#the wanderer frankenstein’s creature

[wlwaerith]

oh my god this game is so good i'm losing my mind

[breserker]

I stumbled upon The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature and...oh, my heart, my heart. So so so good. So, so so so so tragic. Honestly. Loved every minute of it, heart broke so many times.

I believe it's on sale right now for PSN users, please pick it up and give it a go. If you're not a Gamer(TM) I still recommend it, most of it is simple choices and really really forgiving timing, but few and far between. General cw though for Deep depression and suicide potential in the game.

More thoughts and mild spoilers beneath the cut.

That image above is of the Creature seeing his face for the first time truly knowing what it looks like to other people. The way this game uses sound and ESPECIALLY color to convey emotion is unreal. It gives Gris a run for its money in that regard. (They're equivalent, I think, but this hit harder at times for me, but then I wrote no fewer than three papers on or around the themes of Frankenstein (or, rather, the idea of Monsters) for my degree)

Notice the tears in the reflection.

Anyway some thoughts I jotted down on twitter:

That discussion with the Creator, with all the drowning thoughts spinning...I chose, over and over again, "I have so much love" and it just broke my heart to see it all spin into despair.

When the villagers were throwing rocks I started mashing buttons because!!! Please! Get away! Protect yourself! And...I didn't know a choice was coming up. I "chose" retaliate, and watch the stone he picked up fly to the child's head, on accident both from him and from me.

I skimmed discussion after getting the Silentium ending because I had to know. If there was a calmer ending for the Creature. (No, not really. no.) In that skimming it seems you never can actually meet up with Victor Frankenstein...

But I hope that Creature found comfort in the one moment the game let me talk to him and tell him that it was an injustice that people spurned him when all he desired was love. I hope...

[victor-frankensimp]

IM FUCKING FREAKING OUT. IM ON MY FOURTH PLAY THROUGH AND IM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MARBLES. THE ARTSTYLE THE DETAIL THE WAY IT STRAYS FROM THE STORYLINE BUT ITS SO ORGANIC.

Please play The Wanderer: Frankenstein’s Creature. It’s so worth your time.

[kerakitty]

My favorite moment from my playthrough of The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature was definitely when I flubbed the cello minigame on the first note.

The Elder DeLacey: Who... who taught you how to play?

Me: Clearly no one.

[ismellpestilence]

victor frankenstein really is an adhd bitch. obsesses over a project and has no time for anything else until he reaches one (1) hitch, which he responds to by lying in bed for four months and then switching to a new project like nothing happened

[wayfarerxiii]

The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature screenshots pt 1

[frankensteincest]

EVERY ITERATION OF FRANKENSTEIN’S CREATURE MUST BE BLESSED WITH THE CAIN INSTINCT

[kaneda18]

Some of my favourite things in The Wanderer Frankenstein's Creature

Some of my favourite things in The Wanderer Frankenstein's Creature #thewandererfrankensteinscreature #gaming #blogging #writing

[monstersighing]

PLEASE MAKE MORE FRANKENSTEIN SHIT I NEED IT

It took a while, but here's more sweet (but filthy) smut for you, anon.

M Frankenstein’s Creature x AFAB Reader

MDNI, 18+ NSFW

Title: Wait

Content: edging, oral sex (fellatio and cunnilingus), penetrative sex, praise, light somno, thigh fucking.

You wake up in your bed, which is a surprise because last night you fell asleep on the floor, pinned under Francis. He must have lifted you and took you to bed after. You ache, in a pleasant, well-used way.

After washing and dressing, you look out the window and see the distant figure of Francis, weeding in the fields.

There is porridge laid out under a covered bowl on the kitchen table. After eating your fill, you wander outside.

Francis is sitting against a tree stump at the edge of the field, his head tilted up to the sun. It’s not often you can look at him without him looking back, so you drink in the sight of him. His long limbs, the breadth of his chest, the scars and stitches that litter his skin. On another man the scars would indicate weakness, loss – but you know those scars are what put him together and gave him life, so you admire them.

He doesn’t open his eyes until your body blocks the sun on his face. His odd-coloured eyes scan across your face. His expression turns nervous. You bend to kiss him then, to wipe the expression off his face, and his hands settle and stroke across your hair.

“Good morning,” you say when the kiss ends.

As he replies, you take the chance to sink to your knees and part his legs so you can settle between his thighs. You nuzzle your face across his crotch and pull his cock out of his trousers so you can lick and suck him to hardness.

Every time you look up you see his eyes intent on you. It makes your cunt warm and become slick. You moan at the feeling of Francis’ thick cock filling your mouth as you bob your head, trying to take more each time. The vibration makes his hips jerk into you. “Fuck my face, please,” you whine as you pop his dick out of his mouth to rub it against your lips.

He follows your instructions, a hand on the back of your head, pressing you down on his cock. Giving up control and letting him set the pace, makes your cunt throb and you cup your free hand against it: whether to relieve of increase the pressure you’re not sure. He thrusts hard and you feel his cock spit cum into your mouth. You swallow, and then draw off his dick, breath ragged, and settle your head against his thigh.

When Francis reaches to pull you up and grabs your skirt to lift it, you step away.

“I want you to fuck me in a bed, tonight,” you say. The hot aching feeling in your cunt that would welcome his fingers, his mouth or his cock, but you’re content to let it simmer for now.

He grunts his frustration but lets you after kissing you, deeply. It feels like there’s a promise of what he will do to you tonight: his hands pulling you close and his tongue brushing against yours.

Francis watches you all the way back to the house.

+++

Lunch time comes and you shout out to the fields for Francis to join you.

You kiss in between eating and discuss your days so far. It’s so sweet you can almost forget the liquid heating pooling in your crotch.

Francis waits until the table is cleared and then takes you by the waist, backs you into it and turns you around so he can hike up your skirt.

“I’ve been thinking about what you did with your mouth all morning. Let me return the favour,” Francis says. You let him pull down your underwear and widen your stance so he can trace a finger along your cunt lips, gathering slick.

“You’re so wet,” he says. “Leaking before I’ve even put a finger in you.”

In that moment, all you want is for him to plunge those fingers inside and crook against the spot inside you that you know will make your knees buckle. But you find yourself saying, “I want to wait. For tonight. Fuck my thighs now.”

There’s a pause, and you would be happy whether he obeyed or did not, but there is a strange thrill when you feel the already leaking head of his cock push against and then through the gap in your thighs.

His hands settle on your hips, and the pace he sets is brutal. Rough deep thrusts through between your thighs. When you clench them tighter, he moans, and seconds later pulls out of their grip. You can hear the sound as he strips his cock roughly in one hand and then, at his groan of satisfaction, you feel his cum splatter against your ass cheeks and drip down. He leans close over you then, and your legs part, expecting his fingers on your clit, in your cunt, but he only presses a kiss to the bowed back of your neck. You hear a shifting of fabric as he rights himself, and the door opens and then closes.

It’s some time before you can rise from the table.

+++

When the day is finally done, you wash and crawl into bed, naked.

Hot with anticipation, you splay your legs to avoid the temptation to clench your thighs on the ache between them. You’re waiting for Francis to join you after checking the animals in the barn are settled for the night.

The blankets over you are so warm and you are so comfortable, you doze off, although you don’t mean to.

Drifting in that sweet half sleep you feel the blanket being tugged down. Large, warm hands trace across your skin from your neck to your nipples, from your belly to your thighs. You arch into the touch. When the hands part your thighs and you feel a mouth press against your cunt, the shock of pleasure draws you back to full consciousness.

Francis is between your thighs, his tongue swiping over and over against your pussy and clit. You begin to wriggle, and he pulls your legs over his shoulders to hold you open and wide for him. You feel him moan against your cunt and come with all the force of someone who has denied themselves all day, shaking and tight-muscled, and then limp in the aftershocks.

He sits up and pulls you into his lap, and you lower yourself, inch by aching inch onto the hard length of his cock until he is fully seated inside you, your cunt lips stretched wide around the girth of him. You begin to rock, and little gasps push past your lips at the feeling of fullness. This is what you’ve wanted all day, his dick stretching the walls of your cunt. Wide hands on your waist pull you up so only the tip of his cock is still buried in you, and then back down until he sheaths his full length back in you. You can hear the wet squelch of each thrust.

“So good, so tight for me,” Francis mutters into your neck.

The rhythm of his thrusts is punishing, and you whimper and moan open-mouthed into the skin of his neck. He pushes you back to the bed and pulls your legs high and wide. The look of animal desire as he takes in the whole of you makes you tremble. When he drives his cock back into you with one swift thrust, you come again, thighs shaking in his grasp. At the clench of your walls around him, Francis’s rhythm becomes ragged, and you feel overcome as pleasure sparks still with each plunge of his cock. After a few wild thrusts, you feel him stop, pushed as deep as he can in your cunt, and flood it with his cum.

Flopping over your body, so you are covered completely by his warm, sweat-damp skin, Francis asks, “Was it worth the wait?”

You mumble a noise of agreement, unable to make words, and Francis huffs a laugh and draws back to kiss you, soft and deep.

[cromulent-marshland]

I know I'm going to be insane about Lisa Frankenstein for the rest of the year and I loved every bit of it. Today, I want to talk about female rage, especially teenager female rage portrayed in the movie.

I was a teenage girl not that long ago (notably in the late 2010's, when I hadn't even known I was non-binary), and what I remember about it is that people, (family members, teachers, adults in my life) never wanted me to be angry. I was a ball of emotions, but I had to be the rational one. I had to be the centered one. Not my little brother, or even my older brother, not my male classmates, just me and the other teenage girls. I couldn't lose my head or I was a bitch. I couldn't cry or I was a sensitive baby. I had to be happy or I wasn't worth the attention of others.

Lisa has the same problem every other girl has. If you have complex emotions, like grief or anger or sadness, nobody wants to see them. You can deal with that stuff on your own. Taffy gets the attention because she hides those "unsavory" emotions behind smiles and mascara. When she finally shows any kind of trauma, she is ignored, thrown away like a piece of garbage.

That's why I love Lisa and the Creature's relationship. The Creature can tell that Lisa is struggling, and he knows the consequences of what it is to be a woman whose emotions are different or hard to hide. He saw it in the early 1800's, where woman were considered crazy or filled with hysteria if they didn't conform to the standards men wanted them to be. They had wandering womb syndrome, or they were old maids, or they were locked up, literally hidden from society.

He sees Lisa struggling, and does everything in his power to make her feel validated in her struggles. Her rage doesn't make him hate her, just the opposite. Her sadness is his vindication to go after the ones that hurt her. When she feels happy, true happiness, he does too. He accepts her for the flawed human being she is, and in return, so does she.

Everything she does for him only changes him physically. His emotions never change for her. He doesn't get mad at her when she acts irrational. He's jealous when she goes to Michael's, but still drives her anyway and protects her when she gets hurt, literally shielding her with his body.

More movies need to show that teenage girls that are flawed. Teenage girls are angry. They aren't pretty little flowers. They feel rage and anger in a system when their pain is mitigated.

I want more teenage girls in film to fight people, get angry, chop off abuser's hands, or just allowed to show those "bad" emotions. It doesn't make them villains. It doesn't make them horrible people. It makes them human.

[lizardsfromspace]

Watching this review of a restaurant in rural Minnesota that was a combination restaurant and haunted house. It had Frankenstein, Dracula, and other monsters just wandering around. All of the monsters had their own lairs you could eat in, too

This is from 1977, the year Dino's Other World opened; it burnt down in 1981, according to the uploader, and the ground is now a waste treatment tank

"There are creatures lurking around...that startle you."

[its-not-a-pen]

~Mr Harker & Mr Frankenstein~

jono meets a new friend wandering around in the forest and they’re about to be *~roommates!~*

based on this story , in which Jonathan’s worrying inability to perceive red flags + the fact he’s so English he’d rather swallow glass than be Slightly Impolite means that he’s the perfect person to rehabilitate the Creature.

[ja9-animations]

You know how cartoons have that one trope where the main characters accidentally bring the characters from their favorite book to life? How about that but it's gothic literature characters?

Imagine if they brought Dr. Jekyll from the book. He tells the main character he needs to get his potion just in case he randomly turns into Mr. Hyde who is evil only for there to be a twist where Dr. Jekyll wanted the potion the entire time to turn into Mr. Hyde because in the book they went separate personalities, Dr. Jekyll just looked different. Main characters betrayed, what will they do?

Imagine if Victor Frankenstein and his creation were brought out of their book. The main characters would see Victor fleeing from this giant monster and help him escape only for Victor to act he's better and smarter than them. What if one of the main characters wanders off and meets the creature and tries to run away from him but gets caught in something. What if the creature helps the character out and the main character realizes that the creature isn't such a bad guy after all?

(I want to add more gothic lit characters but I don't really feel like typing)

[bethanythebogwitch]

Halloween Digimon

If you follow my blog you know I like Digimon and I like Halloween, so why not combine them and gush over Halloweeny Digimon. I'll be showcasing Digimon species that fall into classic Halloween archetypes.

What's spookier than ghosts? Digimon has lots of ghosts and the most recent and honestly probably the best is Ghostmon. That is such a good design and it's even a friendly ghost as it likes to help people, but turns invisible first because it's really shy. I love it so much!

The rest of the ghosts aren't as friendly. Meet Bakemon, a wicked creature that possesses and destroys computer systems. Nobody knows what's under the cloth it wears and while it isn't good in a fight, it can do really nasty stuff to enemies it catches by surprise. Its name comes from "bakemono" a type of Japanese mythical creature that is sometimes translates as "ghost". Bakemon has a variant called Soulmon who wears a witch's hat and is more powerful.

Combining ghosts with the grim reaper is Phantomon (JP: Fantomon). Its a common evolution of Bakemon that has the power of clairvoyance to foresee then others are about to die. The interior of its cloth body contains a portal to another dimension and its scythe can cut through souls. The weapon it carries is a mix of the grim reaper's scythe and a Japanese weapon called a kusarigama. Phantomon has a variant called MetalPhantomon which is an absolute beast. I love this design of a mechanical grim reaper. I have no idea why it isn't en evolution of Phantomon, they're the same level for some reason. MetalPhantomon is rumored to be controlled by something from another dimension.

Witches are another Halloweeen classic and Digimon has a great example in Witchmon. She is a classic witch, but her design makes her look a bit artificial, kind of like a doll. Of course she rides a flying broomstick and a black cat familiar. She's a counterpart and rival to Wizardmon and both come from Witchelny, the setting of another series of Bandai virtual pet games.

Skeletons are Halloweeeny and while there a few animal skeleton Digimon, the closest we have to a human skeleton Digimon is SkullSatamon. Its lore is pretty bland, just being a fallen angel, but hey, lookit the bones

Speaking of fallen angels, the big red devil with a pitchfork archetype is also represented in Digimon with Boogeymon and its evolution Phelesmon. Boogeymon is obviously named after the boogeyman (I love whwn they play around with the mon suffix) and has a pretty sick design. I love the tattoos and in the lore they let it cast dark spells. Phelesmon puts on some clothes and becomes a charming manipulator that convinces people to sell their souls in exchange for fulfilling their desires. Its name and behavior comes from Mephistopheles, the demon from the story of Faust from German legend who gets the title character to sell his soul in exchange for knowledge.

How about spiders? Digimon has a few spiders, but the best in terms of spookiness is Dokugumon. It was once a peaceful creature, but a virus turned it into a monster that corrupts the network by its very presence. It is a relentless predator that follows its prey no natter how far they flee and its very breath is toxic enough to kill. Just imagine being lost in the woods and seeing this nightmare coming after you

You better believe Digimon has a Frankenstein, and its story is a sad one. It was built as a cyborg Digimon at the same time as another named Andromon. However, the primarily mechanical Andromon was deemed a success while the primarily organic Boltmon was considered a failure due to it possessing emotions. Its creator rejected it and now Boltmon wanders around, consumed in sorrow. It is based on the movie version of the monster in appearance (green skin and lots of bolts), but its lore drawn more from the book version.

You want mummies? We got mummies! Mummymon and is evolution Pharaohmon are excellent Egyptian monsters. Mummymon is a necromancer that manipulates the souls (residual data) of deleted Digimon. I like how its not just a mummy but its design of using leg braces and its gun as a crutch implies that being a desiccated corpse has limited its mobility, maybe due to being stuck in rigor mortis. Pharaohmon is also a mummy, but the sarcophagus and death mask it wears are more specific references to ancient Egyptian funerary rites. It was the absolute ruler of the ancient Digital World and many ruins from its reign dot the land. It can produce a flesh-eating mist to attack and will only cure those affected if they swear eternal servitude to Pharaohmon. This is a clear reference to the idea of a mummy's curse.

Digimon has a lot of vampires, so many I'm only going to showcase one of them. If you want to see more, look for Dracmon, Grandracmon, Bastemon, and Sangloupmon. The one I'll cover here is the vampirest of vampires, Myotismon (JP: Vamdemon). He absolutely looks like a cheesy vampire Halloween costume, but do not let yourself think that he's not scary. Myotismon is immensely cruel and cunning, being a classic evil mastermind while also being very capable of throwing down in a fight by summoning swarms of bats and hypnotizing others into serving him. A testament to his skills at villainy is that he was the big bad of what most fans consider to be the best story arc of Digimon Adventure, the original and definitive Digimon anime, and returned as the big bad of the sequel. Mytoismon has several evolutions including VenomMyotismon, MaloMyotismon (BelialVamdemon), and NeoMyotismon, but the OG is the most Halloweeny of them all. His English names comes from a genus of bat while his original name is literally vampire + demon

Evil clowns are a newer Halloween icon, but are a great one and Digimon offers two: Jokermon and Piedmon. Jokermon is a newer Digimon that has been used as a preevo for Piedmon. It is an enigma that randomly appears on battlefiends, cutting down one side with no rhyme or reason and for its own unknown purposes. Piedmon (JP: Piemon) is also an enigma, a being that appeared from another dimension. Its origins and goals are a complete unknown, but it has incredible power and it thoroughly malicious. It served as a major villain in Digimon Adventure and was one of the most powerful Digimon in that setting, soloing almost all of the heroic Digimon at once. That show also emphasized its cruelty as it decided to sadistically chase and torment the youngest human characters instead of just finishing them off. Its english name comes from the pied piper while its original name comes from the pierrot character archetype form pantomime.

What happens when you merge two Halloween monsters? Well apparently when Myotismon and Piedmon merge they become Boltboutamon (JP: Voltobautamon), a vampiric pirate. It is a being with no will of its own that serve as the herald of an entity called the Grudgeful Hand, an evil intellect born from malicious data that seeks to drown the world in darkness. It or its master is a sadist that takes its time to kill its foes and revels in their suffering. Its original name comes from the volto and bauta, both venetian masks. Its English name appears to be a poor transliteration. There's a lot of that in Digimon.

Those are all great spooky Digimon, but is there a Digimon that is the Halloweeniest? Why yes there is: Pumkinmon and its evolution NoblePumpkinmon (JP: Pumpmon and NoblePumpmon). They were born from a computer virus created during Halloween, but are not malicious. Pumpkinmon is a mostly peaceful Digimon that is shy and wants friends. It is adorable and I love it. NoblePumpkinmon tries to befriend all Digimon and remains neutral between good and evil. It is charming and mischievous and gets along well with both heroic and villainous Digimon. It even makes pumpkin pie. Of all the Digimon showcased here, I think NoblePumpkinmon is the most appropriate for Halloween. This is a holiday of scares and horror, but it's all in good fun.

[5-turtleducks-in-a-trenchcoat]

Frankenstein characters as ghosts (depending mostly on their deaths):

Victor: A sorrowful spirit wandering through the cold in the far north. His wails can be heard upon the arctic wind from time to time. Some feel it is a warning that they should only find death in the cold ice and don’t dare venture out but some have been enticed by the mystery and sought out the source of this voice, a task which ultimately lead to their demises in the treacherous icy waters.

Elizabeth: A protective spirit for many young women. Her ghosts watches over brides on their wedding night haunting down anyone that tries to hurt them. She manages to save lives, more than she could when she was alive.

Justine: Her ghost is restless, unable to get justice. She is found standing in the corners of court rooms, watching mournfully as other innocents are condemed, unable to do something. When she appears it is usually a sign of a great injustice happening.

Henry: His ghost still wanders the shores and streets of Ireland always in search of his best friend but forever unable to find him.

When spoken to he'll only say he's "waiting for Victor" and continue on his way; an eternal search for someone he can never see again.

William: The ghost of a small child lost in the woods. When you cross paths with him he'll ask you for the way and whisper that his brother was supposed to look for him. Sometimes the ghost is willing to play hide and seek with you but when he has to hide he will always disappear, not to be found until the next night when he will wander through the woods again.

Creature: I think he as he lived can also be applied to a ghost. At first a benevolent spirit that helps people by bringing firewood or other little tasks. But he looks too horrifying to human eyes and only scares them. Later a vengeful ghost seeking only his creator's destruction.

No matter of he is alive or not he's a ghost in his own way, unable to exist in the same world that humans do, something unnatural, something to be feared by mankind.

[wayfarerxiii]

The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature screenshots pt 2