gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

(She came named Corndog, and I liked it so I stuck with it.)

(I will!)

(Awwwwww so adorable)

(Indeed!)

Anna smiled. "Of course we can, my dearest brother-in-law. Leave Victor to his folly, now." her smile turned a bit evil, just for an instant. She didn't particularly care for the silly little man, and was secretly a bit glad to be rid of him despite how she was somewhat fond of the taller. "I'm joking of course. I'll be seeing you around, Frankensteins. Believe me, I'll find a way to keep an eye on you."

Victor smiled faintly, waved some, and walked away. Now for the hard part, finding a home. He did some inquiries, and the place he was able to find was large and a bit dingy, but still fairly good for the price. He rented out a small place for his creation, the wretch probably wanted his own space and he could pay, at least for a little while.

A few months later, Victor was a wreck. He'd heard no reply from Ernest, he had no prospects for work and it was his creation who was keeping them both afloat working at the docks, and in that very little came in. He'd been spending recklessly, to keep… secrets. Even his creation knew not what was in the hidden rooms, the rooms Victor stayed in for hours on end working tirelessly and kept coming out of looking haggard and worn.

Eventually, the wretch confronted him. Demon he was, he looked so damn smug about things, and Victor wasn't sure if he was seeing wrong or if the fiend's teeth had lengthened and sharpened in great proportions.

From the creature's perspective, he was just trying to help. But…

"Leave me be!"

"No! You refuse to eat, drink, sleep, you work in your private rooms without end and I'm sick of it! I'm going to bring in, well, someone, to fix this, whether it be the Savilles or your Walton or-"

"Implying Robert is in any way mine is completely preposterous-"

"Fine. The Captain then. But Victor, you're killing yourself, and I couldn't afford the medical care if I worked all day and night, and believe me, I could. Please, just rest, even if for a moment-"

"No! I mean, no. Listen, go back to your flat. Take your time to rest. You need it more than I, and-"

The creature gave him a look, pained or gleeful Victor couldn't tell with how monstrous the face was, how despicable the proportions. How could he have created something so… disgusting?

The taller left, in a storm of movement slamming the door behind him and nearly tearing it off it's hinges.

Victor sat down, and sighed. If his creature wouldn't see reason, how would he possibly accept his new work? Such fine craftsmanship, such time and effort put into such beauty. This would be the one, he was sure.

In a week's time, the storm came. Victor was ready. He'd rigged a haphazard device to the rooftop, and was waiting for it to reach it's peak, give him that… spark, of life, the thing he needed so desperately. He checked, and checked again, no, everything was perfect.

The strike was perfectly timed. The creature awoke, as did his Eve.

He knew something was wrong, instantly. He could smell smoke, and…

Fire. The entire building was alight, with Victor standing there, just standing, laughing madly and not seeming to notice the danger he was in. A figure moved, writhing in pain on the table, and the creature knew, just knew, what had happened. He couldn't breathe, the smoke was suffocating and everything was wrong and Victor had somehow just ruined everything and…

They had to get out of here. The creature grabbed his… he didn't know what it was, only that it was alive and it felt the same pain he had. Would feel the same pain. He couldn't see a face, only blood on the sheets and the table and he had to get them away from Victor, he was insane and would hurt them. People would hurt them, there was only one person he could trust right now, and she was miles away.

He would run. He would run away, damn the consequences. He'd run all through the storm, just to get away from his maker, to keep them safe. They needed to be safe.

And so he did, just as a crowd was forming, just as he could, just at the last second. He ran through the rain, long grass sticking to his legs and water wetting his long, long hair and causing it to stick uncomfortably to his face and neck. He kept running despite the discomfort, it was only temporarily.

He showed up at the Saville's door moments later. He knocked at the door, hard, and shouted. "Help! Please, let me in! Doctor Saville, I need you!"

(Here is my last post because I'm feeling anxiety for no reason right now and feel the need to repost all of my old responses.)

(that was by no means targeted at you and I'm not trying to be annoying here, I was just worried that my response would get lost.)

(👌 hopefully I’ll respond pretty soon)

(Cool, but take all the time you need, I'm in no rush and neither should you be if you don't want to!)

The past few months have been rather tiresome for Robert. This was a time of restlessness, a writhing, yearning irritation in between his big trips that were as familiar to him as his own face. The big trips did, unfortunately, drain quite a bit of money, and he would have to wait long periods before he could go abroad again.
He went out often, whether to the city or countryside, or farther. Sometimes there were business trips for Uncle Benjamin, and on those he would find himself at sea again, breathing in salty air with cargo in the hold. Those were his longest trips these days, lasting around a week or two. Despite this, the restlessness was still there, the frustration of all his trips being limited in some way, whether by distance, time, or that he couldn’t make his own decisions and go where he wanted.
And then there was Victor and his creation. He’d written to them often, but responses were few and far in between. He knew they had found a place to stay, and he had expressed that he wanted to visit sometime, but the few letters he had dismissed the subject or changed it. Why did Victor not want him to visit? Worry and annoyance gnawed at him more than anything else, because even if there was the possibility that Victor could still hurt him (even if it was at his flat and only for a day) the letters didn’t make it seem like that was the case, at least to Robert. Or maybe just that it wasn’t the whole picture. The sparseness of the letters was also something to consider.
It wasn’t all bad, though. He managed to have the girls go camping with him once, which was wonderful, though it ended up being a one-time only thing. And he would always enjoy Maggie’s phenomenal cooking whenever he got home from a business trip. Esme would sometimes take him to pick flowers or go birdwatching. Anna… actually talked to him a few times. But seriously, he could recall some wonderful conversations he had with her, even if some of them were when they disagreed.
It was one stormy night when Robert was about to retire to his room when he heard the banging at the door and cry for help. He didn’t really have time to register how familiar the voice sounded as he called, “Anna!” and hurried over to open the door.
“I’m not Doctor Saville, but I assure you-“ his voice died as he saw the towering figure in front of him, holding… he wasn’t sure what he was looking at, but he could see blood, the faint outline of stitches holding skin in place. The only thing he had the presence of mind to say was, “Anna!” again, and to swing the door open and move to the side to let the creature… creatures, in.
(I hope you don’t mind some of the liberties I took with the characters haha)

(Random thought: Clerval is sunshine boi and I’m sad he is The Dead)

(Random thought 2: I have realized that I cannot make an allosexual character to save my life, so expect Robert to be somewhat influenced by this)

(I mean I don't like making fully alloromantic characters so that is indeed a mood. Also, creative liberties are quite fun though, go ahead!)

The creature entered, letting the sheets covering Victor's newest creation drop as Anna entered the room. There was blood completely covering the significantly smaller being, and it made a small whimpering noise with a throat that didn't quite know how to speak, yet. It was… beautiful, to say the least, with long dark lashes and full lips, but when it opened its eyes, those features contorted into something out of a horror story. "What the fuck did Victor do?" Anna said, and it was anger on behalf of his creations rather than any real anger towards the creature.

"No time, we have to get her medical care now." so Victor had fulfilled his promise-some of it, anyways, she was quite lovely if you ignored the faintly glowing eyes and the haphazard stitching.

"Alright, lay her out on the table. I'll have Maggie get some water, Maggie! We have guests, go to the pump and then boil us some water, now!" she barked, and Margaret, who had come downstairs groggily to see what was happening, immediately straightened up and obeyed. She faltered for a moment when she saw the bloody mass of flesh, but quickly moved on.

(I'm kinda internally freaking out, just a little bit, over my creechurs, because goddamn are they gonna have soft sibling vibes. Like. Just. Kinda grumpy and jaded but generally nice older sibling with curious and naive younger sibling is my jam.)

(Random thought: Clerval is sunshine boi and I’m sad he is The Dead)

(To this I say: Permanently? Maybe not, depending on whether or not I go the extreme angst route.)

(Ooooo I can see that, I love that so much)
(Also (raises eyebrow) we shall see then, I suppose)

(Random thought: Clerval is sunshine boi and I’m sad he is The Dead)

(To this I say: Permanently? Maybe not, depending on whether or not I go the extreme angst route.)

(Oh my God I would ugly cry-)

(Good.)

(Ooooo I can see that, I love that so much)
(Also (raises eyebrow) we shall see then, I suppose)

(Siblings good, and also I will probably go like, on one of my angst routes but I don't know.)

(Anyway I just woke up, hello all)

(Ooooo I can see that, I love that so much)
(Also (raises eyebrow) we shall see then, I suppose)

(Siblings good, and also I will probably go like, on one of my angst routes but I don't know.)

(I honestly idk how I feel about angst. Maybe you should do it and then I’ll decide ;)

(Ooooo I can see that, I love that so much)
(Also (raises eyebrow) we shall see then, I suppose)

(Siblings good, and also I will probably go like, on one of my angst routes but I don't know.)

(I honestly idk how I feel about angst. Maybe you should do it and then I’ll decide ;)

(Like, fair. I'll try to make it a softer blow to the soul just in case.)

(Hehe nice)

(Idk I just think Victor distinctly Does Not deserve nice things and having the ghosts of his past come back to haunt him and also be forced to become part of a necromancy cult could be neat.)

(Agreed. gasp Clerval as a ghost? Depressing but also hilarious)

(Not exactly a ghost, more like a self-aware pissed off zombie. Also the acknowledgement of how messed up Victor and Elizabeth's relationship was in the form of her maybe slapping Victor in the face and telling him off.)

(Oh, even better)

(Idk I'm just Ideas right now. I want to be disturbing on purpose. Also, perhaps they will be sentient, perhaps they will only be puppets used to manipulate Victor into doing the cult's will, we'll see.)

(Oh gosh. Not the cult. Also hey, das cool, I like your ideas)

(Yes the cult. They will be extra evil, so I am probably going to go the manipulation route but hey maybe we will get some legit ghosts later on?)