#frankensteinau

[ondust]

fic collab coming soon :)

frankenstein au

[frankenschweinz]

I have my own au for victor and his monster bc when brainstorming I literally mixed book and modern designs for both of them :-] so ofc the story is gonna be a little different too  (some day I will explain my au but for now >dont< have the book in mind when seeing my art of them interacting bc it wont make sense) If any of you know about or have played junkensteins revenge then you will get the vibe im going for. (few character differences ofc but the spooky vibe is definitely there)

[urgeeky-friend22]

Another kind of AU we're planning with @miraandfanny, but with the saddest outcome for Victor

[ondust]

Remember yourself and beyond all remember who I am to you

[ondust]

Frankenstein AU

[ondust]

Frankenstein au p3

please stop saying i have the characters the wrong way around, my au isn't a metaphor for canon. i have a story that im following and doing it the way i like. ✌️

[ondust]

First chapter is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74538616/chapters/194623226

i hope you will all enjoy our collab on this frankenstein inspired Hannibal AU fanfic

thank you @dbmars for joining me on this journey

[thestonedvampire]

Snakeskin pt 2

SUMMARY: When the world marvels at what appears to be the first case of reanimation. What happens when the 'creature' finds out they're not the only one?

Its just a drabble of right now

The static whirled as Adam sat in the cabin. The spare generator being a heaven sent for his boredom. Despite the fact he only had three channels, news. So his evenings were filled with talk shows and debates. His nearly 200 years of cruel existence now led to this? His years of traveling and many skills wasted on late night television.

He sat in the remnants of a couch, like the home had sat long forgotten by time, and despite it, he stood watching the scene distort and the audio whirl in and out. Nothing new for his nightly routine, since around 88 he had perfected his militaristic habits. No earlier no less.

There it was, a spark... no, that was too cheesy to claim. There, on the late night screen, stood someone just like him. A chimera of parts and a quilt of tones. They walked across the stage, and the world felt quiet just like the night he had last seen his creator. As if everything perfectly aligned once more