#the creature.

[starpuncher]

he's so foxcoded....

[veinsofwires]

is that the..trelamster..

[puppygirl-panopticon]

Gives you my famous creature stare

[terr1fy]

for the first time in a life defined by everyone else's expectations, the creature finally felt as if he was safe to make his own decisions. no one here was trying to burn him with torches, or impale him with pitchforks, and he didn't quite know how to express his gratitude. he moved with a heavy gait, shadow looming large against the walls. he carried his coat draped over one arm, revealing the thick sutures that formed a map of his creation. lily had told him that there were others here, others like him, and after days of recovery and silence, he felt as if he was ready to meet them.

the creature stopped outside of the glass containment tanks, eyes exploring the depths within. inside, a figure moved with a liquid elegance, a being of scales and fins that seemed to defy the clumsiness of the dry world. he stepped closer, pressing a scarred hand against the glass. he felt a strange, jarring kinship with the being on the other side. 'i have been told you are a man of books,' the creature said, his voice a low rumble. he spoke with the careful precision of someone who had learned language from the masters of poetry, not the mouths of men. he leaned his head toward the tank, his expression one of profound curiosity. 'they tell me you have a name and a history that began in a chamber not unlike my own. i have spent my life as a ghost in the world of men . . . do the walls of this place truly keep mobs at bay?' @eldcrgod.

[topshelfperverts]

“May I call you my friend?” Reggie @ Creature

HAVE MEME WILL TRAVEL

Friend. No word seemed as terrible and wonderful as did the word friend.

I had learned the meaning of this word from the moment I been reborn and made anew—if not quite whole, as my creator would often remind me in the time we spent together—although I did not know the shape of it, nor could I bring myself to make the sound of it, as foreign a concept as it was in the earliest days of my reemergence. I only knew what it was not, and nowhere did it seem as dichotomous as the day I had been introduced to Lady Elizabeth Harlander—or, perhaps more appropriately, the day she had introduced herself to me.

Until that day, Victor's name was all that I could say, and while I felt the unmistakable whip sting of his own misguided fervor, I did not understand the nature of it until the day I was given the gift of benevolence. Even now, so many years later, her kindness was as it was that day: restorative. Like a kindling of the spirit, it could ignite the empty fires of my heart and warm it so, even to this day.

"I see no reason as to why not," I said at last, aware of the timeliness of the world around me, a memory of the past quick to fade away into recollection, but never to be forgotten. "You do not bear the mark of cruelty in your eyes," I continued, bending down on one knee so as to see her better. "But I am not so easily deceived these days, and I will know deception before the lie itself has been said."

[terpho]

What if i said...i was in love w yr persona(i think that's what that is)/p

The creature….big ol’ smooch

[uwu-scraptrappy]

genuinely what is logan nelson's actual hair color. is it like a dirty blond. ginger. light brown to the point it's blond. logan fans help a newbie.