le prométhée moderne

❝How dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow.❞ { INDEPENDENT ROLE PLAYING ACCOUNT FOR VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN, FROM MARY SHELLEY'S NOVEL || ICON ART BY BERNI WRIGHTSON || PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A SIDEBLOG; I CANNOT FOLLOW BACK }

[hell-bunnies]

[leprometheemoderne]

henryclxrval :

      “Victor— calm down.” Frankenstein’s raised voice caused concern. “Please, regain your senses and explain again what guidance you require. There’s a point in which you need to provide your own.”

          "I have done a horrid thing, Clerval." Frankenstein threw himself up from his chair and began to pace anxiously about the room, wringing the palms of his sweating hands together. "I cannot explain to you the details of it; but know that I am painfully situated in the vice of a terrible circumstance. O, I must have guidance! You must advise me, Clerval, on what I am to do -- I must have your counsel."

[literarystarbucks]

Mary Shelley

Mary Shelley goes up to the counter with her eccentric friend, who is wearing a lab coat. He wants to make his own drink out of the elements of other drinks - an espresso with hot chocolate, iced tea, whipped cream, caramel, pumpkin spice, mocha, and peppermint. “That’s too many seasons at once!” the barista cries. There is a flash of lightning. The espresso machine begins to move. The back room of the Starbucks is full of pitchforks.

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia :

                   ”Stay here."

She pushed herself off of the coffee table, giving Victor her best smile. Leaving the room, she made her way towards the kitchen. Soup was easy to prepare, taking less than half an hour. Setting it on a tray with a glass of water, she made her way back to Victor.

          As he awaited her return, Frankenstein settled forward in his seat           and cradled his throbbing head in his hands. He'd been plagued for           months by a headache that never seemed to let him be; it was there           at every hour of the day, gnawing at the back of his eyes, scratching           around inside of his skull, making rational thought almost impossible.

          But the woman was swift in her return, and Frankenstein, grateful for            the distraction, fell eagerly upon the meal she'd brought. Drawing the           tray forward and picking up the spoon, he began to scoop up mouthfuls            of the steaming soup, which he drank down with an air of distinct relief. 

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

15 Associations.

[leprometheemoderne]

Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

1. Animal; rabbit 2. Color; blue 3. Month; november 4. Song; devil in the details 5. Number; two 6. Day or Night; night 7. Plant; violets 8. Smell; wax 9. Gemstone; pearls 10. Season; autumn 11. Place; geneva 12. Food; bread 13. Astrological Sign; scorpio 14. Element(s); fire 15. Drink; nectar

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia:

She slide onto the coffee table, hands gripping the edges as she sighed. His eating habits weren’t as bad as she thought - but nether were they good. Licking her lips, she nodded to herself.

                     ”Soup. Do you think you                                could hold down soup?" 

Anything to get the color back in his cheeks. 

          "Perhaps," he murmured. Soup, at least, would be gentle on           his stomach; he needed to eat something very soon, and of           all the things he might choose to have, soup was likely the           safest bet.

          "I will try, in any case."

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia :

                       ”You fear something, Victor.”

When was the last time he had slept? Eaten? If he wanted no one to question him, he was doing a bad job of it. Mina had offered her ear, her trust, it was his turn on whether or not he would take her up on it. All she could do was make sure he was healthy.  

                           ”When was the last meal                                              you had? A full meal?"

Her cooking wasn’t the best, but soup was something she could do.

          "The last meal?" he repeated absently. Opting to ignore           her first statement, the Swiss man threw himself wearily           down in the nearest chair, sank back against the cushion,           and pressed his wrist against his flushed and throbbing           forehead. "When was my last full meal? If I could but recall!           Yesterday, perhaps, or the day before; I have had a very           meager appetite, and I have been incapable of stomaching           more than bits of bread and fruit."

[seabois]

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via seabois)

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia:

She watched him, worry clouding her. Biting her lip, she pushed away from the door frame, head titling as she wondered over to him. 

                “And how long do you                       think you can?”

Sighing, she crossed her arms, gazing at him. He worried her, she could not deny. His nervous seem to be on edge -  she feared the day he got lost in his own mind.

                “If you do decide you                  cannot bare it alone, I               am here. And I will listen                       and not judge.”

          “It is not judgement that I fear.”

          But perhaps that was a lie. He had convinced himself           fully that he could not tell the truth of the matter because            there was no one who would believe him; but perhaps,           in some corner of himself, there sat a fear of condemnation.            After all, what would happen if someone were to believe his           tale? Would he not then be deemed a heretic and a madman           for his experimentation? It was a horrible prospect; and            perhaps it played into his determination not to breathe a word           of what had occurred.

          But that was hardly something Victor was willing to admit.

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia :

           ”Look at you! Whatever is going on is clearly bothering            you! Share your burden with another - ease yourself. I            do not wish to see you drive yourself mad! I have seen            the impossible before; how you know how I will react?”

           "I have said that I cannot speak!"

           Beginning to grow quite agitated, the man began to pace            around the room in wide, uneven circles. His twitching            hands, seemingly intent on simply busying themselves            in any manner, found their way up to tug at his collar and            at his hair.

            "I am condemned to bear this alone, and alone I must endure             it; let that be explanation enough."

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia :

           ”You sound like a child -                 you’re a grown man. Talk                     it out instead of holding it in.”

           "You do not understand my position! I can say nothing of            this aloud; to do so would be to mark myself as a madman.            Who alive and sane would believe my tale? Even I, who            have lived it, can scarcely admit that it is possible. No, I            shall say nothing! Will you not respect this choice?"

[leprometheemoderne]

ofwallachia :

                    “Sulking won’t do you any good -                          neither will locking yourself away.                            Come, talk to me.”

           "It is impossible! Leave me in peace."

[queenxregina-blog]

SENTENCE PROMPTS MEME.

send one of the following sentences to me for my muses response. mixture of angst, fluff, nsfw and everything inbetween. taken from sources such as movies, tv shows, songs and my own brain. 

"How long have we been down?" 

"Am I supposed to just let you go?" 

"Are you real?" 

"Shut up and kiss me." 

"You look homeless." 

"Do you kids want anything? Some snacks? A condom?" 

"I’m not gay/lesbian." 

"I’m destined to be a crazy cat lady/man." 

"Time won’t change me." 

"It’s empty in the valley of your heart." 

"You did this?" 

"I will hold on hope." 

"Shit, you really are tone deaf." 

"I’d rather burn than boil." 

"I see you found my little…hobby." 

"Never trust a drunk." 

"You have no idea what I’m capable of." 

"Long live the Queen/King" 

"It’s like a warm, wet hug." 

"I predict a riot." 

"I’m in no mood." 

"Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah?" 

"There’s nothing I hate more than a racist." 

"Well, part of your discretion is falling out of your blouse." 

"Killers don’t wear aprons." 

"As you wish." 

"Word of advice, shithead. Don’t you ever wake up." 

"You’ve never heard of Leonardo Dicaprio?!" 

"If you try to fuck me then I shall fuck you too." 

"Rock and Roll’s the Devils work." 

"You’re a fat loser and you have body odour." 

"I am lost and so alone." 

"I’m asking for your guidance." 

"My father thinks you’re evil." 

"I still have your underwear." 

"I’m pregnant." 

"Show’s over, motherfuckers." 

"Aw dude, this is one gay looking taser." 

"If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead." 

"If you don’t pay your rent, I’m kicking you out." 

"That is so punk rock!" 

"It’s a nice day for a white wedding." 

“God. This is the loneliest place I’ve ever been and I lived in a tree for eight months.” 

"People are strange." 

"It’s a nice day to start again." 

"I’ve been gone for fourteen days. I could have been gone for more." 

"Do you think he’ll/she’ll ever come home?" 

"They tried to stone me, my dear. It did not work." 

"Get off my son/daughter, you bitch!" 

"Try not to get worried." 

"I’m sure I just need some rest." 

"You light a fire inside of me." 

"I threw my pie for you." 

"I wanna get out of here." 

"Don’t you dare leave me again, [ insert name ]" 

"Life isn’t a Katherine Heigl movie." 

"Why are you so obsessed with him/her?" 

"Of course, my horse." 

"You’re so naive." 

"There’s no such thing as perfect." 

"Imperfection is underrated." 

"It’s such an ugly world for something so beautiful." 

"I’m not fond of asking." 

"You’re so vain, I bet you think this song is about you." 

"Are you challenging me?" 

"This is the best fucking pie I have ever tasted." 

"Little children should be seen and not heard." 

"Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night." 

"You belong to me." 

"I will always wait for you." 

"You’re the magician’s assistant in their dream." 

"Don’t marry her, fuck me." 

"We will never be royals." 

"There must be an angel, playing with my heart." 

"I must be hallucinating." 

"Will you marry me?" 

"We were made to be together." 

"Jesus loves you!" 

"She’s got a boyfriend/girlfriend anyway." 

"Just like me, they long to be, close to you." 

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard." 

"Bad girls do it well." 

"Don’t you wish your girlfriend/boyfriend was hot like me?" 

"You do not own me." 

"I own you." 

"There’s a difference between wanting something and needing it." 

"Why so serious?" 

"Describe your perfect date." 

”[ insert name here ] is flawless.” 

"Do you have to a pretentious bitch all of the time?" 

"Okay?" 

"This is our infinity." 

"Ask me again when you learn some manners." 

"When I am with you, there’s no place I’d rather be." 

"Did we really just do that?" 

"At the end of the day, there’ll be nothing but trouble." 

"When will my life begin?" 

"Now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project." 

"Look at you as fragile as a flower." 

"Guess I always knew this day was coming." 

"Trust me, pet. Mother knows best." 

"Please, sit. Make yourself at home." 

"I’m allergic to bullshit." 

"Is it your aim to ruin my life?" 

"My fate is in your hands." 

"Go ahead, get mugged and left for dead." 

"I wanna stay inside all day." 

"Are you satisfied?" 

"People will talk." 

"For goodness sake, let us be young." 

"I’m nobody."

[memesforu-blog]

my muse will answer anonymous questions for the next hour

[lesportesenrose-deactivated2016]

bioshock: infinite starter prompts

"Do you think it’s possible to redeem the kinds of things that we’ve done?"  "Well, I want a puppy, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to get one!”  "Is this where you start moralizing?" "Listen, what you’ve been through… ain’t nobody in the world who deserves that." "Are you going to just sit there?" "Are you afraid of God?"  "Hang onto something!" "Coming here was your idea." "I guess you’re expecting me—?" "What am I? What am I?!” "You think a dunk in the river’s gonna change the things that I’ve done?"  "Just give me what I need!"  "Good luck with that, pal." "We had a deal, Mr./Ms. ______!" “This will end in blood.” "I just need passage into this city." "What could be better than this?”  "Open this door right now!" "Listen, I’ve been there! I know how it feels." "It’s getting hot. What’s going on?"  "Heads or tails?" "You’re a monster!" "This lie, this calumny, it followed me all my life!"  "If you wanna get rid of a weed, you’ve gotta pull it up from the root."  "I gotta get me a job in the prophet business." "You don’t want to be here when he gets here! Go!" "How do you know my name?" "Oh, come and dance with me!"  "I gambled. And now I owe money to men you don’t want to be in debt to." "I don’t understand why some people are treated like men, and others like animals." "Well, the man’s got an ego." "If you’re going to be a sore loser, then I shan’t do this again." "You would be surprised what I know how to do." "I don’t think I understand how you… do what you do." "Are you sure this is what you want?" "You must think me some kind of freak." "How do you wash away the things that you’ve done?" "Well, they’re sarcastic.” "Where does his guilt start and mine end?"

[crivil]

Frankenstein: Drawing V - by Berni Wrightson

[leprometheemoderne]

"Lemme get this straight." He raised an eyebrow, questioning. "Are you suggesting coconuts /migrate/?”

        ❝... No. Are coconuts living animals, capable of migration?         No. Ergo, they don't migrate.❞