#Victor henrich von frankenstein

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might delete later, this will be better once its done.

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Frankenstein - Streets of horror

this is from a few months ago, hh my version of Frankenstein, for a test Exert. For a series I’m creating. Last edited on October second feel free to give critique.  --- I come out from the forest, the streets of Ingolstadt greeting me, singing a chorus with deep regrets. For the threats I have done, the crimes against nature and to the dead, I pace the streets nothing more than a night like this to remember. My creation left searching, chasing, running rampant, hunting. The eyes, the eyes of milky yellow tinted the sickening color of sewer water around the pupils. A terrifying sight staring into my soul. It was beautiful although, beautiful yet repulsive I must add. As it the last thing I saw in my apartment after I took a nap but I awoke to it. I wish I could sleep but nothing might calm me down to rest, as I am in such utter fear of that thing, the monster, my creation. When I tried to rest and sleep I couldn’t, as I’ve been plagued with nightmares. As for example the very last dream I had, as I held my dear Elizabeth in my arms, so pale and livid. Her lovely blue eyes and blond hair turning placid and white, then shaping and turning into my mother. My mother, who had died of a horrible sickness being painted in white. Holding her in my arms covered in white fabric. I realize it was a burial shroud, but it was making clicking and the sound of a noise only imaginable if you heard the scuttling of thousands, and millions of bugs. A squishy crunchy sound like the worst, jello that's crunchy made by the one mad lady down the street. The burial shroud being torn through ripping, by only those fly’s children the dreaded larvae, Maggots.Maggots from the rotting flesh of my deceased mothers falling onto me, or making their way to me squirming and scuttling. Hundreds, no thousands of the little white disgusting bugs. A stampede of them grouped up climbing over each other, rampaging in competition to devour my very soul and body. When I woke to my horror after that repulsive, disgusting, never so fleeting dream, that didn’t falter to frighten me. My eyes fluttered open laying flat on my back, I found  the creation. The monster that I created, looming over me. I broke with fear after I saw the creature, my creation. Getting up then running pushing the beast out of my way, after I saw it. A description of when I woke what I saw, laying on my back. Its black lips cultivated a grotesque smile, the smell of rotting flesh, the patched yellow skin. Its silky long black hair drooping over me almost touching my face as I stared. The breaths slow and steady, warm and moist, the breaths stench, nothing, like a newborn's breath. It was beautiful, mostly. The eyes, those cursed things, no man or abomination would have eyes like those.That night was the night of my fall after I created that thing and ran. That horrid, terrible, insufferable night. "I created a monster...A monster!" I cried out loud. Albeit I had the purest of intentions, to revive the dead after all, the dead haunted me. Even when I was a child. I went out to a graveyard to speak to an old friend of mine. Who worked and earned his pay due for five years, before without heeding, his end. The friend was no more but dead for a week at that time but I saw him for the week before his successor came. I believe I saw him, I saw him, for that week. But it was all in my head, my friend Clerval asked why I was talking to myself, oh dear Clerval, if only you knew. I could see the dead as clearly as I could see you. I wish it was only albeit a dream, I feel down into a successful deceit of a nightmare blinded by what I discovered. What I created using shadow remnants, a chemical compound, and A lightning tool that I made, harnessing the gods lightning power from the sky. My creation, a demon, no monster of sorts. I meant to create a man but failed, creating a monster. I looked at the forest a bit aways from it, as a tall humanoid figure began to form in plain sight. My eyes widening in horror as I realized what it was, to my terror it came towards me. It glistened like a mirage, nothing was alright after all. Nothing was a glimpse of hope I could not cope with This… This… What have I done? Not one could understand myself, I question why I went through with this. I begin to run.

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A demanding morning

 The taste of bitter scotch on my tongue lingered, as i put my glass down. A demanding start to the morning, a person I live with had to go out early. The stillness of the air as only footsteps to the door rang out. Only the mansion walls kept the dreaded echoing sound inside.The door to the front opened. Sweet chirping of morning birds and the rustling leaves of the trees played a contrast. As the person I live with has a melodic melancholy voice, "Damien, I'll be going out. I have some business to attend to." "Right, right." I answered gruffly but maybe a bit sober too.  As I looked over to him he wore his usual wry smile. If I could describe him in four words; arrogant, juvenile, intelligent and mysterious. All of those qualities shrouded together in one person. The rest would see a mad man, a waste of potential. But maybe I see, some sort of quality that my one sibling had. I don't know. He tilted his top hat, and smiled. Just before, he started off on an elegant amble. The doors slammed shut, only leaving the question. Who is this man I speak of? Well...His name is Frankenstein, Victor Frankenstein. If you doubt it, you've mistaken me me for a fool. I've known him for six long as hell years, and I don't plan on stopping. ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ This is for the 'The Curse of Victor Frankenstein/Victor Frankenstein's curse ' Au or retelling. I've just decided to write a short and sweet paragraph introducing Victor and Damien. Who is Damien, well you'll see. I want to make a comic out of this but- I suck at art ngl, and at making comics but i will sometime for practice. This is a morning writing exercise as i being very sleep deprived, sleep deprived drink tea. Yeah I know very classy. Criticism is appreciated! ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ~What is "The Curse of Victor Frankenstein" or "Victor Frankensteins curse "Au? A version of "Frankenstein; or the modern prometheus," using the movie "Curse of Frankenstein". and that one 90s version that i cant pinpoint the date of. And the Frankenstein musical maybe {I havent seen all of them just these two, so if I see any more it may change depending on how much inspiration i get}. But anyways I was like: Lets mash Jekyll and Hyde into Frankenstein somehow. And I got this. Damien is a Representation of Hyde, and Victor is Jekyll. And then some fantasy and “Madness aspects.“ As well As basing it in the late 1700s. Regency rather than Victorian era which requires research which I have a soft spot for. And alot of drama in the Au eee. + Adam and eve references.  Its kinda a disastrous alchemist mixture out of all of them currently. /j{Joking} ~How the FUCK DID IT START? It stemmed out from wanting to make like a rewrite of Frankenstein, completely from victors pov, but with a few minor changes. But It turns out I made an Au. ~Is it finished? God no not at all, I dont know when it'll be.

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My Frankenstein Au/Retelling is still in process of being made- And Oly shit. How am i going to fit the french revolution into the the timeline or do i have to cut it out lmao. I NEED THE COOL OUTFITS