The Frankenstein Chronicles is an underrated show.
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The Frankenstein Chronicles is an underrated show.
💩🌟🧨 for Boromir bc I am a predictable bitch who loves hearing ur thoughts + also any other characters u would like to ramble abt. free reign go crazy w it
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💩 : An embarrassing headcanon
I personally wouldn't consider this embarrassing but Boromir would absolutely be embarrassed by the fact that he's got a praise kink like you wouldn't believe. Call him a good boy after he's finished performing a Task/serving someone and he would melt into a puddle.
🌟 : A secret wish headcanon
OOH okay I think the primary wish that he's got is just. Everything kind of knotted up around the subject of the Shadow. Let his people be safe, and come to know a life without war; let them breathe clean air that doesn't choke them with the reek of burning bodies and smoke, and taste water that isn't tainted with blood and ash and volcanic refuse, and see their fields flourish, instead of withering in poisoned soil. Let Gondor's children grow strong and cry loudly and laugh again, and grow to adulthood without the weight of blades or blood or their family's bodies in their hands; let Gondor's mothers and fathers know what it is not to bury their own children, whom they bore to die. Let his land heal, when all he's known his whole life long is sickness. Let his family heal, let them come back to what they once were, let the shadow of despair be lifted from his father, let his brother live the life of the scholar he longs to be instead of the soldier he's forced to be, let Boromir be strong enough to bear them up high enough they might see light. Etc etc etc.
BUT! While he's not the sort to come out openly and Talk about those things, those wishes aren't exactly secret. In terms of secret wishes, I do think there is a tiny part of him that hopes he'll die in service of fighting for peace, instead of living to actually *see* it. He's never learned how to live for peace, can't imagine a place for himself in a society that isn't actively at war, as much as he's trained all his life for the stewardship he's most comfortable on the battlefield and in dark moments when the despair and the hopelessness and the weight of years feel like stones crushing his chest, I think a part of him would be content to lay down his life so that those he loves, those who not only deserve peace but who could actually live and thrive in it, could grow into the truth of themselves without his shadow and weight to drag them back to harsher times. And he would NEVER admit this even to himself, because it feels too much like giving up, it feels too much like failure, but I think that's a bit of what informs his decision to sacrifice himself for Merry and Pippin on Amon Hen. Because they deserve to survive, they deserve to go home. And Boromir who set out on this journey knowing he probably could never go home will go to any lengths to give them that.
🧨 : An unexpected headcanon
Awhile back I saw Emily B. Martin's post about Boromir being dyslexic and it's lived in my head rent free ever since. Sth sth a physical marker of the abject difference between Boromir and Faramir/Denethor, who are both scholars and lore nerds.
GIVING ME FREE REIGN IS DANGEROUS but uhhhh here have some Frankenstein Chronicles whump from our DMs (counts as 🌡 ):
The Jarisch-Herxheimer reaction is something that was observed in syphilis patients treated with mercury (the typical preparation of it for syphilis was as something called Blue Mass, which as far as I can tell was prepared with elemental mercury rather than mercury chloride, which was what calomel, another common medicine of that era, was); the same reaction was later observed once penicillin trials began, leading the dermatologists who first documented the reaction (Adolph Jarisch and Karl Herxheimer) to suspect that it was caused by the release of a toxin (later thought to be lipoproteins, which are fun little guys that transport lipids (fats) in water (eg in blood plasma or other extracellular fluids; they can also refer, in the context of bacteria, to the lipids themselves, which bind to the cell membrane and are very difficult to extract) from the dying spirochetes (the bacteria causing the infection). It typically sets in a couple of hours after treatment, and can last for about 24 hours: fun flulike symptoms such as fever, chills, muscle aches, headache, difficulty breathing, flushing/worsening of skin lesions, and low blood pressure ensue.
Generally it's a self-limiting reaction (will go away on its own without anything more than palliative treatment to ease the symptoms), but I imagine that Marlott takes his blue mass at night (as we observe in season one more than once) because he knows that until his body re-acclimates itself to the treatment, he's going to be Suffering for a bit after taking it and ain't nobody got time for that. Add to that the fun effects of mercury poisoning and the syphilis itself (secondary stage with worsening neurosyphilis) and you've got a great recipe for Sad Georgian Man Has A Really Bad Time.
really and truly what it fucking feels like. anyways watch this show im on my hands + knees begging
‘Gulit be gone, grief be gone’
So I started watching ‘Frankenstein Chronicles’ and- and-
i was the only person on the planet earth who watched the frankenstein chronicles. and it fucked so severely.
Aaaaand after a really sad and awful day, this girl’s gonna eat some Cherry Garcia and binge Frankenstein Chronicles because ice cream and Sean Bean are delicious.