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Henry Clerval and the creature

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Per popular request: Gerry the goat and Simon the Dodo has joined the animal crossing au

(I feel so smart for making Simon a dodo bird, you guys have no idea)

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what if we clinked glasses together

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Woe.begone 185 asks a very important question: how many mikes does it take to play among us.

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O captain my captain

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Best quality: his giggles.

(This is a repost: my original blog got deleted by accident.)

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Season 3 basically og under the cut

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Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps

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feeding my husband less so he'll beg more cutely at dinner time / be cuddlier during cold weather

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How many times can the same thing break your heart?

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tag that classic lit character

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victor frankenstein (2015) but with my version of the creature <3

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The most unintentionally funny part of Frankenstein to me is the fact that Victor 'wet cat' Frankenstein, a skinny college dropout who has probably not thrown a punch since kindergarten, genuinely thinks a few times that he can take the eight foot, neck-snapping, scales-mountains-with-parkour-and-can-survive-in-the-arctic giant he built with mad science in a fist fight.

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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

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Damn, pretentious traumatised men driven to their downfall by their obsessive pursuit of knowledge and their poet boyfriends who take care of them. Real not fake.

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“It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.”

Victor inspects his handiwork.

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the pinnacle of men

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