#henry clerval save me.......

[franken-loser]

Crying sobbing screaming throwing up hitting the ground with my fists ripping my hair out hitting my head flapping my hands jumping up and down hyperventilating tears everywhere shaking my head rapidly running around in circles breathing abnormally cant breath throwing things around (i saw henry clerval)

[mothmore]

just got to chapter 5 in my frankenstein reread oh my god. i fucking love and cackle at the fact that henry is just like “omg victor ^_^ i’m so happy to be here to study with you at university finally after three years apart !!” and victor just stares at him with huge autism eyes shaking and malnourished like “i fucked up. big.”

[thevoidmeows]

In electromagnetism, inductance is the tendency of an electrical conductor to oppose a change in the electric current flowing through it. It has units of Henry, and for small inductance it can be denoted in units of microhenries (μH). So, the entire time we were covering this in my physics class, i was suffering from my severe frankenstein brainrot, and this is the result lol

[falloutnewnobody]

babe he cant even save himself

Adam Frankenstein save me...

Adam...

save me Adam...

[katabay]

MY DEAR VICTOR

“My dear Victor,” cried he, “what, for God’s sake, is the matter? Do not laugh in that manner. How ill you are! What is the cause of all this?”

“Do not ask me,” cried I, putting my hands before my eyes, for I thought I saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room; “he can tell. Oh, save me! Save me!” I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously and fell down in a fit.

Poor Clerval! What must have been his feelings? A meeting, which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness. But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.

This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse. I afterwards learned that, knowing my father’s advanced age and unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness would make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the extent of my disorder. He knew that I could not have a more kind and attentive nurse than himself; and, firm in the hope he felt of my recovery, he did not doubt that, instead of doing harm, he performed the kindest action that he could towards them.

Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley (CHAPTER 5)

ah, to be cared for! the unconditional depth and gentleness of it. also have you guys ever listen to the ost for the korean frankenstein musical. sometimes I think about how musical!victor uses his henry's (dupre in the musical, not clerval, but henry all the same) head for his creation. that's also an unconditional something!!

ngl I considered attempting a full bernie wrightson homage for this, but then I thought about how I like having fun and that would totally ruin my hands for the week and settled for drawing a bunch of lines until I got tired of drawing lines lmao

ko-fi⭐ bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

[st4r-with-a-four]

Henry Clerval…… save me, Henry Clerval……..

Close ups under the cutttt

[spaceagebachelormann]

Hiii, I just wanted to say that I f*ckinf ADORED AND LOVED that post about henry clerval, I don't usually see any people doing post about him nor other Frankenstein characters either,... However I was thinking Could you please do another post about henry clerval but this time as boyfriend headcanons, thanks in advance if you do so🥰🫣🫡

✧.* 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: RAAAAAAH henry clerval… save me henry clerval…

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: some spelling errors becaue i am TIRED

i went over in another thing how he’d ask you out so i don’t have to go over that thankfully

he might be the most sweetest boyfriend you could ever have

he brings you flowers almost every single week without fail and he even hand picks them himself and makes his own little thing to put them in and puts them in a vase for you

the second they start to wither he’s off to go find even more

if it’s the winter and he can’t bring you flowers instead he likes to cook for you

speaking of his cooking it’s literally amazing

he always somehow gets distracted and it’s still absolutely scrumptious

clerval cares for you far more than himself and would do positively anything for you

if you asked him to fight a dragon he’ll see in you a few months . give him a sword

god forbid you get sick while dating him because he is so worrisome

he’ll make you lay down and check you temperature more often than necessary and calls a doctor the second it’s even slightly too hot

like i said his cooking is godly so he makes you the best soup and if you don’t like soup he’ll make whatever (within reason) you want instead

he doesn’t really care about getting sick but he would prefer not to, so he stays in the room with you as often as he can

oh my god he’d take you on a minimum of three dates per week and ten per month (at the least)

he loves picnics the most because that’s how he confessed!! but unfortunately victor and elizabeth know where the spot is so they like to come annoy y’all

and occasionally william followed by justine who gives you guys an apology and drags him away (she lowkey found it funny)

also he’s like the biggest hand holder in existence

you could just be talking or sitting in silence or on one of your walks and his hands is always either touching yours in some way or holding it

and while your talking and he’s holding your hand he likes to just casually raise it and kiss it

if you’re shorter than him (i picture him around 5’10) he likes to just hug you and smooth down your hair and rest his chin on your head

and sleeping in the same bed as him is a wonderful nightmare

he has all the blankets and pillows in the world (if that’s what you like, if not he casually throws them off and makes sure you’re comfortable)

he drools and very lightly snores but not enough to wake you up or bother you at all

also be prepared for victor and elizabeth just casually showing up and/or spending the night every once in awhile

speaking of victor and elizabeth they would love you!

elizabeth will randomly steal you away from henry and take you shopping with her and to get lunch, occasionally joined by justine

victor doesn’t steal you away from henry but he does like talking to you because he thinks you’re very smart and will just yap to you for hours until he’s stopped

henry 100% does that thing where he puts his arm around the back of your chair at all times

standing or sitting his arm is around your chair no matter what

also he is such a gentleman !!

if you’re cold you WILL take his jacket and somehow he’s perfectly fine

has and always will pull out your chair

and of course he’d hold the door and bring you flowers every other day

when you start dating him there’s a subtle change in the way he treats you vs some of the other people in his life

not in a bad way and not many people notice but like

normally he’d pull every persons chair out for them out of pure kindness, but when you start dating he’ll only pull out yours and he sure to always be sitting next to you

and hes not as physically affectionate with anyone else but you anymore and less enthusiastic with most compliments

but when its you everything is like increased by 10x he could go on about you for hours and he doesn’t even need someone to listen

you honestly don’t even have to go on proper dates with him

you can just stay inside and talk for hours and hes perfectly okay with it ! he just loves spending time with you <3

[mourningskvader]

On Chapter V, which means I get to hear my beloved Clerval.

Listening to the audiobook of Frankenstein narrated by Dan Stevens means I get to spend over 17 hours of my week listening to two different Frankenstein audiobooks!

[the-real-dev]

Henry clerval . save me henry clerval

[losercade]

henry clerval... save me..

[eolewyn1010]

Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 2

Calling it now, this one should have been wrapped up with chapter 1. Both of them are really short on content, and also it's second verse, same as the first - Victor even seamlessly keeps talking about his relationship to Elizabeth. Shelley, what's with the cut?

They never, ever argued. Is that because Elizabeth doesn’t get a personality beyond being a virtuous angel or because Victor likes to put the idea of them as a couple on such a high pedestal, in spite of his actually being extremely neglectful of her?

And in comes Henry Clerval! Poor Henry, he deserves better. So does Elizabeth, for that matter. But Victor describes their relationship and how the three of them harmonized very much in terms of a polycule, so I’ll content myself with that. DAS GAY: 9

“my passions were turned not to childish pursuits” – yeah, no, brat, you’re not precocious, you’re just pretentious, e. g. how you consider it necessary to impart your superiority above mere peasants. (This sort of language is infectious; I hope it doesn’t stick because it sounds so incredibly bratty.)

“I was, to a great degree, self-taught”… and what an accomplishment that is with zero outward criticism. We all know that the scientific community and discussion have never contributed anything to verification and honing of any knowledge in the world. I hate how blind his self-perceived brilliancy makes him. Fucking talk to the elders in your field! DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 1

“wealth was an inferior object” – that’s easy to say for someone who was never left wanting for anything in his life. I SO PRIVILEGED: 3

Suddenly abandoning all of his studies on a whim doesn’t seem like a turn of fortunes trying to save him; it sounds like Victor is a fickle and easily bored mind.

“decreed my utter and terrible destruction” – bitch, you’re still here! Elizabeth and Henry and William are dead, you fuck didn’t get destroyed for shit! Geez. New Counter. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 1

And this last one? Is gonna get high numbers.

[franken-loser]

He's not just Henry Clerval, he's also my wife

[tandy-angel]

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[mourninglorystory]

An Intro to WYB's "Frankenstein"

Hello! It's me again with some good ol' "Frankenstein" propaganda. I've posted about this musical before on previous polls and I'm super happy it's made it this far into this competition! I do also love "School of Rock" and I'll use this opportunity to share the word of "Frankenstein" and hopefully some of y'all will consider checking it out when you have the time! Once again, this won't have any major spoilers.

There are big differences between WYB's "Frankenstein" musical and the novel it was based off of, but the core themes are the same. Victor Frankenstein is still as much of a dumbass as ever. But this time, he has a boyfriend to be a dumbass with. Similar in vibes to Henry Clerval from the novel, meet the musical's Henry Dupre:

Henry Dupre meets Victor Frankenstein on the battlefield at Waterloo, where Victor saves him from being accused as a spy. In return, Victor asks Henry to assist him with creating super soldiers out of the war's fallen. Henry is reluctant at first, but agrees for the future of humanity. They become fast friends. Henry tells Victor's sister that Victor is "more than a friend to him" and continues to help Victor with his research and... not get Victor's drunken ass kicked at a bar. Wherever Victor Frankenstein goes, Henry Dupre is following right behind.

After getting drunk at a bar, the two meet up with an undertaker who states he can give Victor fresh materials for his research (fresh materials being a recently-deceased man's head/brain). Turns out, the undertaker killed a man to sell to Victor. Victor gets pissed and beats him to death with a rock. Believing he owes a debt to Victor for saving him on the battlefield, Henry takes the blame for Victor's crime and is sentenced to death by guillotine. Can you see where this is going? Victor needs a fresh head to complete his research...

Yes, Henry's head is used to finish the creation. For act 2, Henry's actor plays the creature. The creature has a miserable time for a few years, and visits Victor Frankenstein again to declare his revenge against him. And then the rest of this wonderful musical happens!

If you want to see some clips of this musical with English subs, please check out this link! You can even find the album online in places like Spotify!

[the-gay-prometheus]

Either 15 from Fluff; “You saved me.” Or 48 from Angst; “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

Hehe. You gave me an angst prompt. This was a mistake.

So I decided to do something completely different with this. I had the sudden inspiration to write something not for my main AU... but instead for that ridiculous Red Dead Redemption/Frankenstein crossover AU that I'm now affectionately dubbing Undead Redemption because I have absolutely zero creative talent.

No I'm not planning on actually seriously pursuing this AU. But uh... this prompt made me think of it so I decided to write for it! This... this is a doozy of a piece. Be warned... it’s.... intense. It’s also pretty long so... sorry about that. (needless to say - I chose the angst one)

TW: Blood, character death, murder, hysteria? panic? something like that

~~~

The town of Strawberry was charming - well worth the travel, Henry thought. Remote, but certainly not too much so, as the larger town of Blackwater was only a half-day’s ride away. Surrounded by pine forests and brisk with a mountain’s breeze, it was a quiet town of bare-log houses and little in the way of amenities. A rushing stream cut through the town’s center, turning a large wheel which likely produced what little electricity could be found there.

Henry smiled as he rode down the dirt road, his red roan mare plodding along patiently until he pulled her to a halt at the hitching post in front of the house that was to be his lodging for the week. “Ata girl,” he cooed softly, ruffling her mane with his hand before dismounting. She shook her head with a snort, and rested one hind hoof on its edge as she settled in to stand for however long it would be until she was to be ridden again. Henry reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sugar cube, holding it out to her with a flat palm, and she gladly snatched it up. Chuckling at her eagerness at the scent of a treat, Henry pat her on the neck and pulled her reins over her head, tying them securely to the hitching post. Though he was giddy at the thought of adventuring through Mount Shann over the next few days, today was to be a day of rest before the excursion, so he took his time unloading what little he had brought with him into the house before retiring to a sturdy wooden chair on the porch to watch the townsfolk go about their day. Part of him was itching to retreat further up the rocky hill behind where he was staying and sit in the woods to write as the sun set, but he was aching after a day of riding and he was far more inclined to stay and rest.

The evening was quiet yet cheerful, until out of the corner of his eye, Henry caught sight of what appeared to be a massive shadow approaching the town from the northern road - one that sent townsfolk scattering and shouting as they all shut themselves into whatever dwellings they could, some choosing instead to hop onto their horses and gallop off. Now thoroughly curious, Henry stood and squinted to get a better look. That shadow turned out to be a massive draft horse, the tallest he had ever seen, with what looked to be an even taller person sitting atop its back. As the stranger rode past the sheriff’s office, Henry could see the sheriff open the door, then quickly shut it again the moment the stranger turned his head to look at him. The odd figure continued on, then halted his giant steed in the middle of the road and dismounted, resting their hand on the horse’s neck and slowly sliding it away as they began striding down the road. As the stranger approached, Henry could hear the jingling of spurs and a sudden chill went down his spine. At about the midway point from the road to the porch where Henry stood, the stranger stopped. His hair was long and black and billowing like the tails of his heavy dark leather duster in the wind, and his face covered by the rim of a black cattleman’s hat that was tipped downward to hide his eyes. “Clerval!” The voice that echoed through the streets was clear and cold as the rushing stream it rose above, yet pitched somewhere between roaring thunder and the creaking of old pines. Henry felt his hair stand on end at the sound of his own name, but he kept his composure and slowly descended the steps, standing a distance from the stranger on the road.

“Is there something you need from me, s-” Henry felt his breath catch in his throat as the stranger slowly raised his head and pulled a dark bandana that covered his mouth and nose down with one gloved hand. Even from a distance, beneath the shadow of his hat’s brim, the stranger’s eyes seemed to glow a dull yellow, sickly and pale yet burning bright enough to be visible from afar.

“The eyes! Those horrible eyes!”

“Victor! Victor, compose yourself! What eyes?” Henry held Victor tightly as the scrawny scientist writhed in feverish agony and pointed toward the wall.

“Surely you can see them! There! The fires of hell burn within them!” Henry looked up and surveyed the empty room with worried eyes.

“Victor… love there’s nothing here,” he reassured him. Victor broke from his grasp and tried to stand, only to stumble backward again.

“Yellow! That dreaded yellow glow- he’s returned for me! He’s- he…” He suddenly went silent, eyes still bugged and wild as he collapsed onto the ground. Henry desperately wanted answers, but… whatever had happened, whatever Victor had seen to haunt him in such a way, it was still far too traumatic of a memory to be discussed. With a heavy sigh, Henry gently picked Victor up off of the floor and carried his limp body to bed, where he laid him down and kissed his sweat-covered forehead tenderly.

“Just rest, Victor. No one is here to hurt you. It’s just me. Everything will be ok.” He took Victor’s clammy hand and held it tightly. “So long as I am here with you, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Who- What are you?” Henry managed to ask as the memory passed through his mind. The stranger’s gleaming eyes seemed to widen, then narrow again. His left hand, which was bare unlike his right, pushed aside the leather of his duster and revealed a pistol holstered on his hip. The fingers that hovered over the pistol’s handle were long and bony with a mixture of pale and discolored skin. Henry felt his heart jump at the sight, and he instinctively raised his hands. “Sir I mean you no harm,” he reassured him. “Just… tell me who you are and how you know me.” The stranger hesitated, and Henry saw in him a sudden moment of weakness.

“I-” The stranger’s voice broke as he began to speak, and he faltered. “I am no one. I am nothing.” Henry’s racing pulse began to slow, and he cautiously stepped forward.

“Everyone is someone, everyone is something.” The stranger’s hand fell back and he dropped his head.

“Not me, Henry. Never me.” Henry felt a sudden sense of sympathy toward him. Surely this was the man Victor was so afraid of, and yet… he seemed so sad, so alone, much more like a lost child than a fearsome demon.

“Maybe not now, but if you let me help you, maybe we can find where you belong,” Henry called to him softly, slightly lowering his hands as he approached. The stranger took a step back. “May I ask your name?”

“I have no name,” was the stranger’s hushed reply. He raised his gloved hand and removed his hat, revealing his face. A scar with obvious stitching ran diagonally down it, and though his raven hair primarily covered over it, another ran along his forehead, and two more ran from his ears to about midway down his jaw line. Henry felt himself taken by the shock of the sight, but he showed no fear as he continued to approach. “Your Victor never gave me one.” Now finally putting the pieces together, Henry’s hazel eyes widened.

“So he finally did it,” he murmured. “He managed to create life from death-”

“And then leave it to die,” the creature interrupted. Henry could see tears streaming down his papery-skinned cheeks.

“I can see you’ve been through so much,” Henry pointed out sympathetically, lowering his hands further. “You can talk to me. I won’t hurt you.” The creature’s chest heaved and his eyes clenched shut as he turned his face away.

“No, no I certainly think you won’t.” In one swift motion, the creature pulled the pistol from its holster and held it cocked, pointed in Henry’s direction. Henry jumped, raising his hands up again as his heart began to race. Though his gun was pointed, the creature seemed hesitant. His hand shook and his face was still turned away. For a moment, he lowered his gun and he wiped the tears from his eyes with his gloved hand.

“You don’t want to do this,” Henry muttered, suddenly filled with a strange mixture of fear and empathy. “You don’t have to do this.”

“That’s just it, Henry,” the creature whispered. His eyes lifted to the red painted sky of dusk. “I have no choice. There are consequences for his actions. A price must be paid as reparation for what he’s cost me.” There was a sudden shift in his expression that made Henry feel his blood run ice cold. “And that price is you.”

He barely felt the bullet when it hit. All there was, was the deafening sound of the shot and the screams that rose from the buildings that followed, the flying open of doors and windows to see what had happened, the terrified whinnies of horses, and a sudden gush of something onto his hands which instinctively flew to his chest. As he fell, he saw the creature become unsteady, nearly falling himself as the smoking pistol fell from his hand, before tensing and letting out an unearthly cry that seemed to echo through the still dusk air. He could see the creature’s stallion turn from the calm shadow he was into a panicked wreck of a beast, pawing and pacing and rearing onto his hind hooves. The creature himself turned and ran, jumping back into the saddle. As he turned his horse around, he looked over his shoulder to Henry one last time with a sorrowful look in his yellow eyes before placing his hat back onto his head and spurring his steed into a swift gallop until he disappeared over the hill beyond.

Hooves pounded on the dirt road that led to the western side of the town, kicking up dust as horse and rider flew down the path. Victor’s eyes kept a steely gaze on the town entrance ahead, his heart racing. As he had been walking down the road, there had been a sudden exodus from the town, with folks high-tailing it out as fast as they could, and he knew something was very wrong. Though his silver gray Kladruber mare was pushing just about as hard as she could, the sound of a gunshot spooked Victor into kicking his heels into her sides hard. She leaped from the pain of it with a panicked neigh, her ears pinning back as she kicked her legs out and pushed into a faster gallop than she had ever managed in her life. Tearing past the arch of the town entrance, Victor tore at the left rein, and his mare nearly tripped over herself as she made as sharp a turn as she could and tore over the bridge that led to the other road. The moment they crossed, Victor watched as one figure stumbled back and another far taller, ran and disappeared over the hill on his mount. Yanking back on both reins, Victor forced his mare into a skidding stop, leaping off her back before she had even fully stopped and racing to Henry just as he fell. He caught him in his arms, but struggled to hold up his weight and fell backward himself. Frantically, he tore the bandana from around his own neck and pressed it hard against the wound that spilled with blood. “Stay with me Henry,” he muttered, though he felt he was going to be sick. “Stay with me, come on, stay with me.” Henry coughed and sputtered, but looked up at him with a strained smile.

“Victor- it’s- it’s ok,” he wheezed. Victor pulled the bandana back slightly to inspect the wound.

“I’ll need to get that bullet out-” He paused, wildly searching around. “Is there a doctor in this town?!” he exclaimed, searching for any sign of a practice that might have the tools he would need. Henry suddenly gripped his arm.

“Victor, no,” he whispered hoarsely. “Don’t- don’t…” His voice trailed off and his breath grew more ragged. Tears began streaming down Victor’s face and his vision started to blur, his heart pounding hard in his chest as panic coursed through him.

“Somebody! Anybody! Help!” he cried out. A few terrified but curious townsfolk began opening their doors to see what was happening. Henry suddenly twitched and sucked in a deep breath, his eyes growing wide. Victor gripped him tighter, pressing harder at the wound. “No- no no no- Henry!” In his arms, the body he held convulsed, and after an exhale and another sudden sharp inhale, it went limp, and once bright hazel eyes stared coldly up at him, sightless. “Henry,” Victor croaked his name, his hand falling from the wound and taking the lifeless hand of the one he held. “Henry please…” he whimpered, choking back a sob. “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me,” he begged. The warmth from the body he held was already beginning to seep away, and the skin began to grow cold. He was gone. Truly, completely gone. There were no longer any thoughts in Victor’s mind. Everything was as blank and empty as the soulless stare from the lifeless eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul. In a blind state of panic, Victor dropped the body and stared down at his hands. He stood, shaking violently as he stared down. Blood dripped from his fingers, but he could barely see it as his vision was so hazy and unclear. He gripped at his face hysterically, smearing blood over his hair and skin. The sudden feeling of it and the realization of what it was sent him into utter turmoil, and he let out an inhuman shriek, stumbling around in blind panic and screaming until he tripped over the corpse’s outstretched arm and fell into the dirt below. As he writhed, a mess of blood and tears, he felt himself go numb, and with one final cry, his eyes rested back on Henry’s lifeless stare and he drew in a ragged breath. Panic turned to searing rage, and he grit his teeth. Around him, a few townsfolk had gathered to check on his condition, but their voices were drowned out by the pounding of his own heart, and his sight faded away to white as his consciousness slipped away.

[mourningskvader]

henry clerval save me

henry clerval

save me henry clerval