To me, Victor Frankenstein was an abusive mother. 'I made you so I couldnt possibly hurt you!' as he was actively hurting him and the jealousy over Adam in as many ways possible, blaming him for his failures, the regret at the end wasn't so much in how he treated him but that he even made him at all! The way that Adam wasn't a person to him but a possession.
Adam was a child who needed a parent to teach him how to be a person and Victor expected him to be an adult and take care of himself. Victor said it himself, he didn't consider what came after creation.
Why even lie about that stupid "Alpine Lotus Leaf Flower" when SKELETON FLOWERS ARE RIGHT THERE!?!?!?!
There was no reason to lie!!! Look at these! And they're arguably even better BECAUSE THEY ARE REAL. They turn transparent when it rains! They're usually white! Isn't that so cool? Native to China/Japan, they bloom in summer and prefer a sandy/loamy soil. Also known as the Umbrella Leaf or Asian Umbrella Leaf. This world is amazing, and I refuse any notion saying otherwise.
Here's the thing, Etho loves Bdubs. He loves him so much that he wants him around all the time in front of everyone on the sever as much as possible. Bdubs loves Etho, obviously, and to him the highest, strongest form of loyalty is secrecy.
In Session 5, Etho felt so much remorse that he decided to be overly nice just for the sake of being nice. This isn't the usual dynamic and Bdubs, while also clearly loving the attention, was deeply unsettled. They welcome him into their base, build him a room, he basically could have left the mounders at this point and never looked back.
*And that's what Etho wanted to happen.*
But Bdubs is undyingly loyal to anyone who gives him attention so he doesn't move into the Roomies alliance; and in session 6 from Etho's perspective you barely see him at all bc he's busy playing chicken with Scar and Impulse.
The whole thing in session 7 could have changed if even moments before being killed he would have run to Etho. But Etho is tired of being the last resort, he loves Bdubs but he'd love it even more if he could have him the whole time and have it not be a plan B or the "when everything falls to shit plan".
Etho has spent basically every season since last life trying to get Bdubs to love him in peaceful seas. But for Bdubs, loyalty is tested when the storm rolls in that's when it's most important to him and that's consistently when he chooses Etho. Any other time for Bdubs is just fun and games and he can't see that the way Etho bids for his attention are Etho's lifelines. So Etho slips away when Bdubs needs him most.
"I accept you." Cordelia's hand rested on his cheek while she watched him slowly lean into the touch. It crossed her mind that maybe this was the first time anyone had ever come into contact with his body without intent to hurt.
I commissioned some wolship gposes from malachitedevil on bluesky and I so absolutely recommend his services they're fantastic to work with and I have honestly been staring at these Gposes since I got them!!!!
♡ Art by @kardamonich (click for higher quality!) ♡
I commissioned Kardamonich to draw this bit of my longfic, Candlit Inkwells, where Elliott and Bridget are dancing in the farmhouse living room to distract Bridget from flashbacks during a storm. I thought I'd include a little sneak peak of that part of the fic!! Check it out below:
“I suppose that depends on what you’d like me to say, chérie.” The word landed on her skin like silk, and she sighed as she relaxed even more.
“I, uh, ask me to dance?” She said and he stood up then bowed to her while he held his hand out in invitation. Bridget’s eyes widened, “I meant in French! Not- like actually!”
“So you won’t grace me with a dance?”
“There isn’t even music!” Bridget laughed, what was left of her panic had melted into a small pool in her stomach. Elliott looked like a prince in the light of the fire and his joy at playing the part made her feel like she was glittering. “And besides, you didn’t even ask in French!”
“Puis-je avoir cette danse?” His eyebrows quirked up in question and he kept holding his hand out. Bridget blushed deeply, took his hand and let him lead her into a simple waltz. She felt out of sorts, still in her pj set as a storm raged on outside the door, but she couldn’t deny that it was fun.
“You’re really good at dancing,” She laughed as he twirled her about the living room. She could feel her cheeks burn with a blush and looked down to her feet, “Are you sure you aren’t some sort of fairy tale prince come to live by the sea?”
“Now who’s the flatterer,” Elliott chuckled. “No, but along with boarding school and fancy parties did come dance lessons. I’m not the best, but I like dancing with you here. No pressure of a crowd watching us.”
“Oh, see there goes my plans because I was about to ask if you had arrangements for the next flower dance,” Bridget joked as she spun again, her shorts flared out gently, and she wished more than anything it was a dress.
