#the creature lisa frankenstein

[finnyboychee]

can you guys tell im mentally ill and also a homosexual

[dismas-n-dismay]

If you think about it, it's so poetic that both Lisa and the Creature have talents that deal with gentleness, precision, and care. Lisa's job as a seamstress requires a keen eye and attentive fingers to give a proper job mending and sewing things together. We get to see this come through with how gently she sows the Creature his new parts, this is their form of affection. And with the Creature it's in his music, how he plays his piece for her in earnest and without fear, fingers gliding on the keys as if there hasn't been hundreds of years between the two. And it's his love for Lisa that makes it so easy. It's in the carefulness and attention to detail that he and Lisa find their love.

[lansolot]

are these anything

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

cannae fucking believe they took out the scene where the creature knocks on lisa's door first before he has to break in. of course he's going to knock first. he might be a reanimated rotting mass of flesh who kills people but he's still a victorian gentleman. he's going to be polite. he's going to be respectful. and of course lisa is going to slam the door in his face because he's a reanimated rotting mass of flesh who kills people but he's at the very least going to try

[thebowieconstricker]

My Roman Empire is Lisa having a serious conversation with the corpse man she brought to life who is wholeheartedly in love with her about how it was morally correct to kill her abusers and then saying “okay I have to go change my pad now” I love her sm what an icon

[sideshowreject]

FREEZE FRAME, SCREEN KISS, HOT HEADLIGHTS

still thinking about this movie... i like this drawing a lot more, though honestly i think the uncolored version is still the better one. pose is based on morticia and gomez!

[murderyourbeloved]

THE WAY... ok the way creature doesn't answer at the first "You love me?" AND HE LOOKS AS IF HE'S ABOUT TO CRY, imagine how much he's waited for her to realize, how heartbroken he must have been from the whole Michael thing and now thinking that she was upset at him for almost hurting Taffy, and he just seems so happy 😭 and then the second time he nods so lovingly GOD, they make me go feral

[z0mbiebrid3]

I don't care what ANYONE says,, rotted creature is still adorable creature

Like hello?? He's so cutie

[linkeylulu]

—SPOILERS FOR LISA FRANKENSTEIN—

Thinking about the scene where Lisa walks in on Taffy and Micheal from the Creature’s perspective. Because thinking about the order of events Creature’s waiting in the car, Lisa enters the house, walks in on Taffy and Micheal, screams at them, and then Creature barges in with an axe. So why did Creature come in with the axe? You could argue his plan all along was to mutilate Micheal, but I don’t know if I buy that. Yes, Creature was jealous of Micheal, but he also clearly wanted Lisa to be happy and didn’t want to hurt her. Also his timing is interesting, because he came in really soon after Lisa discovered Micheal and Taffy. I then realized that if he was waiting in the car, all he probably heard was Lisa scream. And Lisa’s scream in that scene is one of pure terror. My conclusion (/headcanon), he came in with the axe to protect her then took advantage of the situation once he realized how hurt she was.

[duchess-of-new-shire]

You're telling me they fucked, married AND killed?

[angel-sweets666]

is the creature from Lisa Frankenstein just not appreciated because honestly he makes me feel things

I just know he whimpers when you ride him.

[mellohisan]

the way he holds her. the gentle supporting her head caress. the WAY HE LOOKS AT HER, moments after LEAVING THE AXE FOR HER TO KILL HIM WITH IF SHE SO CHOSE… guys im ILL im SICK.

[lanadelreis]

y’all i had a thought of lisa and the creature drawn with this pose it’s genuinely making me loose my marbles waaaahhhhh /pos

[mbat]

ah, the homoerotic relationship between a human social outcast and an abomination against nature

[i-crav3-blo0d]

Can we just appreciate how STUNNING Cole Sprouse is in Lisa Frankenstein like HOLY EFFING SHEETS THE GENDER ENVYYYYY

[thebowieconstricker]

Head Over Heels - Prolouge

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

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Alright, monster lovers, I’m gonna try something a little more ambitious: an actual fic. Constructive criticism welcome! Please be kind because I have no proof reader and I’m still learning how to write good stories lol. I’m also gonna be fleshing out some characters to better fit the narrative I have in mind for this story. I hope you enjoy the prologue!

Warnings: slight language, my best attempt at worldbuilding, and our gender neutral reader is an orphan, so discussion of that. Also, (N/N) stands for nickname!

~~~

1986, Brookview, Indiana

“Oh. My. GOODNESS, (Y/N)! You have to try a face mask! It’ll help you with those dark circles under your eyes!”

“But (Y/NNNN), pink is totally your color! Just give it a chance, your nails would look SO pretty!”

“You didn’t even jump! It’s like you’re built for these movies, (N/N)!”

Comments like these had already gotten old around- you checked your watch- two hours ago. You considered yourself a survivor of some ancient teenage girl ceremony. Saying polite “no thank you”s to Taffy and the rest of her much too perky friends was becoming quite the laborious task. Some may say you were being too stubborn, as they had treated you with nothing but kindness since you came to town, to which you’d argue that Tricia certainly seemed like she had a bone to pick with you. Along with her, you had unfortunately seen enough of the world to understand one of the most important rules of high school:

The popular girls were mean, and these girls were certainly popular.

You had no idea why Taffy had run up to you on your first day of school and excitedly introduced herself, her gaggle of friends confusedly following after her. You figured this was some kind of territorial power move, checking out the fresh meat before inevitably deciding to kill.

But then Taffy kept hanging out with you. And complementing you. And begging you to hang out with her group of gals.

You took it as some kind of elaborate bit, but hey, they were nice.

At least they didn’t look at you like you were a rotten corpse walking down the halls.

Your thoughts snapped back to your current situation at Taffy’s house. Her mother, Janet, had actually sneered at you when you walked in, but other than that, the night was shaping up to be your average “new girls first sleepover”. Grease had taught you well. That was, until the truth or dare game started.

Lori had brought it up, and it started pretty normal.

“Who’s your crush?”

“OMG, I’m not telling!”

“Come on, Misty! We won’t tell! Right, (Y/N)?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, no.” You mentally cursed yourself.

This is how it continued for a while before you finally perked up.

“I dare you to go to the Bachelors Cemetary Grove.”

“WHAT??? No way, Tricia! There’s no way in hell-“

Your eyes widened in intrigue and you blurted out without thinking, “There’s a bachelors cemetery?”

The girls turned to look at you.

Tricia raised one of her perfect eyebrows.

“You haven’t heard about it? It’s like- uber haunted.”

That piqued your interest. Life in the foster care system had caused you to grow accustomed to the darker sides of life, and you had always had a special interest in the dead. Your own parents had died in a mysterious fire when you were just a baby, leaving you with no real memories of them. You believed that everyone deserved to be remembered, especially the average, unremarkable person.

(Mainly because you knew that’s how you would turn out, and you’d like to be remembered.)

Enough of that, though, because everyone is still looking at you, so you cleared your throat.

“Would I have to go tonight? Or like, right now?”

Tricia rolled her eyes. “I mean, I didn’t ask you-“

“Oh, shush, Tricia! She’s participating!” Taffy smiled widely at you.

Tricia shot you a look.

“Fine. Yes, tonight. And you’d have to bring back a vine to show that you actually went there. The place is full of them, so it should be easy for you.”

You detected a hint of challenge in Tricia’s tone, but ignored it. You wanted to do this to quench the thirst of curiosity that was bubbling in your brain. This seemed like the first interesting thing you had heard about in this boring town.

You stood.

“I’ll do it.”

Taffy cheered and Lori looked at you in amazement. Misty immediately began to try to talk you out of it, worrying about your safety, while Tricia went silent.

Your mind was set, though. Time to see what all the hooplah was about.

~~~

The walk to the gravesite had been much more peaceful than you thought it would be.

Taffy’s house was constant noise, light, color, total overstimulation. However, the cool mist that danced across your skin along with the eerie silence of the woods soothed you. It helped you clear your head.

After walking through the woods for what seemed like hours, you finally came across the old rusted iron gate that sadly displayed the text, “Bachelors Cemetery Grove”. You frowned, finding the disrepair of the cite pitiful. This place should be filled with respect, not to be forgotten by vines and leaves.

Speaking of, holy shit, Tricia was right about the vines everywhere.

Thick, bright green foliage covered every inch of the area, graves poking out here and there to display faded names. It was enchanting to see so much life growing in a place of death. You could have snapped off a vine and booked it out of there, but you were drawn to this cemetery. Careful steps led you deeper and deeper into its heart as you swerved this way and that to try and make out the occasional name.

Then, through a beam of moonlight that shone through a break in the trees, your eyes caught on a specific grave.

You walked closer and came face to face with the stoic expression of a handsome young man, carved in the same stone his grave was made of. He had a strong nose, with beautifully curved lips and hair that flipped upwards on the ends. He was looking slightly downwards, his eyebrows painfully curved upwards, as if to express a dramatic feeling of grief. Resting beside his bust was an arm and a hand, attached to nothing and slightly curled. He looked like a man that would recite beautiful poetry, professing his deepest desires and most intimate thoughts.

Your mouth was slightly agape as you admired him. Despite your more logical thoughts, you brought a hand up to gently caress his cheek, finding a raised texture chiseled there that suggested sideburns. A sigh escaped your lips as you realized the romantic-ness of it all. A man who seemed perfect, a lover, full of life and emotion, condemned to a permanent fixture in a buried world.

You could say it was love at first sight.