FOOLISH MORTALS

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⋆.˚ 𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋: this is a multimuse independent roleplay blog featuring materialized 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 & 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. i'm tea, she/her, 29 years old. personals & minor DNI. (21 + only)

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

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Hi everyone. At most 6 weeks until my son is here. I hope you all are doing well. 🫶

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Hi friends. Stopping in to say hello. Miss writing on here but life be lifing. Baby boy comes in 10 weeks! Much love to y’all and friendly reminder you can find me on discord. 🫶

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Hi y’all I’m 20 weeks pregnant now (21 weeks tomorrow) and I miss writing my characters a lot but still no proper platform to write other than discord/mobile……also I’m fucking tired lol

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as someone who’s written Flynn for the past 48482938447 years i am very excited about the casting

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hi friends! so, I have no way to really write rn unless it’s mobile.. my old laptop pooped out. I don’t see myself getting a new iPad/laptop until later in the future as hubby and I are trying to pay off debt and save for the baby coming. I’m hoping I can figure this out soon, but until then, I’m available on through mobile on here & discord. 💜

[diidona]

FRANKENSTEIN (2025) : dir. Guillermo del Toro

[dracula1992soundtrack]

she is gone and i long to follow

[redundantz]

Elizabeth and the Creature

[filmgifs]

"And for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world and I were at peace." — Frankenstein, dir. Guillermo del Toro (2025)

[losthavenmine]

Frankenstein (2025)

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He had been watching her long before she saw him. That softened uncertain expression carved into his face like a memory of tenderness he didn’t know how to hold. His eyes followed her with admiration, almost holy.

Words. For so long, there had been only one that mattered, Victor. But the second word he ever truly spoke felt gentler on his tongue, as if it belonged there. Elizabeth. Her hands were warm against his fingers. He looked down at them as though afraid the warmth might fade.

❝I . . . ❞ The words he’d learned, fought for, practiced in the lonely dark or with his long gone friend had all abandoned him in this moment. ❝I am lost, Elizabeth.❞ He said her name again, clearly this time, like he wanted to prove he could. He didn’t move despite her kindness, her voice offering him comfort he didn’t believe he deserved. ❝My pain is not on existence in this plane of my existence,❞ he murmured, ❝It does not hurt, but I can feel as it fades.❞

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Melancholy had set in. She was to be married to a decent man but a man she did not truly love the way he loved her. Her uncle was gone. She felt so alone. She knew there was lies that had been told to her. She didn't believe Victor. Not all of what he said sounded right. She'd been so near to the creature he wasn't a monster. He just wanted to be cared for.

She looked up at him. "Yes..." She pulled his hands to her chest, keeping him close. So worried that he'd fade away, and she'd wake up from a dream and he'd be gone. When she spoke she listened. She frowned, sadness in her eyes. "No." She brought a hand to his cheek. "You are here. With me. You will never be lost with me."

"Please sit." She lead him to her bed. She put a hand to her lips before moving to her door she opened in and called for a maid. "Fetch me some rags and warm water please. Do not speak to anyone and knock when you get back and wait for me to answers." She said softly.

She shut the door and moved back to The Creature, sitting next to him. "You know. What you are. How you came to be?" She asked.

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There were flashes of memory that the Creature remembered of his life before he'd hid in the farm walls of De Lacey's family. Flames. Water. And the name Victor. As he revisited the estate he was connected to, the leaves brushed passed him as though the sound of them sang her name. Elizabeth.

He'd follow her lead. Not look up as the maid had entered the room. He understood that his face scared the world more than bringing it any pleasure. The face of what man feared, yet the face of what man made.

❝I know my story is not for comfort. I was born, but not birthed. I was granted life, but not mercy. I have breath and heart of a man, but do have love like one.❞ Slowly, not wanting to frighten her with any quick sudden movements, from his black coat he pulls out a leaf. It was clear despite his condition, he put care into make sure it's condition stayed perfect. ❝I remember Victor. I remember flames. The water. I remember the name and face of a woman who showed me care and kindness.❞

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Gabriel had never seen such a being before. Someone not made by the Father. "Extraordinary. You are unlike anyone." The Arch Angel was all for anything that upset his Father.

"So beautiful." He held his hand out. "I am Gabriel. The Arch Angel." He put a hand to his chest. "I am a son of God." He pointed up to the sky. "Though much like you I am not on the best terms with him at the moment. Fathers they can be a lot."

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The Creature resisted trembling at the sight. Unsure if the words held truth or not. It was not the first time man has lied to his face. Although, he didn't believe this was a man. Like a red angel his maker dreamt of. He himself was called the Spirit of the Forest, until they had left and the wolves came and took away his only friend.

Observing every unknowing visual to his dead eyes, his curious nature consumes him. ❝Father. . . You know I was abandoned. Gabriel, the lords messenger. Please tell me, angel, do you know who I am?❞ It was a mystery still with only his makers name echoing in his skull. It was De Lacey whom he wished was his father, whom he wished he was a part of his family.

❝You call me beautiful. Yet, this world does not believe so. In your eyes, is that why I cannot die? If you are the son of God, then tell me, what are my sins I have committed to have trapped me in this lonely, immortal existence?❞

[leaveuswild]

@isdeathlystill asked : VISIT : for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

Elizabeth turned as the window opens. She doesn't scream or call for help. Because she isn't scared. "You are alright." She said getting up from her bed and making her way over to the window. "Oh. Look at you." She took his hands in hers.

"I like the hair." She smiled. It had been so long and she had worried about him since they'd parted. Since the fire and explosion. "I thought you'd gone. I thought you were lost." She frowned. "You are hurt, what has happened? Let me clean you up."

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He had been watching her long before she saw him. That softened uncertain expression carved into his face like a memory of tenderness he didn’t know how to hold. His eyes followed her with admiration, almost holy.

Words. For so long, there had been only one that mattered, Victor. But the second word he ever truly spoke felt gentler on his tongue, as if it belonged there. Elizabeth. Her hands were warm against his fingers. He looked down at them as though afraid the warmth might fade.

❝I . . . ❞ The words he’d learned, fought for, practiced in the lonely dark or with his long gone friend had all abandoned him in this moment. ❝I am lost, Elizabeth.❞ He said her name again, clearly this time, like he wanted to prove he could. He didn’t move despite her kindness, her voice offering him comfort he didn’t believe he deserved. ❝My pain is not on existence in this plane of my existence,❞ he murmured, ❝It does not hurt, but I can feel as it fades.❞

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"....Please tell me you're joking."

[lokimobius]

ARIANA GRANDE and CYNTHIA ERIVO in WICKED (2024) dir. Jon M. Chu

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*sprinkles love on you bc i love seeing you on dash*

this made my lil heart so happy!!!! i love being back and seeing you on mine always