this might be a controversial literary take, which is why I'm saying so on my sideblog, but I really wish there was a popular rendition of Frankenstein that actually did Victor Frankenstein correctly and/or with nuance. I absolutely adore Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein movie, and his creative liberties were very much on purpose and suited to his film & style, but it did make me sad to see how horribly one dimensional Victor was. He wasn't the stereotypical mad scientist like he usually is portrayed, but still not really... Victor.
I've read Frankenstein a couple times, multiple years apart, and both times I really was confused as to why the Creature was focused on so much in popular media, when Victor is just as interesting, arguable if not more so, than the Creature. And I also have yet to see a Victor who is actually 19. like he would be in the book.
That being said, there could totally be other media out there that actually do address the nuances of Victor's character that I'm not privy to, but to the general public, Victor is just 'evil science guy who abuses this poor creature' or 'cartoon villain'.
Victor Frankenstein honestly might be one of my favourite classic lit characters, and maybe book character of all time tbh, and it makes me sad to see how little he's acknowledged. The Creature deserves to be explored, so why shouldn't Victor be given the same chance? I also feel like some people don't want to like Victor because they think doing so like, justifies his negative actions to the Creature, which is kinda silly considering that they are all Made Up Guys by one Mary Shelley.
Anyway... if there are any Victor Frankenstein fans out here, plsssssss lemme hear ur thoughts! Also if there actually is any good media with Victor in it pleaaaase drop some recs! I love my sad little guy.
ngl i’m lowkey burned out from listening to redacted.. but i still love it and i am still plagued by ideas and concepts
i feel like posting this one sooo here ya go
todays victim uhh character? Darlin (and Asher)
Darlin’ who is selectively mute, but their inability to talk in certain situations lowkey stresses them out a lot and gives them anxiety to even go to things (like pack meetings or hangouts) in the first place.
Asher realises this pretty quick and makes it his job to make them super comfortable. not even because he wants them to talk—he wouldn’t want to pressure them into that—but just because he enjoys their presence and wants them to be comfortable to hang out with himself and the others. he finds ways to communicate with them, without Darlin’ having to talk. making their own sort of code—two taps for no and one for yes—carrying a notepad and pen around with him, so that they can write things down if they so wish, things like that.
When they get anxious in pack meetings he holds their hand, and every now and then he will squeeze it three times.
I don't really post a ton, but I thought I'd share a link to the Corbeau oneshot fics I'm writing! Just silly little things involving the MC (the reader) and Corbeau. There isn't any plot yet, and it started as a single chapter, but I have at least seven planned, so, uh, yeah. There's no romance, just shenanigans
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
made your mark on me, a golden tattoo - auston matthews x fem!reader
a/n - this will be my first actual fic so pls be nice...
this fic contains a lil swearing and s m u t - fingering (that's it... keeping it tame for now)
18+ below the cut!
you love going to events with auston, you really do. to you, there was nothing better than getting all dolled up just to spend the night on his arm, politely greeting all the members of the nhl while being whisked around by your gorgeous boyfriend. he also makes it incredibly hard to focus on anything around you, as his large hand splayed across the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass, rubbing small circles in the silk fabric.
you know he's just trying to soothe you, as a room full of people this important to him and his career could be rather intimidating, but instead of being comforting, it was making you feel other things.
you press your lips to the shell of his ear, "i'm going to get another glass of champagne, do you need anything?" you whisper. he turns his head to look at you and softly shakes his head.
"don't be too long now love," he whispers back, ghosting a kiss onto your cheek, so he doesn't ruin your makeup. you smile up at him and nod, slowly skirting away through the scattered crowd to the bar.
this might sound cliché, but damn, auston hated it when you left his side but he did love to watch you leave. you look incredible tonight, the dark blue dress he picked out for you hugging your curves so perfectly. damn is he ever lucky.
still staring at you as you stop at the bar to get another drink, mitch clears his throat, grabbing auston's attention. "dude, you're basically drooling. it's almost embarrassing," he observes with a low chuckle. auston whips his head around to look at him.
"i just don't like leaving her alone at these things when she looks that good," he emphasizes. he knew if anyone would understand it would be mitch.
in the meantime, you ask the bartender for another glass of champagne, and he nods, quickly moving out of sight to grab you some. you look up and down the bar, not recognizing anyone, until a soft hand presses into the small of your back. but it isn't auston's hand. you know exactly how his hands feel. you slowly turn your head, hoping not to appear too startled, and come face to face with no other than pierre luc dubois.
"what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" he whispers, getting a little too close to your ear for your liking, feeling his hot breath on your face.
"i'm not here alone. i happen to have come with my boyfriend," you say to pierre, rather loudly, hoping to get someone's attention, hoping they might rescue you.
"i don't see him here though" he whispers again. you're growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and with the bartender still gone fetching more champagne, your eyes scan the crowd looking for auston. he's not where you left him. an uneasy feeling settles in you as you give pierre a polite smile.
"i need to go to the bathroom," trying to give him an excuse and a reason to slip away and find auston. but he doesn't let his hand off of your back. "pierre, please let me go," you plead.
he starts to wrap his hand around your waist, when a deep voice comes from behind you. "i think she told you to leave her alone dubois."
auston.
you feel yourself physically relax, as his hand reaches out and wraps around your own, gently pulling you away from pierre's side. you grip onto his arm with your free hand, squeezing it gently in a silent thank you. pierre grunts, and with a nod, he walks away. you turn to face your boyfriend, his expression stern and hard.
"hey, it's okay. i'm okay my love," you say gently, your hand reaching up to cup his face. your thumb running soothingly over his cheekbone. he looks at you and his gaze immediately softens. you smile at him.
"i'm sorry baby, i shouldn't have let you off on your own. you look way too good for me to even think about letting you out of my sight," he whispers into your ear, both of his strong hands gripping your hips. you blush at his praise, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. he must have other intentions than an innocent thank you kiss, as he presses harder against you, pulling your hips closer to him as he tries to pry your lips apart with his tongue.
"aus," you whisper, "we can't do this here. there's too many people."
"i know baby, i just want everyone to know that you're all mine," he whispers back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your jaw "let's get out of here yeah?" you nod quickly, and he turns you gently so your walking in front of him, a hand on your back that slowly slides down until it's resting firmly on your ass. you can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. as much as pda isn't normally your thing, you can't help but feel a swell of pride wash over you. no matter what happens he always takes you home with him.
the drive home is tense. not because he was mad at you, auston could never be mad at you, but because the tension brewing between you is so thick in the front seat of his car. his large hand has found it's normal spot against your thigh, but it's slowly creeping closer and closer to the heat at your core. you've been aching for his fingers ever since he kissed you so passionately in that room full of people. like he was reading your mind, his hand slides further and further up, until the pads of his fingertips are tracing your slit through the lacy thong you had put on just for him.
"aus" you moan, feeling the way his fingers slowly made their way up to circle gently around your clit.
"what do you need baby, hmm? use your words," he says as he stops touching you completely. you whine from the lack of contact.
"i need your fingers in me auston, please," you beg. a smirk crosses over his handsome features as he moves your underwear to the side, giving him easy access, allowing his fingers to slip inside of you.
"shit baby, all this is for me?" he growls, as he starts to pick up the pace, thumb still circling your clit. you let out a moan, unable to say anything as the pleasure is building inside of you. "only i get to see you like this, becoming a sloppy little mess just because of my fingers." you let out a small mewl at his words. "tell me baby, tell me i'm the only one that will ever see you like this."
"i'm all yours aus, always yours," you pant out, words becoming harder and harder for you as you start approaching the edge.
"that's my good girl," he says "now i want you to come for me baby. let me feel you come undone on my fingers." with these final words of encouragement, you let go. clenching and unclenching on his fingers, as he continues his slow movements, working you down from your high.
you turn to look at him as he pulls into the parking lot at your shared apartment. his pupils are dilated, as he brings up his cum soaked fingers to his lips and sucks the taste of you off of them. he moans at the taste and you whimper from just watching the scene. he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, hand coming up so his fingers can weave into the hair at the nape of your neck, allowing him to pull you into a searing kiss. you moan at the contact and the taste of you on his tongue.
"c'mon baby, let's go upstairs so i can take care of you properly," he whispers into your lips as his hand comes you rest on your thigh once again. you nod, getting out of the car, grabbing his hand and letting him lead you up the stairs. you are in for a long night.
a/n - if you made it through this, BLESS. also lemme know if you want a part two hehe
