#gothic lit au

[pursuitseternal]

“𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘”

First Age Sauron/Galadriel, Phantom of the Opera/ Gothic Romance AU

First Age Sauron x Galadriel | E | 58K Complete

Summary: Inspired by “The Phantom of the Opera…” Galadriel lives a life very different from her days as Commander, now in the court of her brother Finrod, a survivor of the lupine horrors her endured with Beren. Finrod is now an Elven king in the new realm founded on the ruins of Dol Guldur. The evil is gone, or so they think. Rumors of a Phantom in the wood begin to surface, as he sabotages and steals… and seduces.

CW:Masquerades, forge sex, Vampire form sex, Annatar form, Celeborn as Roaul, Finrod with PTSD, Morgoth returns, Major character death with a glimmer of hope at the end.

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[aftout]

mina harker u absolute train fiend 

[black-ak9]

It's finally October!!!

Here's a little preview of the comic :)

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[foodlesoodlesdoodles]

woa gothic literature upon a blue moon be upon ye

[mrhyde-mrseek]

SCIENCE MOST SINISTER: VOLUME II - PART EIGHT

(I know I sound like a broken record at this point but I am SO sorry for the hiatus! I didn’t mean for it to go on this long, I was slammed with both life and writer’s block at the same time BUT NOW WE’RE BACK YIPPEE!)

The first order of business once they had all stepped off the train was to figure out where everyone’s sleeping quarters would be. Kemp offered to house those of them who, for obvious reasons, could not book a room—Griffin (reluctantly), Sherlock, Watson, and Jekyll—in his manor, while the rest of the House and the Society headed into town to find an inn.

According to Kemp, Port Burdock had only one inn. His directions led the Society, Victor, the Time Traveller, and Gwen to a surprisingly large yet ramshackle building roughly a mile from the docks. The paint on the window frames was chipped, and the snow-covered shingles looked as grey and weather-worn as all the other buildings they had passed.

The sign that hung above the door creaked in the wind; the paint was faded and the metal rusted over, but the name was legible enough: The Albatross. Whether it was meant to be a blessing or a curse, Mycroft could not say for certain.

The lobby inside was just as bleak as the outside. The walls were devoid of any decoration except for a couple faded photographs of the docks, which seemed to have been hung as a halfhearted attempt to brighten the place up. The windows were covered in a layer of dust, as were the rickety chairs, tables, and the railing of the staircase leading to the upper floors.

Behind the front desk slouched a short, round old woman with an expression of utter boredom on her face. Upon hearing the door open, her eyes flicked up almost reflexively. She then did a double take once she realized that eight people had indeed walked into the inn on purpose, and hastily straightened up.

“Eight rooms, please,” Mycroft said, walking up to the desk. The innkeeper nodded, her glazed eyes scanning the money halfheartedly to make sure it was the proper sum, then handed him a ring of keys.

Passing out the keys and dropping their luggage off in their respective rooms took less than five minutes. Finding Kemp’s house took even less time. The manor loomed over the port from its place atop a steep hill, visible even from the docks. Kemp, Mycroft knew, was not fond of visitors unless strictly necessary, and even less so of the residents of Port Burdock, whom the scientist had described to Mycroft as “superstitious half-wits.” His disdain for the townsfolk was made even more evident by the fact that the only path up to his house was rather overgrown.

The eight stragglers were admitted inside by the footman and led into the dining room, where they found the rest of the Society and the House gathered around the dining table.

As Mycroft took the empty chair next to Sherlock, there came a thud and a curse. Behind him, Kemp was struggling to maneuver a massive evidence board through the door. Edmund immediately leapt up to help him. Griffin snickered, then yelped as the Time Traveller kicked him under the table.

Once he and Edmund finally managed to drag the board into the room, Kemp turned towards the table. “This is the culmination of every piece of information we have been able to find regarding Thomas Marvel’s murder,” he said, gesturing to the web of newspaper clippings, documents, and photographs pinned to the board and connected by lengths of red string. “Most of the credit for obtaining it should be given to Mycroft and Utterson; I doubt we would have been able to obtain half as much had a lawyer and a government official not been part of the Society.” He nodded at the respective men. Mycroft mentally grimaced. Field work had never been his forte, but after joining the Society, he hadn’t been given much of a choice.

“Before his death, Marvel was the owner of an inn called The Invisible Man. With Griffin’s involvement no longer a possibility, we have narrowed our list down to four suspects.” Kemp pointed to a photograph of a dark-haired young woman. “Millie Cutter was the inn’s maid. From what we know, she is currently employed as a laundress and is working from her own home.”

Next, he moved to a photograph of an elderly woman with a round face and bright eyes. “Ivanya Lovrić was the inn’s head cook. She now works in The Albatross’s kitchens. I don’t suppose any of you may have seen her when you booked your rooms?” He received only shakes of the head from the Society, the Time Traveller, Gwen, and Victor in response. He sighed. “Never mind.”

He then pointed to a photograph of a dark-skinned man with a glare so cold it could freeze Hell. “Ezekiel Roman operated the inn’s front desk. I have no idea what his current occupation is, because from what I understand, he is extremely solitary and does not enjoy interacting with strangers. I have, however, heard rumors that he may have picked up work at the docks.”

The last photograph he indicated was one of an unusually pale man with sharp features, light eyes, and a mop of blonde hair. “Barnabas Croft was the inn’s barmaid. Unfortunately, his current whereabouts are unknown, but I don’t doubt that asking about town would turn up information.” He accented that last bit with a disdainful eye roll.

Utterson took the following silence as his signal to stand. “I believe dividing and conquering is the best way to go about this,” he declared. “Mycroft, Watson, and I will interrogate Mr. Roman, seeing as he will be the most difficult to interrogate. Poole, Gwen, and the Time Traveller will interrogate Miss Cutter. Jekyll, Edmund, and Victor will interrogate Ms. Lovrić. Kemp and Walton will go around town and try to ascertain Mr. Croft’s location. Sherlock and Griffin, meanwhile, will investigate Marvel’s inn itself and search for evidence pertaining to both the murder and the identity of this new invisible man. We shall meet back here once everyone has returned.”

And with that, the investigation had begun.

[losercade]

trained scientists (my gothic lit au) character designs just dropped

in order!!! Lanyon, Jekyll & Hyde !!! >:)

I'm soooo excited that I got a few of the character designs down!! My sillies are coming to life :D

Talking about the au here!

[the-ranting-ravens-lair]

victor frankenstein, age 10, making the worst decision of his life

[abesetacringe]

what r they even doing

[darling-its-blue-and-gay]

Acting Student Gothic

You’re in room 1. No, in room 2. No, in room 1. It doesn’t matter, the walls are all painted black wherever you go.

The teacher looks at you, through you. You wonder when was the last time they slept. You can’t even remember when you last slept.

There is an assessment coming up. There is always an assessment coming up. You try and remember what this one is about.

You are wearing the same outfit as your colleague. You are all wearing the same outfit. You are all clones dressed in black, made to blend into the black walls.

Someone is running. You don’t know why.

You are handed another script. You look at it: it’s in Latin. You don’t remember knowing latin but you learn the lines anyway.

[tenebris-lux]

Ohh boy…. I genuinely hope this rez doesn’t turn out like the previous one. I have my misgivings, though. Lanyon & Jekyll parted on bad, uncompromising terms. I can’t help but feel anxious for what’s to come. Heart’s fingers crossed so hard…..

@uttersonlawofficial , @herbert-west-the-reanimator

[pursuitseternal]

So many secrets…Everyone one is in “Disguise”

New chapter on “Beautiful Creature of Darkness:” my Phantom of the Opera/ Gothic literature inspired AU…

A masked festival, a heated moment beneath a curtain, hidden identities, confrontations between friends and enemies…

“True is false, who is who?”

Read the story

@mamanmae @iamstartraveller776 @eowyn7023 @rebelrebelwrites @jhalya

[aftout]

crazy how you’ll catch me DEAD before I draw ANY of these characters wearing the HATS they’re supposed to have.

[black-ak9]

Hi! I like your art of Hotel Transylvania. Are your drawings for an au, since they show the characters have no problems with hurting humans? I also want to ask what you like about Martha. Personally, I hate how she had no purpose other than die to make Drac sad. We didnt see any of her personality so her death feels far less impactful than say, Bambis mom.

Hello! Thanks for your comment :)

It is a type of AU, in that it is less childish and is more similar to real gothic literary works, and some horror series🍷🖤

I love Martha because as you say, they didn't give her a purpose, and instead of making an OC, I better gave her some essence to my own style. (And is Goth✨)🖤🦇 I'm like Cartman, I can't leave something half done, especially if it has potential.

BAMBI'S MOM HAHAJAHAHAH that's cruel man but true 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 LOVE IT

[parasnooz]

[mrhyde-mrseek]

Victor: Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?

Watson: …You were putting it in cold water?

Time Traveller: Victor. Answer the question Victor.

Victor: Yeah??? I thought for like five years that people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. Didn’t realize there was an actual reason.

Griffin: You don’t have the patience to microwave water for three minutes???

Sherlock: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it?

Griffin: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove??

Sherlock: IT TAKES LESS THAN A MINUTE.

Griffin: BESTIE IS YOUR STOVETOP POWERED BY THE FUCKING SUN?!

Sherlock: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON THE STOVE???

Griffin: LIKE SEVEN MINUTES!

Sherlock: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes… less than that and you use a saucepan…

Griffin: YOU’RE PUTTING THE WHOLE MUG ON THE STOVE???? ON MEDIUM HEAT???? Your stove is enchanted.

Gwen: Every single one of you is a fucking lunatic.

Jekyll: DO NONE OF YOU OWN A FUCKING KETTLE?!

[losercade]

I made this thing for my gothic lit au

characters in order:

- Frankie (Victor's Daughter)

- Victor

- Aria (Henry's sister)

- Henry

- Lanyon

- Hyde