spellswoven
why do you linger in the dark ? come out.
symbel
-L0st_M1nd-
The storm hadn’t stopped for three days.
It gnawed at the edges of the cliffs, howled through the dead trees, and crawled down into the valley where the doctor’s house hunched like a scar that refused to heal.
Nukoyo found it by accident — or perhaps by punishment. He wasn’t sure which anymore. The rain had soaked through his coat, his rings had begun to rust, and the weight of regret followed him like a second spine.
Inside, the place stank of metal and longing. Coils of copper snaked across the floor, half-finished contraptions blinked with dim blue life.
Drenched, he sat, a shivering ball that curled there, waiting for the rain to fade .
aromaticalscent
" w-who are you..what are you?" she voiced, uncertainty and fear apparent in her tone as she backed away from the.. creature before her. As her back touched the rough skin of a tree, she knew she had nowhere to go to, her hazel orbs staring intently at the cloaked figure.
aromaticalscent
/ Frankenstein, ha?
aromaticalscent
/ I love what you said and appreciate it, but please do not fight with sleep so much, or else I'll worry about your sleep schedule.
then again, I also blame you for my sleeplessness.
symbel
&. [K] WHERE’S CAESAR? WANT CAESAR. CAESARRRR.
symbel
&. mary was not wrong when she said the creature was not to be named; indeed, it had none. one cannot give a mortal name to something not borne of flesh, bones, and soul. it is impossible.
symbel
&. an fyi on frankenstein’s monster: originally, he is nameless, referred to only as “creature,” “fiend,” “demon,” or “wretch” in mary shelley’s frankenstein (1818). in this retelling, my version has a name. much of his tale is inspired by shelley’s novel, as well as by other adaptations and works influenced by it, but the details of his mortal emotions, vast powers, education, and knowledge are my own creation. this character will not follow the plot of the original novel or the films.
the_hellbane
“You don’t smell like the rest of them… no, yours is sharper—darker. It’s not the stench of something born from hell… it’s the scent of something forged to destroy.”
aprometheus
‘ your temperature worries me. how long have you been standing in this cold? ’
-agnusdei
" dearest, you seem lost . . . are you from here? i have never seen you around before! "
necromanics
“and lo, he sat, legs wide as the rivers of the underworld, and all who beheld his manspread knew awe and subtle terror.”
soulstringss
“i don’t remember ever summoning you.”