I AM INEXORABLE.

To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death. ((header credit abigail larson))

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

Dr. Victor Frankenstein, M. D.

27 | Geneva | Male

((OOC: An RP Blog for Victor Frankenstein, based on the novel and on TAZ Dracula. Tags under cut.))

TAGS:

#when falsehood can look so like the truth — Victor telling lies

#the genius that has regulated my fate — His current experiments

#the devil himself — relating to Frankenstein’s creature/monster

#cannot rest so diary instead — personal diary entries 

#very poetry of nature — original poetry

#reflections of my journey at Ingolstadt — Victor’s university days 

#a feverish fire still glimmers — Victor has a stress-induced fever

#london is the present point of rest — Trip to London

#transfemmekenstein — gender awakening

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

What's your favourite memory with her?

How could I choose but one? My most cherished recollections are of those hours when she laboured unceasingly for the happiness of others, quite heedless of her own welfare.

In those moments when her every endeavour was to please myself, my father, and my brothers, she did most singularly resemble my mother—her dear aunt.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

#why do I envision you saying this while you're lying on a red velvet couch next to a bespectacled man in an armchair taking notes

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

So did you know that when eyes are left alone without blood for a while they turn black and cloudy or was that a bit of a shock to you when your son opened his eyes and they were just like, gone?

I have no son. How could I? The miserable monster took my wife from me but moments after our ceremony.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

Im very sorry for your loss Victor. I dont have much way to comfort you unfortunately. Would you like to hit a rock or something about it? Would that help?

I would like to hit the devil himself.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

What's your favourite memory with her?

How could I choose but one? My most cherished recollections are of those hours when she laboured unceasingly for the happiness of others, quite heedless of her own welfare.

In those moments when her every endeavour was to please myself, my father, and my brothers, she did most singularly resemble my mother—her dear aunt.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

What happened

The fiend of my own creation had threatened—“I will be with you on your wedding-night!” Such was my sentence, and on that night would the dæmon employ every art to destroy me, and tear me from the glimpse of happiness which promised partly to console my sufferings of late.

I had been calm during the day of our ceremony; but so soon as night obscured the shapes of objects, a thousand fears arose in my mind. I was anxious and watchful, while my right hand grasped a pistol which was hidden in my bosom; every sound terrified me; but I resolved that I would sell my life dearly, and not relax the impending conflict until my own life, or that of my adversary, were extinguished.

I passed an hour in this state of mind, when suddenly I reflected how dreadful the combat which I momentarily expected would be to my wife, and I earnestly entreated her to retire, resolving not to join her until I had obtained some knowledge as to the situation of my enemy.

She left me, and I continued some time walking up and down the passages of the house, and inspecting every corner that might afford a retreat to my adversary; when suddenly I heard a shrill and dreadful scream. It came from the room into which Elizabeth had retired. I rushed into the room.

Great God! why did I not then expire! Why am I here to relate the destruction of the best hope, and the purest creature of earth. She was there, lifeless and inanimate, thrown across the bed, her head hanging down, and her pale and distorted features half covered by her hair. Every where I turn I see the same figure—her bloodless arms and relaxed form flung by the murderer on its bridal bier. Could I behold this, and live? Alas! life is obstinate, and clings closest where it is most hated. For a moment only did I lose recollection; I fainted.

When I recovered, I found myself surrounded by the people of the inn we stayed at; their countenances expressed a breathless terror. I escaped from them to the room where lay the body of Elizabeth, my love, my wife, so lately living, so dear, so worthy. I rushed towards her, and embraced her with ardour; but the deathly languor and coldness of the limbs told me, that what I now held in my arms had ceased to be the Elizabeth whom I had loved and cherished. The murderous mark of the fiend’s grasp was on her neck, and the breath had ceased to issue from her lips.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

What is your favourite part of the brain, and which do you think contains the soul?

It is not within the brain that the soul resides, for I placed a brain within a creature myself, and yet that monster possesses no soul.

I can no longer contemplate the wonders of the mind to answer your initial inquiry. My thoughts can think only of the lifeless form of my wife where she laid, flung across the bed, and the ghastly grin of the wretch whose murderous grasp marked her.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

Favourite style of dress my good sir?

I…pray, forgive me, for at this hour I can conceive of no dress save that which Elizabeth wore—my love, my wife… she had not yet changed from it; the white of our nuptials became the shroud of her grave…

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

If im annoying enough, will you come back? Just because I think you are a fool doesnt mean I wish you to be dead.

I am not dead, but I wish I were so; for all is lost to me. A fiend has snatched from me every hope of future happiness.

[azulabutterfly]

Dracula? Or do you mean a different fiend? What happened?

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

I know not of a fiend named Dracula. The wretched creature I speak of has no name.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

If im annoying enough, will you come back? Just because I think you are a fool doesnt mean I wish you to be dead.

I am not dead, but I wish I were so; for all is lost to me. A fiend has snatched from me every hope of future happiness.

[purfleetasylum]

How do you treat a hysteric with no uterus? My friend Victoria faints all the time but idk how to get her treatment bc she doesn't have the usual parts required for a hysterical paroxysm

Any skilled physician would know that you merely need stimulate what parts are present to induce a hysterical paroxysm.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

Lest any enquire: I am quite unacquainted with the flag depicted in my portrait. Its presence and meaning are entirely incomprehensible to me.

It is, in my opinion, best to dwell upon it no further.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

have you considered that the count would not clone you/your friends and would just kill you as soon as you erase his weaknesses?

I recognize this as a possibility. But either end is favourable to me. I have put my trust in one I know is not to be regarded as worthy of such a thing. Many would think me a fool, but wrongfully. It is not that I anticipate matters to unfold perfectly, or according to my ideal. No, life has shown me that destiny seldom dances to the tune of our desires.

I acknowledge it is a long shot, as the Americans say. If the Count follows through on his promise, then wondrous it shall be: I will reunite with my family and friends, none the wiser to the sins this self did perpetrate, and together we shall live in eternal, blissful happiness.

But should I meet my demise, and not be restored? Then even still, the result is grand; many times have I prayed for death, for only in it am I to reunite with the spirits of William, Justine, Clerval, Elizabeth, my father and mother.

[magicalgirlpropaganda]

Hate it when cis people ask unnecessary and invasive questions like "are your experiments ethical?" And "where is that screamimg coming from?"

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

you breathe the same air you benefit from the same sunlight he was your son you could've been so happy how could you do that to him

I must presume this to concern poor William, who was as a son to me in many respects.

Have no doubt of my deep and everlasting regret of William's fate. I labour now to atone for those wretched sins I did commit long ago. I could not avenge his death, for I did not succeed in hunting down the miserable dæmon whose hands did strangle the life from that darling little child; yet, I shall succeed in restoring William unto his sweetness and vitality.

[scholarofgloom]

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

sooo what's next?

I shall rejoin the Count. We begin our final labour. This iteration of myself shall expire, and a subsequent self shall reawaken—blissfully ignorant of my past misdeeds—amidst the newly immortal forms of his beloved friends and family.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

#press X to doubt... #Vic... buddy #I'm pretty sure that is NOT how this shit works

@hartshorn-and-isinglass Would you truly claim to possess a superior understanding of my own work than I?

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

No, not when you have been so light on details as to how you are even accomplishing this. But I'm going to express some healthy skepticism as to whether you even have a full understanding of what you're doing.

Even if (big if...) you are successful at creating a version of yourself that knows nothing of tragedy, are you really sure that's going to be you. We are the sum of all our experiences, good and bad, and it is the burden of those who live on, even in unlife, to reconcile with the past and make meaning of it as best we can. In both the physical and the metaphysical realms, empirical observation has led me to conclude that this is the one thing we can't cheat our way out of. Our history haunts us, whether we choose to engage with it or not.

[dr-victor-frankenstein]

@hartshorn-and-isinglass

I have not been light on details. My colleague and I have been most forthcoming regarding our methodology.

You pronounce 'big if' as if I have not already tested this work, and succeeded repeatedly.

And yes, I am assured it shall be I. As I am, those who knew me in times past do not recognize me in this state of degradation. This present iteration is not truly myself. I am set to rectify this.