#Victor Frankensteins Curse Au

[salem-nightshade]

So, Frankenstein; but Victor came back as a zombie.

This AU takes place after the original novel, and Hyde decided it was a smart idea to bring Victor back from the dead. Oh, and to make matters worse, there is a curse in the Frankenstein family bloodline where you cannot die once you become undead. Just like the izombie show, Victor has to eat FRESH brains to retain his humanity, but get visions of how the victim died.

This AU is a crossover between Frankenstein, and the Netflix show IZombie.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

A gift for you, it's not canon but a gift one-shot for you!

A Family Reunion

It couldn't be possible, it shouldn't be possible. So many thoughts went through Stevens mind, emotions overwhelming him. He didn't know how this was happening. The man found himself frozen in his steps. Eyes wide with absolute shock as he was helpless to stop the monstrous creature tearing into another innocent victim. a sadistic grin on its twisted face grew as it  in their screams of agony. 

Victor wasn't doing much better, stuck in place just like his brother. He couldn't take a step forward much less fight. Tears filled his eyes as all he could do was stare. The creature had finally finished tormenting its recent catch, and the brothers had finally caught its attention. This terrifying being tossed away the remains of the unfortunate person in favor of the brothers. Pure hatred and fury filled its eyes, glowering down at the two with such disgust. It didn't utter a single word yet the message was clear. It wanted Steven and Victor dead.

Jenkins and Patricia shared a confused expression. Why wasn't Steven and Victor attacking their target? They seemed…like they weren't able to move. They couldn't figure out why at the moment. Margret Fuller came up from behind with a look that neither Jenkins or Patricia liked.

"Agent Stringbean, Agent Spectre. Go get Steven and Victor out of there at once. They won't be much help in this state. Get them back inside and I'll deal with this one." She had known what was happening with the two. Her boys were facing their past in the worst ways. Margret didn't know what brought this man back from the dead but she was going to make damn sure he wasn't going to lay one finger on her boys. Jenkins and Patricia both gave a nod before running over to Steven and Victor. 

Patricia struggled to get Victor moving, pulling him with all her strength until he finally moved from the spot he was stuck in. Margret was forced to help the one she dubbed Stringbean. Getting Steven out of the way of danger just in time. She had planned on giving them enough time to bring them into safety but forgotten that Jenkins had lacked the strength that was needed. It was like asking a child to move a boulder. She took a hold of them both, dragging them with all her strength to where Patricia had been waiting. Shoving them in and slamming the doors shut. 

Margret knew it wouldn't stop the threat for very long but it would stall for the time she needed. Even less time to think out a proper plan to deal with this. She knew it looked funny, a woman of her stature standing between the enraged monster and the flimsy door leading to the four inside. It didn't matter though. She was going to protect them even if it was at the cost of her own safety. No one else had protected those two, Margret made sure they had someone now. Someone who took care of them. Fought for them. She wasn't their mother nor did she expect to take their mothers place. It didn't stop her from thinking of them as her boys though. 

"C'mon ugly. I know what you're after. You are NOT harming one hair on their heads. You're going to have to go through me." She gave a determined look. Standing her ground against this Goliath of a beast. It looked down at her, its rage was replaced with amusement. As if she were a joke. Good. Better for her this way. Allow this thing to underestimate her.

It took one swing at her, luckily it was slow. But the blow of the impact of any hits from the monster would have devastating effects on her if it got the chance. She knew it was toying with her. Just like its previous victims. With one swift movement, she produced several small sharp daggers from her boot. Aiming them at her target with such precision. 

It barely stunned the should've been dead man. She thankfully wasn't out of her tricks yet. Not by a long shot. They may not have their usual deadly effect but she could use the last one to cause further inconvenience. She waited until the perfect opponent came, throwing the last dagger with all her might right at its head. It hit the mark perfectly, right between its eyes. Causing the monstrous being to stagger backwards a few steps from her. It straightened up, letting out raspy thunderous laughter. Taking the very same weapon used against him and turning the tables. 

With one stomp of his foot, he managed to damage the concentrate beneath them even more. Causing Margret to lose balance. Allowing for him to grab her by the arm. Pulling her with such force, she felt her arm pop out of his socket. He held her up, dangling her as if she were a ragdoll. With his free hand, he took the dagger and plunged it into her side. It could've ended her right there but it just wanted to give her hope. She wasn't going to allow him the satisfaction. With her good arm, Margret had fished out from her pocket a few smoke bombs. Tossing them into its mouth. The moment they went off Margret had been thrown against the building. 

Patricia and Jenkins had been trying to snap their friends out of it. Yet they just remained there, silent. They were visibly trembling. No matter how much reassurance they've given. No matter what was said, they remained the same. Until a familiar figure had crashed through the wall and landed hard against the floor a few feet away from them. This was Margret. Seeing her in a roughed up shape certainly caught both the brothers' attention, finally stirring from their states. Steven was the first one to get up and ran over to Margret.

Fury soon replaced what he had been feeling earlier, Victor had finally managed to get himself up. Going over to her. He immediately helped her up. Steven's furious glare landed where their mother figure had just crashed from.

"Hey bro. Remember what we said? About us protecting our family?"

"Yeah?" "Well. Let's fulfill that promise now." Steven growled. His form already changing, Victor nodded, following Steven's lead but giving Patricia a silent look that meant to stay behind and look after Jenkins and Margret. Not that Margret would need it, it's better safe than sorry.

"Hey Vic, I've got an idea. You get his attention. I'll handle the rest." Victor nodded in acknowledgement. It would be just like old times. Soon the man they once knew as their father had burst through the door like a wrecking ball. Leaving destruction in its wake. Steven had already silently hidden away, luckily he didn't have to wait for Victor to flag him down. The monstrous being locked onto the older brother. It was going to charge at him like a bull. Seeing this, Victor had made sure to slowly make his way away from both Steven and the others. 

It was enraged once more. No longer wanting to play around this

time. Just as it was nearing his brother, Steven finally sprung from where he was hidden. A knife in one hand, a device in the other. Steven had pounced onto its back, knife digging deeply into its flesh, opening up a wound large enough for him to shove the device into it. The monster screeched out, arms trying to reach for its back and at Steven. It was too late. The younger of the two had already jumped off its back. What was once their father, letting out the most inhuman noises as it tried to dig out the device. 

Steven had run to Victor, the both of them grabbing onto one person. Patricia was able to get out on her own but Jenkins needed the extra boost. Margret, they just wanted to make sure she was out of there and not trying to finish their fight.  

A few minutes after escaping from the building. They just barely made it out before it exploded. The remains of the building were engulfed in a fierce fire. Their father was now truly gone. This time, by their hands. 

THIS IS AMAZING! 👀 Poor Steven and Victor being traumatized by the Facility like this but dang! Go Mama Margret. This writing is spectacular @dualnaturedscientist - Dr. James Jenkins, Patricia Norm Activita, Victor Boxleitner @melodythebunny Director Margret Fuller - Frankenstein Thomas Boxleinter - Mine

[livingfast04]

Monster Au? (kind of)

**spoilers for Frankenstein??? I guess??** Part Two --- They read Frankenstein in the 9th grade, Freshman English, with their teacher who had read the book far too many times. She’d waxed poetically about injustice, and how Victor was a Victim. She spoke every sentence as if each and everyone of them had never read a book in their life.

Steve read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein in 7th grade for a book report. His teacher had all but begged him to choose a different option- they read it Freshman year. See it with new eyes then Steve. 

His mind was made up. Already 50 pages in. 

There was no poor Victor. Steve hated him, hated the idea of his character, hated the very words spilled on the page. The creature did not ask to be created, it did not ask to live. Steve hated that he identified with the creature, someone seeking kindness in a world that hated the idea of him. 

Devil, demon, fiend, monster. 

Skin Eater, Skin Thief, Skin Stealer, Shapeless.

If Steve was capable of that kind of violence, he’d kill everything his parents loved too. If his parents were even capable of love. 

So Steve sat bored out of his mind, and angry. In Freshman English, over a book he’d already read, over a woman, a human woman. Who spun sentences about the Human in the story, and cursed out the creature. As if the creature asked for anything. 

Kick the dog, hurt the dog, starve the dog. The kind dog will bite. 

Sink teeth into skin, tear flesh, feel the way their jaws lock around the white of bone.

He kept his mouth shut. In ways that the other monsters in the class didn’t, they huffed, and argued. The wolf at the front of the class snapped out about the logistics, the message Mary Shelley was trying to tell- how Victor Frankenstein was not the victim, but the Villain. It was about all the humans who had children with Supernatural, who abandoned them, who cast them aside, who turned the villages against them. 

When the Witch at the back of the class snapped out about Shelley was a Witch herself. 

Steve kept his mouth shut, when the Vampire boy from the front of the class shouted about how the creature just wished to be loved. 

Not a single word for how much he hated Victor passed his lips. Because Steve was supposed to be just as human as the teacher, was supposed to agree with the teacher. A woman he couldn’t even be bothered to remember her name in the Spring Semester.

Steve was to keep his head down on all things monsters, keep his abnormalness to himself- and act like a human. 

Freak, Freak, Freak

The Harrington’s were the only Shape-shifters in Hawkins, and that was a well kept secret. Only the Harrington’s were to know this fact. The world had come around to Supernatural in the late 1800s, just maybe. 

Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Gremlins, Fairies, Dragons, Ghosts, Animal Shifters, Sirens, Banshee, you know- 

The human shaped kind.

They did not take kindly to Shapeshifters. 

So they hid, they curbed their instincts and became human-like. Raised their young in private, they did not fight the oppression, they stayed quiet, and said little to how shape-shifters worked to themselves. 

They don’t marry outside of the branch of Shifters, they don’t even think about it. 

Steve’s parents married out of necessity. Keep the line of Harrington’s alive. They had Steve out of necessity too. They shouldn’t have, but it’s what it was. His father too scared to break the cycle made sure that Steve was aware he was an abomination.

A devil, demon, a creature. 

Be human, don’t be anything else. Steve grew up knowing what his body should need, but never getting it. His “natural” body is already supposed to be thin, small, built for movement, and change.

Steve grew up, not really honestly. He tried to grow up. It took years of monsters, and years of exhaustion, and a skin that was wrong to even begin to grow up. There was no real transition, there was too human, and then too monster-ish. 

Too much, too much- 

And then there were real monsters. Not the human shaped kind. 

Not the Humans. The regulars, the ones with the slurs, and shouting, the human shaped monsters who didn’t like wrong. The ones who were the same as him, who didn’t like themselves either- 

Kick the dog, hurt the dog, starve the dog. 

The dog bites. --- I, got the writing bug, for something other than my two WIP. So, weird way too much world building Monster Au that I had to get out of my head an on to paper before I lost it completely. Both my sanity, and the idea. (The Au is Steddie, there’s just a, well Lack of Steddie in this. For some reason- probably because I word vomited for 25 minutes- and this was all I could come up with, without writing 10k-)  This was born because I’m reading Frankenstein  praise be Mary Shelley. And I’ve got far too many thoughts to be allowed to consume media.  So Stevie gets to suffer now- It’s okay tho, His Vampire Bf will make it better later down the line- :)

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

This is mostly a post for me to keep track of my tags but anyway

Ship Logbooks Expanded Universe:

#from the ship logbooks - a sequel AU to Frankenstein by Mary Shelley featuring the Walton siblings and Victor's surviving brother Ernest on a voyage to the Arctic for answers, but posts are mostly about the members of Walton's ship the Vulture

#the three/#tg3 - a trio of adventurers roam the countryside of early 1800s Czech lands to find a cure for vampirism afflicting one of them, plenty folklore creature shenanigans along the way

#the ship tiresias - a man cursed with the ability to see whether someone's fate is sealed boards a merchant ship only to find that the whole crew is marked for death

(all of the above take place in the same universe along with one more story based in Ireland that I don't have a tag for yet)

Worldbuilding projects:

#whalefall - an exploration of a world and society on an alien planet where the ecosystem resembles deep sea whale falls

#birbverse - in a postapocalyptic future where humanity has gone extinct, corvids are now the dominant species

#slav warrior cats - exactly what it says on the tin, Warrior Cats but make it Slavic folklore

Other:

#čerti - three ocs based on the movie S čerty nejsou žerty/Give the Devils His Due

#wine dragons - a random idea I had about a system of dragon breeds and subtypes inspired by wine classification

#scraps - a dragon rider and his racing dragon in a world where dragon racing is not unlike irl Red Bull Air races

#roky ďábla - a postapocalyptic setting inspired by Fallout and Metro 2033 except based in Slavic folklore on the background of fallen socialist Czechoslovakia

#ledňáček a veveráček - another postapocalyptic fairytale thing

#skies over jura (SoJ) - Temeraire OCs, started out as a Frankenstein AU in case you notice any similarities

#dragonslayer - after a juvenile dromaeosaurid's brother gets eaten by a hatzegopteryx, she vows to free her pack from these beasts' terror and to master their predators' most powerful weapon - flight

OC projects co-owned with friends

#czechoslovak detective - a guy with a goal to solve everything the Czechoslovak National Security Corps won't

#riddles three - in an urban fantasy world is a café managed by sphinxes. answer the daily riddle for a free coffee!

#vampire bar - vampire ocs

#fantasy yeehaw gang - fantasy kitchen sink world. unfortunately no cowboys

#taxidermied birds - a travelling circus/freakshow

[papsiguesss]

Human!Creech AU??

Idk how this would work in the context of Curse of Frankenstein really. Maybe he’s an amnesiac patient of Victor’s who doesn’t have anyone to care for him so Vic has to begrudgingly take responsibility of this person? Idk I just wanted to doodle a human version of him and dress him up nicely 🥰

[drpsps]

Big dumb au where Mark Hoffman is the creature and John is Victor Frankenstein. and Mark, much like the creature, curses John for creating him just to end up despising him. Parallels between the book is instead of Mark comparing himself to Adam/Satan while speaking to John(Victor), Peter takes the place of Victor in that part. He attempts to gain Peters sympathy because he seeks a companion, someone to sooth his loneliness much like the creature.

[stardreamer28]

and for the final part in our Frankenstein Day celebration: we have Victor finds Gerhardt and almost follows his father's words but decides not to. Gerhardt has some recognition to know he did something horrible but still his brother vows to help him. my headcanon is that tower was where the boys played as kids. as for Ruby in this one ooo! Snow was so sure she'd find Victor. I think not only could she smell the alcohol but she knew his scent too. we've seen little glimpses or lines to show they've begun a bond offscreen that we didn't see, as proven in my previous posts lol. I also have an entire theory of how she was the wolf by the Storybrooke sign (she proves even with the curse in 1x15 she still had wolf hearing) in which we later learn Victor has a house in the woods. and c'mon, they were all stuck there 28yrs, he would've been in the diner all the time. despite his flirting it was clear Victor had eyes for Ruby and no matter what happened later I fully believe they had a relationship and she'd eventually help him find Gerhardt. and as we see they really understood each other. so "Monster" was then turned into an affectionate term for them <3. and love the subtle glances between them gahh! even though we only had 1 other submission I've really enjoyed doing this countdown this month and hope you all did. I plan on doing it again next year - maybe with an AU theme? as well as clips I left out to gif next year. if you couldn't tell I ADORE these three people! lol

[martianbugsbunny]

Martian’s Masterlist!

Figured it was about time I collected all of my fics into one area, will ofc be updating it as I write more. It’s sorted by ship, including wherefrom they originate, with a brief description of what type (one-shot, chapter fic, same-universe if I’m feeling saucy) and a short summary of what happens. V proud of myself for figuring out how to link these tbh, but if any of the links isn’t working for the love of Pete please let me know. Fics with more than one chapter will be linked to the first chapter because...logic.

For the tags, I have chosen to only use the ship names, not __ x __ format, for the sake of trying to keep the tags somewhat in hand. I have, however, tried to use what I’m aware of being the most popular/common names for ships, as well as the alternate ones I’ve seen for more niche stuff. Also tagged are the shipped characters. If I add new ships, I'll have to reblog bc of the tag limit.

*Hands you the rabbit hole* Have fun going down!

The Bad Batch {Star Wars: The Bad Batch}:

He Waits By The Riverside: One-shot. This one is different because it’s not really a ship fic, which is unusual for me; it’s more Tech-centric. Based on the song He Waits, By The Riverside from the show Renegade Nell, using the lyrics to explore the moment Tech crosses over into the afterlife and begins his wait for his family.

CaptainCroc/GoldenHook (Rumplestiltskin x Killian Jones {Once Upon A Time}):

Is This Love Persevering? (It Feels More Like The End of the World): One-shot. Established CaptainCroc mourning the loss of Baelfire. Canon-divergent for the sake of Rumple actually getting to attend his son’s funeral.

Who Makes You See Color: Chapter fic, 14 total. CaptainCroc soulmates AU where one person sees color earlier than the other. Extends from pre-Dark One era to the First Curse being broken.

The Truth Echoes Darkly: Short series; part 1 for The Truth Echoes Darkly. Echo Caves AU where instead of Emma, Hook confesses that he loves Rumple for maximum awkward.

The Echo Goes On: Short series; part 2 for The Truth Echoes Darkly. Back in Storybrooke, Rumple finds himself obsessed with Hook and realizes that he’s fallen in love as well.

My North Star: One-shot. Established CaptainCroc vow renewal, featuring Hook’s inner thoughts about how much he loves Rumple.

Better Than Blood: One-shot. Pretty racy, but the point is thinking about the poeticism of having sex with your ex-nemesis.

Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr {X-Men Movies}):

Sweetheart Will You Sleep With Me: One-shot. The night before they fight Shaw, Charles and Erik make the most of the little time they know they have left together and sleep in Charles��� room. Fluff, don’t get too excited by the title lol.

Baby While You’re At It: One-shot. Based on a Jessie Murph song. Angst with a happy ending. Charles is furious when Erik crashes a party at the school, so they have it out in the kitchen and get more-or-less back together by the end.

Espionage Husbands (Talos x Nick Fury {Captain Marvel/Secret Invasion}):

Locked In This Embrace: One-shot. Focuses on the forehead-touching scene from Episode 1, plus an original scene or two afterwards. Mostly Talos pining for Nick with a happy ending.

If You Are Gilgamesh And Did These Things: One-shot. Angst without a happy ending because the author was very upset and sad when Talos died. Nick is grieving Talos; Sonya isn’t helping.

Frankenwolf (Ruby Lucas x Victor Frankenstein {Once Upon A Time}):

Den of Blankets: One-shot. Ruby’s wolf instincts kick in during pregnancy and she builds a blanket-fort den. V fluff.

She Deserves To Have Your Name: One-shot (possibly same-universe as Den of Blankets). Victor has doubts about whether or not their child should have the name Frankenstein, but Ruby wouldn’t hear of anything else.

It’s Just A Dream: One-shot. Ruby has a nightmare spawned from her fears of being a bad parent; Victor comforts her.

As The Storm Blows Through: One-shot. Victor has anxiety during a storm because of what happened with Gerhardt, and Ruby comforts him.

Secret Admirers Are For The Subtle: One-shot. Victor anonymously sends Ruby flowers at the diner so he can drop by, “notice” them, and stick around to sketch them, all so he can spend time with Ruby. She’s on to him the entire time.

Blue Skies Smiling At Me: One-shot. Utterly fluffy beach fic. Ruby is having a good day relaxing with her friends, and it only gets better when her handsome husband joins them.

Frankenberry And The Fruit Brute: One-shot. Fun little Halloween fic where Ruby and Victor discover the General Mills cereals that match their fairytale identities.

Precursor To A Love Song: One-shot. Hyperion Heights AU where Ruby and Victor meet and feel an instant connection, even though they don’t know why. She’s a fashion designer and he’s a piano player/freelance artist. Potential springboard for a full chapter fic if I feel like it.

Georry (George Hazard x Orry Main {North and South}):

Stay By The Fire And Love Me: One-shot. The barn scene but Orry decides to stay and he and George bed down together for the night. Kind of a character study/relationship study.

HatterHare (Mad Hatter x March Hare {Adventures In Wonderland}):

The First Kiss: One-shot. Just a fluffy lil idea about what their first kiss might’ve been like.

Every Bit Of You: One-shot. Projection’n’stuff about food issues basically.

Kalluzeb (Garazeb Orrelios x Alexsandr Kallus {Star Wars Rebels}):

Don’t You Know It’s Because He Loves You?: One-shot. Kallus discovers that Zeb is in love with him via a Lasat Honor Guard tradition.

To Convince You That I Love You: Chapter fic. Kallus does risky things to prove he would do anything for love of Zeb, or that he’s worthy of him, and ends up getting hurt. Angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort.

Hour One: One-shot. The rite-of-passage post-Zero Hour fic!!! You know what’s in here and you know you want to read it! Basically just good old hurt/comfort.

Lokius (Loki x Mobius {Loki}):

The Man Of My Dreams And He’s Just Out Of Reach: One-shot (with a very long name lol). Mobius stands there across the street from Don’s house and misses Loki. Author was having some Feelings™.

Outlaw Queen (Regina Mills x Robin Hood {Once Upon A Time}):

A Slice Of Life: One-shot. Regina spends the day with her boys and thinks about how awesome it is to have them. V fluffy because the OQ family didn’t get enough of that.

Paxe/AxePaz (Paz Vizsla x Axe Woves {The Mandalorian}):

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged: Chapter fic, 11 total. Axe and Paz slowly fall in love as they engage in the battle to retake Mandalore, more or less a fix-it for Paz dying in S3 canon.

PloKit (Plo Koon x Kit Fisto {Star Wars: the Clone Wars}):

Reader, Plo Married Him: One-shot. Plo and Kit share some quiet time just after their wedding.

The Tender Daily Ritual: One-shot. Basically just fluff; Kit helps Plo with lotioning his skin because it dries out in oxygen atmospheres.

Scogan (Scott Summers x Logan Howlett {X-Men Movies}):

Torn Between Love And Fear: One-shot. Scott wants to stay after sex and sleep in Logan’s room, but Logan is terrified of hurting him during a nightmare. Angst with a happy (and sort of spicy) ending.

You Scratch My Back, I’ll Scratch Yours: One-shot. Logan and Scott discover they have a mutual pain kink and indulge in it together for the first time. Incredibly spicy, I'm so proud of myself.

Guilt (It’s Gonna Last Forever): One-shot. Intended to be in the same universe as Torn Between Love And Fear. Logan has a nightmare and accidentally stabs Scott, making his worst fear a reality. No resolution for whether or not Scott lives.

Spones (Spock x Dr. McCoy {Star Trek TOS}):

I Could Drink A Case Of You (I Would Still Be On My Feet): One-shot. Based on a Joni Mitchell song; angsty with a happy ending.

[eirian-houpe]

Time’s Curse - Chapter 4

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Victor Frankenstein | Dr. Whale

Additional Tags: AU, Original Character(s), Non Storybrooke, London, The Enchanted Forest (Once Upon a Time), Angst, Pining, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Murder, will add others as necessary

Summary: Never fall in love - such is the admonition given to Rumplestiltskin. Blue sees fit to interfere with his plan to reach a world without magic by sending him there herself so that he can pursue his quest to find his son, but he is not alone in this world without magic, nor does it appear that he is entirely free to live his life as he would wish. In the course of his seemingly fruitless search for Baelfire, Rumplestiltskin takes a job as a history teacher at an exclusive private school, and there meets Isabelle - the French teacher. All of a sudden that interdiction against falling in love seems to be really important.

Read previous chapters on AO3

Chapter 4 - An Ordinary Life

Transitions were always hard, new lives harder. It wouldn’t be the first time of course, that Rumplestiltskin had changed from one identity to another, but for some reason, trying to be ‘normal’ was proving to be a challenge. It seemed the past was always trying to pull him back.

The head teacher’s office was such a melting pot of Clorox, dark brew coffee, and cheap air freshener to disguise the mingled scents of adolescents or sickness - probably both - that it propelled him instantly back to the incident with the doctor that he had only just days before been discussing with Cambridge. There was even a black and white print poster of famous people throughout history, most of whom did not even look like themselves, with a blank space in the corner next to the question, “You?”

The head teacher returned to the room, and apologized for having had to deal with a discipline issue, and to thank him for waiting. A woman clearly close to retirement; the lines of weariness clear on her face. 

“My pleasure,” he answered quietly.

“So… Mister Gold - Sheridan…” she smiled at him, and fixed her graying hair back behind her ears. She was clearly flustered,  So he sat and waited for her to regain her composure. He wanted this to go well, after all.

“Been at this school for thirty years now,” she volunteered. “The last ten as the head teacher, and so much has changed. Depressing really - I feel so old.”

Rumplestiltskin shook his head.  If only she knew about old; feeling old. The march of centuries weighed heavily on him at that moment. To distract himself as much as to compliment his prospective employer, he said, “You don’t look it.”

“You’re too kind,” she said, but he knew he had reached her with that. “Oh, to be as young as you.”

Gold chuckled. “Hardly,” he said. “Fifty two isn’t young, Miss Evers.”

“Well, you look good for it, Sheridan.”

“Dan is fine,” he told her, suddenly feeling like Sheridan was such a mouthful, and at that moment, sitting in a routine job interview, for a normal job, he was enjoying feeling ordinary; inconspicuous.

Far from inconspicuous was the sudden noise coming from beyond the window behind the head teacher, and he looked that way to see a handful of rambunctious students in untidy uniforms following a woman not much taller than they. She wore a plaid green plaid skirt with cream colored, woolen tights beneath; a grass green blouse and a dark blue, almost black cardigan over it all.  Her chestnut hair was piled atop her head, and lit almost aflame by the sun that bathed the seemingly impromptu educational party.

For many long moments he sat, as if mesmerized, unable to look away, finding himself warmed by the beauty that graced her as she laughed at something one of the students said.

Miss Evers turn to glance in the same direction, a knowing smile drawing a blush to his face as he said, “Ah, that’s Isabelle, our librarian, and French teacher. Unique among our staff and the students adore her.” He thought, and tried not to remark that he doubted they were the only ones, which only served to deepen his blush. “She always seems to prefer al fresco education - rain or shine.  They really engage.”

“It seems like you all do wonderful things here,” he said, pointedly trying to draw the attention away from his obvious admiration for the librarian turned teacher.

“We do our best, Dan,” Evers said, “but somehow we feel like we’re pushing that boulder up the ever present mountain of inner city disadvantage.”  She sighed. “That’s the only thing that worries me, I have to be honest.” At his puzzled expression she added, “About your application.”

“Ah,” he said, feeling suddenly crestfallen, his stomach knotting in fading hope.

“Don’t get me wrong, Mister Gold,” her switch back to a more formal address did not fill him with confidence. “I heard from all your references and I can’t fault them. They’re impeccable.” He sighed with relief. At least Cambridge had done right by him in that regard. He’d been highly worried that she wouldn’t. “But… well - this is the inner city, and not an affluent comprehensive out in the suburbs.”

“Pardon me saying,” he interrupted, “but kids are kids.”

She nodded agreement, “And our kids, as you’ve seen,” she gestured through the window once more where the teacher and her class seemed intent on studying something low on the ground.  He quickly looked away again. It wasn’t seemly for him to suddenly be thinking about the alluring curve of the diminutive educator, “our kids are great, but they don’t have those same privileges, and… well… I worry that you’ve led too sheltered a life to appreciate that.”

He let out a sudden burst of humorless laughter, adding, “You’d be surprised,” to the end of it, so as not to appear too manic; too desperate.

“Mister Gold–”

“Dan.”

“Dan,” she nodded then continued, “Most of our students struggle so much to understand the present… the world around them.  Their reality.  How do you hope to get them engaged with the past; to bring history to life.”

Rumplestiltskin smiled. She could have asked him no easier question. “Miss Evers,” he began, “I don’t need to bring history to life, because it already lives. It isn’t abstract tales of kings and queens, politics and wars. It’s you, and me… it’s those students and their families. Your shirt, for example. You could explain the whole history of colonialism, imperialism and slavery.  The blood, sweat and tears that brought us to being able to walk into Marks and Spencers and pick out a shirt for work or school… it’s incredible when you think about it.”

She fiddled with the collar of her shirt, and he knew he’d made her uncomfortable and should have regretted it.  He didn’t, just raised an eyebrow at her look of almost guilt.  Evidently he’d hit the mark on where she shopped for her work clothing.

“My point is,” he continued, “It’s all around us - history. It’s a part of us, and teaching it is just about making people understand that.  Everyone loves history!”

She raised an eyebrow. “You think?”

“I know.” he corrected. “It’s about making people see that who they are now, is because of what came before.”  He gestured to the window, and asked, “May I?”

She nodded, a look of intrigue on her face, and as he stood to walk to the window, she too stood from her chair and followed him.

“That building over there,” he gestured to a drab, depressing looking building with tall towers on one corner and an even taller chimney. “It used to be a mental hospital - an asylum - did you know that?”  She shook her head, “And that one,” he pointed not too far away from it, to a building he knew was on the next street over. “A slaughterhouse.  Did you know a couple of hundred years ago they took the bones of those slaughtered animals, ground them up and made porcelain from them?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, just went on, “If we just turned back time and walked that street we would hear the lowing and the wailing of people and cattle each condemned to madness and death.”

“You certainly have a macabre way of putting things, Dan,” she murmured, and he worried he had traveled just a little too far to the darker side of history, but he shrugged.

“Not too far from here is where the suffragettes used to meet. A turning point, a real change for good.”

“I see from your resume that you knit,” she changed the subject.

“I do,” he said, “and weave, and even spin.”

“You put Helen to shame.”

“Helen?”

“Our domestic sciences teacher.  Can’t even iron a shirt without putting more wrinkles in than she’s taking out, let alone make or sew clothing.”

“Well I love to,” he said, “especially to spin my own wool, but I find it hard to talk about. Hard to teach.”

“Unlike history?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Unlike history.”

“And the curriculum?” she said, “You’re up to date.”

He nodded. A lie.  He had downloaded the document, but hadn’t ready it. The time at the computer had given him a headache enough without plowing his way through something he knew was going to be drier than dust.

“Well…” she seemed to have one more reservation. “For a history teacher, you’re a bit on the young side.”

He almost jumped back in surprise.

“I’m fifty two,” he reminded her.  Going on several centuries - older than you can count. he didn’t say. “A rather old fifty two.”

She smiled then, and seemed to be considering something, considering him, and he did likewise, thinking of himself in terms of the lifetimes, the generations he had lived before the curse… after the curse in Cambridge’s thrall… each year lived, each moment past made it harder yet to live in the present, in the moment without darkening your soul. Eternity was little more than a progression of moments in the present, ignoring the ghosts of the past to try to live.

He gave himself a mental shake, the voices encroaching on him again - the murmuring, hissing annoyance of all those centuries past, all those lives, the voice of all the Dark Ones before him.  It had been happening a lot of late, the more years he suffered since the curse, the more it seemed the past wanted to catch him up and crush him before he could reach his goal, before he could–

He had to concentrate, to hold on to the inconspicuous, to the ordinary - to normal.

Miss Evers shook her head and gave a little laugh, lost, it seemed, in past moments of her own.  Was it as dangerous for her as for him?

“I have to say, Dan, I’m impressed with this application - very impressed.” She blushed then, and lowered her voice to make her confession, “I’ve been somewhat suspicious of why someone with your credentials would apply to our struggling little school.  You’re frankly everything we’ve been looking for, and… well… even if you weren’t, you’d still be getting the job.”

“Oh?” he asked, his own suspicions somewhat stirred.

“No other applicants,” she explained with an apologetic smile.

He could not help but laugh at that.  It was probably the most ordinary thing that could have happened to him in that moment, and his laughter was, apparently infectious, because Miss Evers apologetic smile, became first a nervous, and then more hearty laughter to join with his own.

The laughter soon died though as Evers shared, “There’s a plaque on my street, you know, right there on the corner below the street name.”

“There is?” he asked, though the prickling along his spine told him he shouldn’t.

She nodded, and returned to her desk to sit and take a sip on her coffee.  He followed her lead, retaking his seat across the desk from her. “There were many plague victims who died on that street. One of the worst hit areas of the city apparently.”

Memory laced with pain assaulted him at the mention of plague. It surprised him with its vehemence because he had long since laid that memory, and his feelings for his former wife - indeed his former wife herself - to rest.  Milah was nothing to him any more.  Worse than nothing if he were honest.  Forgotten remnants of a cuckolded past laced with hate.

“I see,” he said mildly, pushing the thought away, and forced a smile to his face. “You see, I told you that we are history.”

She chuckled again. “I have a feeling about you, Dan, and aren’t we supposed to listen to our instincts?”

“I suppose,” he agreed, though he wasn’t sure that he agreed.  Feelings had never been helpful for the Dark One… had always led him astray, in fact - his own at least.  Some of his best deals had been made when he was hard and cold, calculating. No room for feelings in that. No… feelings were the opposite of everything he stood for… Weren’t they?

He found his eyes flicked through the window again, to where Isabelle was moving among the students, speaking to each with little touches here and there that reminded him of someone. But no… that someone was dead. Regina had told him so.

He smiled and stood, “Well… if there’s nothing else, Miss Evers, I will… see you in August, I suppose.”

“Of course,” she, too, stood. “But August will be here before you know it, Dan. That’s another thing about getting older,” she added sagely. “Time goes by faster.”

“Or not,” he whispered, looking down at his hands, his normal hands. In that moment he missed the claws and scales.

Ever’s must not have heard, because she added, “And children.” The words jolted him from his growing self loathing.

“I beg your pardon?” he said.

“Children,” she repeated. “I have three. The oldest is in her twenties, and I promise you time has flown.  Only yesterday she was playing dress-up with princess dresses, and next week she’s moving in with her girlfriend… a house of their own.  Can you imagine?” She shook her head. “Do you have any?” 

Another flash of memory and pain.  He wanted to say no, but he couldn’t deny Baelfire. Wouldn’t.

“A son,” he told her. “But… I lost him.” He didn’t understand why he would tell that to a complete stranger, especially when he knew she would take it wrongly. “I mean… I don’t know where he is. We lost touch.”

He turned away from the awkward, sympathetic expression on her face. He couldn’t stand her pity.  He’d find Bae… one way or another, and with or without Cambridge’s help. He heard Miss Evers shift in her seat, and glanced at her again to see she looked as if she were about to make some kind of comment. Instead she simply said, “See you soon, Mister Gold.”

With a nod, he stepped out beyond the threshold of her door, turned to look along the corridor to watch as two teenagers who had been standing, heads together, thick as thieves, looking at their phones, scurry away like cockroaches.

“Yes,” he said aloud but quietly. “See you soon.”

He left the school and prepared to walk the mile or so back to his modest home - a town house, two up two down - but he couldn’t help feeling as though he were walking with one foot still in the Enchanted Forest. He had not experienced that sense of dislocation in a long time. It bothered him. Everything like that had meaning.

He took the long way home, and it took him down by the wharf, another painful reminder of a past that seemed ever to be encroaching in the new, cursed life in which Cambridge had trapped him with her interference and her false promises.  He should have crushed her like the bug she was centuries ago; when she first gave Baelfire the bean.  His head began to ache - an understatement for it pounded like the painful beating of his heart. Another symptom of living in a world without magic… as if that magic were trying to reach across worlds and pull him back; enticing - daring him to try and reach for it, even knowing that he could not.

Wearied, dizzy, he reached out to try and support himself on something - anything - nearby. He leaned against the hood of a nearby car, only lightly, but the car alarm still sounded and to him was like the one of many wails of pain out of that long dead time in the Enchanted Forest, reaching through worlds and through time. He pushed away from the car, escaped from its insistent cacophony, only wishing he could walk away from the cacophony of pain-born memories just as easily.

[thecaduceusclay]

Hello!! I hope it's not intrusive, but I'd love to hear more about your spooky ocs? They sound absolutely delightful + very up my alley hehehe

It took me a bit to get to this since I'm on a mini vacation rn but I'm more than happy to tell you about them >:3

It's under a read more since I know I'll be longwinded. (Also so Mika doesn't read this if she looks at my blog, there's spoilers here about Wilde)

tl;dr: Daniil is a spiderverse OC. He's a scientist with a special interest in the black plague, he spends his free time being a villain and is usually weird and obsessed with Spider-Man.

Wilde is a Curse of Strahd PC from a Victorian-inspired world. He's a necromancer and heavily inspired by Victor Frankenstein and the Re-Animator films.

This is Wilde! (Currently going by Dr. Wilde Cadaveric). He's one of the three PCs in our Curse of Strahd game. He's an amnesiac reborn who's desperately trying to hide that he's undead and doesn't know who he is. He's autistic in the way where he doesn't always get that he should have tact and grace, but he's somehow still the most socially aware in the party at times...

Before ending up in Barovia he was named Victor Wilde. He was working on a master's degree in Necromancy at a university in London. He and his mentor were working on ways to reverse death, but when the Ethics Board came down hard and quashed their plans things went bad. After a night of drinking his mentor and friend killed him and resurrected him. Wilde woke from the attempted resurrection with very few memories, very confused, and physically changed.

He's in the uncanny valley, he's Scottish, he let someone do experimental top surgery on him, he has a girlfriend and a boyfriend he left behind. What can't he do?

Then there's Daniil Reznik!

Daniil is a little complicated. He was made in the height of the Spider-Sona craze after Across the Spider-Verse. The original Daniil (Spider-Vamp) was the Spider-Man from Earth-888, a world where instead of Covid they got hit with a Vampire Virus (as it's known colloquially, it has a real scientific name and scientists are firmly refusing to call it vampirism). He was a forensic pathologist on the Os-Corp team working on the cure.

Most of his schtick is that he's obsessed with Peter Parker (who is still Spider-Man, I have a whole complex plot for how Daniil ends up in that position).

Me and my husband ended up making a ton of multiverse variants of him though (a straight up villain with radiation powers he sees as a gift from God, his pre-transition self who went full Carrie on everyone, a disturbingly normal guy, etc.) Our favorite is Dr. Plague.

Dr. Plague is a villain from Earth-1610. He went to high school and (totally coincidentally) the same undergrad as RIPeter. He's a plague doctor themed villain in his off-time and has been since he was like 16 (you know how it is with teenage crushes 🤷‍♂️). Up until Peter died he was a kind of intense, cryptid-like, silent villain who maybe fought a little too viciously.

After Peter's death (and a few months being despondent and depressed, you know how it is with maladaptive obsession) he ended up eventually teaming with Miles. He's kind of ended up de-fanged by the overwhelming fact that the new Spider-Man is a literal child holy shit.

I have way too many AUs for this guy, way too much lore, and way too much investment.

If you wanna see occasional in-character ramblings from him @leech-fluincer is Dr. Plague's blog.

Other random fun facts: He's from North Dakota originally, he was emo when he was a teenager, he's devoutly Russian Orthodox (and kinda has religious OCD, oops), his favorite movie is Saw 3d (because the reverse bear trap goes off), and my husband and I have an AU we're very attached to where he and Uncle Aaron end up having to fake date to save Miles' ass from a poorly thought out lie.

[vvolfsbaneblooms]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it’s easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It’s also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Lawrence Talbot is a canon character from the film The Wolf Man (1941). All details vary based on verse, but in general, he's a mix of headcanons and lore from the original Universal films. There will be strong themes of suicide/suicidal ideation and self-loathing present on this blog. Larry does not retain any sense of self or control when he transforms into the wolf. He would unknowingly kill anyone who crosses his path, even those dear to him. He believes he's cursed, and if he cannot find a cure for the curse, he would willingly see himself dead.

And now, a little on the lore for those not familiar with this universe. I'm happy to have Larry's transformation be that of a full wolf or the classic wolfman figure, per the preferences of my partners. He was bitten by the werewolf Bela, who he then unknowingly killed, in the year 1891. He's stronger and faster than a human, with heightened senses of smell and hearing, but only in his wolf form. He cannot age or get sick, and he's very difficult to kill except for a silver bullet fired by one who truly loves him. Even then, if his grave isn't kept covered in wolfsbane, he may rise again (so it's easy to pop him into a modern timeline). I'm happy to introduce him to other werewolf muses who might teach him how to control his wolf side.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Larry with OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry.

Other: Victor Frankenstein (or any scientist who might be able to cure him), Frankenstein's monster (Larry sympathizes), Jack Griffin, Hayley Marshall, Alcide Herveaux, Bigby Wolf, and other werewolf muses, Roman Godfrey, Sam and Dean Winchester, and other supernatural crossovers

default verses:

canon (+/-): Larry wakes up in his grave in the modern world and continues seeking either a cure or true death.

horror!verse: Typically the same as canon, but including any crossovers with other horror/supernatural fandoms

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

multiverse!madness: Somehow, your muse finds themselves back in 1891 in the middle of The Wolf Man, while very aware that it is a film they're stuck in. (Familiarity with the original film required, please.)

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where Larry wakes in the modern world to find the dead have come to life. Though he can be bitten, he cannot turn because the werewolf curse overrides the zombie virus.

[salem-nightshade]

"I can hear my name.....blackened by my crimes....Haunting me and taunting me as it echoes through all time...."

(Vincent): These were his final words before he died.....But somehow, it sounded like a lullaby. Legends said that he died from an illness, and that his ghost still haunts the old lab. *He's looking at his map, and then he catches his sights on the lab* Well, here I am! Here we go...

Vincent walks into the lab, deciding to explore it for a while......Until he heard a familiar, melancholy voice singing the same song

Vincent: W-WHOS THERE!? *he looked around* SHOW YOURSELF!

A soft glow appears behind the new scientist

"Who are you....?"

Vincent: *he gasps and turns around, only to see a ghostly figure in the form of a legendary scientist* Y...YOU! WHO ARE YOU!?

???: *His blank eyes stared back at Vincent, as if he knew him before* Where am I....? *He whispered softly, his voice shaky and mournful*

Vincent realized something! That mysterious lullaby.....The legends....! The creature.....That time where he first met him...

Vincent has met a familiar legend...!

Vincent: It's you! You're the one haunting my dreams! This can't be....! The legends are true! You are....!

VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN...!

*lightningbooms.sfx*

Vincent Frankenstein is now open for asks!

[acircusfullofdemons]

YES OH MY GOD

I only do this in my "StoryBook City" paracosm bc it's a mix of fairytale & classic lit characters but...I ended up somehow shipping:

Edward Hyde & Victor Frankenstein

Cinderella & the Mad Hatter (though that's Not Canon I could never separate Hatter & Hare)

Mad Hatter & Captain Hook (also Not Canon)

Alice Liddell & Wendy Darling

lowkey Cinderella & Sleeping Beauty bc of this one post/comic on tumblr

& in my Mad Rabbit AU (crossover with DC) I fully believe Jonathan Crane would have a crush on Maleficent (she does not reciprocate lmaoo + Jonny is dating Jervis Tetch anyway I just think it's in-character). I feel like this goes without saying but Jervis would also have a crush on Ichabod Crane for....hopefully Obvious reasons.

^ adding onto that, the March Hare ends up crushing on Poison Ivy! tho it's more of an admiration thing but still.

this is SO Cursed by my brain keeps going "Maleficent X Jabberwocky" DO NOT ASK it's still Cooking in my brain but like. i see it it could work there's a Vision there.

These all make PERFECT sense in my mind and yet if I were to explain any of them there'd be like. 50 pages of context lksjdfslkj

Does any other daydreamer with paracosms that have a ton of fictparas end up cross-shipping? Like not only do I end up shipping my paras with them but also end up with ships of 2 (or more) characters that aren't even from the same series but makes sense to me

And then that leaves me attached to ship that no one else knows about or has even thought of and without any other fans (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

[casino-cards]

Where I’ve/We’ve been

So uhhh how should I start this. I'm this DID system’s,very own Victor Frankenstein or at least one of them. There is an Oc introject too. I’ve made the “Victor Frankenstein's Curse AU” it’s been hard to carry through with it because of system stuff. I miss being up front a little to be honest. ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ─── I’ve been consuming the Frankenstein content here, its interesting. It made me inspired to create my own au. And yeah, I enjoy everything you guys make- speaking as Victor Frankenstein. Unironically LMFAO. ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ─── It makes me laugh to be honest about some of the content. And eh, thanks for the ehrm creative insults-. Well they are true haha. ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ─── I’ll be trying to carry though with the promise of the Au, but It’ll be a bit of time?  But hi, if you want ask me anything I guess, I made the asks open for once.  ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ─── I got sleep for once. I was going to draw something for this like a comic. But I’m too lazy to at the moment. My source is from Frankenstein;  Yes, Im a DID alter and I like wasting my time on here.

[floofyberries]

Adam Frankensteins the type of dude to cry during a math test

[echosong971]

Pog Vic

This is the most cursed thing I’ve ever drawn this man doing i hope you’re proud of yourself cap /lh