modern prometheus.

ind. selective rp blog for victor frankenstein, collected from various canons and verses. written by si. please check out my rules and navigation pages before interacting.

[promptfairy]

❥   𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   [    𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃    ]   .

randomized rihanna lyrics from my own personal favourite songs of hers .    feel free to change any gendered language to your needs .    some lyrics are modified to be more usable .

“   what  do  you  want  from  me ??   ” “   you  know  i  dealt  with  you  the  nicest .   ” “   what  the  fuck  are  you  complaining  for ??   ” “   i  tried  to  buy  your  pretty  heart ,   but  the  price  was  too  high .   ” “   don’t  bother  texting  me  in  a  crisis .   ” “   i’ve  got  to  do  things  my  own  way ,   darling .   ” “   if  you  play ,   you  play  for  keeps .   ” “   you  needed  me .   ” “   you  love  when  i  fall  apart .   ” “   your  aura  is  incredible .   ” “   all  that  i  wanted  from  you  was  to  give  me  something  that  i  never  had .   ” “   don’t  quit  loving  me .   ” “   you’re  so  afraid  to  cry .   ” “   if  you  don’t  have  to  go ,   don’t .   ” “   i  choose  to  be  happy .   ” “   kiss  it  better ,   baby .   ” “   baby ,   don’t  you  leave .   ” “   don’t  leave  me  stuck  here  in  the  streets .   ” “   will  you  ever  respect  me ??   ” “   you  will  never  have  another  like  me .   ” “   it’s  time  to  change .   ” “   just  pull  the  trigger .   ” “   it  hurts  when  i  look  you  in  your  eyes .   ” “   didn’t  they  tell  you  that  i  was  a  savage ??   ” “   will  i  ever  see  another  sunrise ??   ” “   no  matter  what  i  do ,   i’m  no  good  without  you .   ” “   who  am  i  to  hold  your  past  against  you ??   ” “   i’m  tired  of  being  played  like  a  violin .   ” “   when  you  hold  me ,   i’m  alive .   ” “   what  are  you  willing  to  do ??   ” “   you  look  so  dumb  right  now .   ” “   it’s  too  late  to  think  of  the  value  of  my  life .   ” “   what  do  i  have  to  do  to  get  into  your  motherfuckin’  heart ??   ” “   i  hope  that  you  see  this  through .   ” “   please  recognize  that  i’m  trying .   ” “   don’t  tell  me  you’re  sorry ,   ’cause  you’re  not .   ” “   let’s  get  it  over  with .   ” “   baby ,   i  love  you .   ” “   i  don’t  wanna  do  this  anymore .   ” “   i  was  flying  ’til  you  knocked  me  to  the  floor .   ” “   he’s  the  one  i’d  die  for .   ” “   something  in  the  way  you  move  makes  me  feel  like  i  can’t  live  without  you .   ” “   i  want  you  to  stay .   ” “   you  got  me  smiling  all  the  time .   ” “   i  won’t  lie ,   i’m  falling  hard .   ” “   you  got  the  sweetest  touch .   ” “   you  can  have  me  all  you  want .   ” “   what  are  you  living  for ??   ” “   we  all  want  love .   ” “   baby ,   you’re  a  challenge .   ” “   cheers  to  the  freakin’  weekend .   ” “   let’s  explore  your  talent .   ” “   i  swear  you  got  me  losing  my  mind .   ” “   i’ll  drink  to  that .   ” “   life’s too short to be sitting around miserable .   ” “   no  pain  is  forever .   ” “   i  can’t  just  let  you  run  up  on  me  like  that .   ”

[museofbirds]

the darkness got a hold on me.

[prometheusdoc]

it’s been a sec, but I will be back - for now, I’m on my blog for father mulcahy from mash, over at @joculariity​ . 

[prometheusdoc]

I have no skills or programs to make a cool promo but like. I made a crowley sideblog @vaguesauntered

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frankencomplex·:

          charles wrapped one sturdy arm around victor’s waist , pulling him in closer & pressing a kiss to his temple. he was basking in the calm , peering at the lovely man resting on him with a look of pure devotion. he paused , dimpled smile raising his cheeks , and then sighed , contented. “ these are the big plans , lucky you. ” another kiss for his forehead , one for his cheek , another for his hair. “ you’re daft if you think I plan to move. or get up and dress myself , for that matter. ”

victor cuddled up to his boyfriend and rested his head on his shoulder, absolutely content with his position in the universe in a way he usually wasn’t. it was incredibly sweet, the way they were together, and with the way charles was looking at him, victor didn’t ever want to move from right where he was. “good,” he hummed, glancing up at him. “these are good plans, doctor, I concur.”

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frankencomplex·:

          it really was nice , having all medical students as one’s friends. if one gathered enough doctors together , perhaps they would never be injured –– or never die , charles thought. he certainly wasn’t in the most responsible state of mind –– eyeing the liquor with desire before surrendering and taking it to the handkerchief ( somewhat messily , spilling a bit and proceeding to lick it off his finger unceremoniously , which was met with a cough & another pained groan ) and eventually dabbing the cloth to his lip. his brow furrowed at the blood , with a dizzy realization that the cut must have bled more than he’d presumed. that was confirmed when he dabbed at his chin & wiped up even more. 

          “ still a bit blotto , ” he confessed. he started to turn to address victor , but pain resisted his attempt , & he crumpled back , dropping the handkerchief onto his chest. “ my rib–––– definitely the rib. that may be–– might be the worst. the worst. you’re sweet. I am a doctor , though ––––definitely broken rib ––––––––– probably. doctors aren’t really built for fights , you think ? ”

“yes, I can see that.“ he ghosted his fingers down charles’s side, not applying any real pressure, in an attempt to make sure there weren’t any extra wounds his friend hadn’t noticed. “you might want to take another swig or two anyway, my poor darling dr. montgomery. we’re walking back to my place.“ 

with gentle, practiced touches, victor pressed a few places along charles’s abdomen, watching for reactions that would indicate internal bleeding or organ perforations. he was relieved to find that, just from his quick initial examination, it looked like his rib was definitely badly cracked, but not entirely splintered off. no surgery would be necessary - just some skilled first aid, a decently strong painkiller, and a lot of rest. “we’re going to stand, and you’re going to lean on me, alright? it’s just two blocks away, charles, and then we can get you fixed up. hold onto me.”

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frankencomplex·:

          “ I am making afternoon plans , and they’re vital. ” he assured , ever - smiling , looking as though he was plotting something. and he was. the something was gazing at victor rather wistfully and shimmying to the right so he was no longer occupying the middle of the bed. then , he patted the empty space , wordless. he hoped that was sufficiently inviting. he didn’t care to get up and start running about yet , he didn’t have the energy.

“what are these big plans, love?“ he slid into bed beside his ghost and rested his head on his shoulder, buzzing with a sleepy, loving energy. “if it involves getting up and getting dressed, I might have to check my schedule and get back to you - right now, I’m a bit booked.“

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frankencomplex·:

          a small , fond smile crept onto the old doctor’s lips , prompting dimples. “ ghost powers , ” he repeated , eyeing the shirt where it was tossed. the smile only deepened. “ give up , did you ? are you in a hurry somewhere , love ? ”

“the buttons weren’t working,“ he mumbled, absolutely grinning and blushing nearly as much as charles had been. “I don’t have anywhere to be, though, no. why, are you making afternoon plans? and if so, will I have to be DRESSED ?“

[prometheusdoc]

@frankencomplex // x

“it’s alright, charles. I’ve got you. hold still for me.“ 

really, victor had only stepped out for some fresh air - he hadn’t even seen charles and roosevelt at the bar, let alone noticed the fight or the things leading up to it. being a bit of an introvert, victor had just come to the point in his night where he needed a break from the crowd, so he’d grabbed the nearest bottle and walked himself out into the ally behind the bar, where he found his injured friend.

“where does it hurt, charles? can you tell me what’s wrong?“ as he knelt beside charles and gently ran the fingers of one hand over the back of his head to check for any bumps or blood, he held out a small handkerchief and the bottle of liquor. “here, clean the cut on your lip. that’ll hurt if it gets infected. you’re going to be alright now. I’ve got you.“ 

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frankencomplex·:

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           charles blushed heavily – lucky victor couldn’t see it. he hadn’t put his shirt back on yet , he’d just meant to lay there and bask. now he was embarrassed. and reappearing , albeit noncommittally , rendering him lazily translucent. “ ahh. you know–– you know when your foot falls asleep , but you don’t know until you stand ?? ” he didn’t have a way to finish his analogy. just a vague hand gesture and a short hum.

“hm. that’s not what I expected.“ realizing how tangled in his shirt he was, victor squirmed back out of it as gracefully as he could and tossed it on the floor, too impatient to try to figure out where he’d gone wrong with his buttoning. “it makes sense, though. as much as anything about ghost powers really can.“

[prometheusdoc]

‘ you’re looking at me like i’m see-through . ’ but like Literally. pls it's not angst

@frankencomplex

“you haven’t re-materialized, darling,“ victor hummed, buttoning his shirt and periodically glancing up at the space he was guessing charles was occupying. “I thought you were just having a ghost moment, and I figured I’d leave you to it.“ suddenly, he paused, shirt halfway buttoned (entirely incorrectly), and his eyes widened comically. “do you not notice? when you’re invisible? can you not tell, physically, somehow?“

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contrariian‌:

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         ‘  what  i  would  or  wouldn’t  have  done  doesn’t  matter ,  victor .   you’re  being  unfair !   i  screwed  up .   i  know  i  screwed  up ,  and  maybe  that  means  you  can’t  trust  me  anymore ,  maybe  that  means  i  can’t  regain  whatever  favor  i’ve  lost ,  but  can  you  at  least  believe  that  i’ve  gotten  BETTER ?  that  i  don’t  want  to  hurt  anymore ,  and  that  if  someone  —  ’    styrk ,  though  she  doesn’t  say  his  name ;  victor  knows  full  well  who  she  means   ‘  —  was  bad  for  me ,  i’d  leave ?  i’m  tired  of  being  a  victim ,  victor .  i  wouldn’t  let  him  make  one  of  me .  ’    not  that  he  is ,  or  WOULD ;  he’s  good ,  much  better  than  her  in  any  case .  he  helps  people ,  saves  them ,  and  what  does  she  do ?   get  her  best  friend  killed  because  of  her  own  selfishness  (  even  if  he  came  back .  it  still  hurt  him .  she  hurt  him ,  and  charles ,  and  josh ,  and  EVERYONE  because  she’s  an  inconsiderate  fool ) .

        ‘  and  he  didn’t  mean  to  be  hostile .  ’    she’s  said  this  before ,  feels  like  a  broken  record  as  she  tries  desperately  to  get  her  friend  to  understand .   her  voice  is  tight ,  and  she  can  feel  tears  backing  up  in  her  eyes  as  she  continues .   do  not  cry .   ‘  i  told  you ,  victor ,  he  was  just  worried  about  me .  and  he  doesn’t  know  you ,  he  misread  your  response  and  that’s  all .  he  got  mad  because  he  was  afraid  i  wouldn’t  be  okay ,  and  can  you  blame  him ?  it’s  a  miracle  i  made  it  to  nineteen  at  all .  ’   even  if  she’s  gotten  better ,  she  still  has  her  dark  days .   ‘  and   —  and  don’t  think  i’m  being  unfair  to  you ,  because  i’ve  defended  you  to  him !   but  you’re  both  stubborn ,  and  you’ve  both  made  it  quite  clear  that  you  expect  the  other  to  apologize ,  so  i  don’t  know  what  you  want  me  to  do .  ’

for a second, victor just paused, pressing his lips together in a vague smirk, and then he raised his hands in a shrug that was somehow both lazy and dramatic. “I don’t care. I really, honestly just don’t care at all.” and, to an extent, he didn’t. or, more accurately, he’d given up on trying to be friendly. 

“look at you - you’re here, telling me how GOOD he is and how WELL he treats you, and you’re crying over how he’s too stubborn to listen to you and too aggressive to refrain from verbally attacking your friends over perceived offenses. he’s already made you a victim! and now he’s made ME one too, and I don’t care for it.“ he gestured through his monologue, finally voicing all of the concerns he’d had for a long while and fully expecting to be finished with all of it as soon as he stopped talking. “I CAN blame him, actually, and I do! is it my fault that he misread my messages? is that what you’re saying? that, because he refuses to apologize for being rude to me, I should apologize for being the target of his rudeness? it IS unfair to me, percy, and it’s ridiculous that neither of you can see that.“ 

“but it’s whatever. I’m not apologizing, and I don’t care what either of you think about it. and I hope you’re very happy together, because if this is the way you treat other people, your world is very quickly going to dwindle down to just the two of you.“

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@invisibatty // x

“you missed.“ with an awkward, somewhat-empathetic smirk-grimace, victor knelt down and offered the girl his hand, almost as if he were approaching an injured dog. living patients weren’t really his THING; he worked in the morgue for a reason - he had no idea how to comfort actual living injured people. “here, I can help. I’m a doctor. do you want a ride to the hospital? from what I can see, it doesn’t look TOO bad, just a bit of a fracture.“

[datacowmuses]

Send “Pain is weakness leaving the body” and I will randomly generate how your muse will find mine

[Random Number Generator can be found here]

with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

after losing part/all of their memory

with a black eye

rper’s choice!

[prometheusdoc]

I have no skills or programs to make a cool promo but like. I made a crowley sideblog @vaguesauntered

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frankencomplex·:

          charles was using everything in his being not to open his mouth and yell , or even let his mouth fall agape , at all , as his classmate’s slim torso was very much encroaching on his personal space and he found that he was not opposed to it , whatsoever. his nerve was certainly falling away. “ good. ” he mumbled awkwardly , FORCING himself to look at victor’s face rather than anything else. ( god , this was a confusing interaction. acknowledging this , however , made him wish he was fairly dead. ) he did note , rather vainly , perhaps , that he’d been taken down from dr. montgomery to mr. montgomery. he noted , as well , that he far preferred to be called doctor , which rather pleasantly affirmed his chosen career path.

          “ over coffee ? ” he repeated , as though that was the most fascinating thing victor had said. “ you do know it’s the middle of the night , don’t you ? I ––– christ. never mind , I suppose. yes , right , lead the way. ” he stepped back from his place , where he realized he had been blocking victor’s leave –– not intentionally , of course , but he was embarrassed enough that he jumped back a bit. he wasn’t sure if he was expecting the ramblings of a madman , or the genius that man had yet to unlock , but he was sure that all the strange , brilliant things in life happened at 2am on college campuses.

“it’s a bit of a long story, and I’ll be embarrassed and offended if you fall asleep halfway through. so - COFFEE.“ 

with a graceful swing of his long legs, victor dismounted from the table and dusted off the back of his trousers. he was going to smell like the morgue now, and as much as he didn’t mind it, he wasn’t entirely certain any visitors he’d have in the next few days would be quite so CHARMED. but charles didn’t seem to mind it, judging by his presence in the morgue after hours, and charles was turning out to be the most important guest he’d had in a century and a half, so that was just going to have to be a problem for later victor.

“I told a sailor all of this once, if you can believe that. a handsome red-headed sea captain!“ he chattered, hopping over to hold the door for charles and then lead him out a back door and onto the street. “not all of the scientific intricacies, of course, but the rest. but YOU ! you’ll understand ! telling a fellow scientist will be a whole different conversation!“

[prometheusdoc]

𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑲𝒀 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺.

bloodied knuckles  ･ tear stained cheeks  ･  rust  ･ a busted lip ･  claws  ･  fangs  ･  a bloody nose ･  chattering teeth  ･  a dark space underneath the bed ･ scratching noises on a wall ･  creaking metal  ･  fog ･ dancing under moonlight ･ blood dripping lips ･  heavy breathing in the dark  ･ a feeling of unexplained dread ･ a figure in a dark corner ･   dirty peeling wallpaper  ･ a bloody handprint on the wall ･  sobbing in the dark ･  bite marks on the skin ･ eerie whispers ･ a hood covering a stranger’s eyes ･  the growl of a hidden animal  ･ the sound of a blade being sharpened ･ a deep, dark forest ･  walking on the streets alone at night ･  a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ･eyes darting in paranoia ･  a heavy beating pulse ･ the feeling of being trapped ･  struggling to get out a scream ･  boards covering broken windows  ･  a quiet graveyard ･  a gas station in the middle of nowhere ･ a road that never ends ･ heavy fog rolling in ･ the scent of blood in the air ･ eerie old photographs ･ walking along traintracks at night  ･ a chill going up the spine ･  gathering crows ･ a dusty, dimly lit study ･  mist over a deserted cobblestone street ･  ghost towns ･  shadows around a campfire  ･ the sound of chanting ･ church bells tolling ･  an orange harvest moon  ･  a broken down carnival  ･  a dirty stuffed animal abandoned  ･ wiping bloody hands on fabric ･ nightmares ･ waking up in a panic ･  a power outage  ･ heavy lightning storms ･  a secret trap door ･ the feeling of being watched ･  fear from trauma  ･  a ouija board set out on a table  ･  an eerie doll  ･ a scream of anguish & pain ･ withered plants ･  a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･  owl eyes in the dark ･  curled, dead tree branches ･  a ritual altar ･   flickering candles ･ a lantern held up in the dark ･  fear of being followed ･  creaking floorboards ･ repressed, horrible memories ･ clenched teeth ･  soft, echoing piano keys ･ an old book covered in dust ･  many pairs of glaring eyes  ･ stumbling in pitch black darkness ･ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ･  tarot cards on a table  ･ a trail of blood

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