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imagine character A just brought character B back to life and the first thing A does is hug B super tightly and swaddle them in a blanket because they “must be cold” and A looks into B’s eyes while securing the blanket around their shoulders just so thankful they’re alive and- oh wait that’s just jayvik lmao my bad
Prototype Viktor as Victor Frankenstein and Jayce as Adam (his creation)
Almost forgot to post these 🎃
At last!
Meet Finn! Owait, sorry. Finn is the name of the man, not the monster. My bad.
Meet SAMMY the plumbot.
Viktor Frankenstein
Accidentally put a fold and bubble in the bread when I put it in the loaf pan, why does it look like Adam Frankenstein
“Why did you make me like this? What is my purpose?”
Cursed Creator, Cursed Creation
Bitter, scar-ridden, and strange. Awoken and galvanized with unorthodox creation. A miracle of science, of shameful grave-robbing, Yet despised by his creator for simply being.
Bitter, scar-ridden, and strange. Awakens each morning, searching for comfort. Yet knowing nothing of her origin other than the shame in her heart, She harbors much as she trembles at the voice of her mother.
Accursed creator! You leave the child in horror, Shaking and sobbing, pleading to be heard. The cloud of your guilt hangs over you as you try to numb; The liquor she knew not of once poured down your throat, As bitterness and hurt now quench her own. You hid it well and redirected her thoughts To learning your footsteps and breaths from down the hall every night.
Immature parent! Mother and creator, Did I deserve such terror? Though you hit and defile me not, I am forever afflicted by your negligence. I stick my hand into the fire, Seeking the warmth you withheld from me. I am thy creature; can I ever reclaim such a thing? I yearn to be my own creature, to find sanctuary, And yet you return each time I think I’ve succeeded. Hide behind your delusion, your fantasy, That you are able to regain what you have thrown away! “I was benevolent and good; [you] made me a fiend.”
— Cassieyes.
