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@uncannycreation
An RP blog for Frankenstein's creation, written by Xelyn and inspired by both the original novel by Mary Shelley, and the 2025 movie by Guillermo Del Toro. Please read rules before interacting. @uncannycreation follows from @s0u1c0de
canon character | semi-selective | independent | multi-ship | inclusive | 18+ only
Notion - for rules and other information
BLOG CURRENTLY ON INDEFINITE HIATUS
OOC: Unfortunately, my muse for Adam on this blog has dwindled greatly. I won't delete it, because I put a lot of hard work into it, and I'm hoping that the muse for Frankenstein's creation may come back eventually, but as of right now, I just do not have the inspiration or motivation to continue over here and would rather put more attention into my other RP blogs. Therefore, I am going to put the blog @uncannycreation on an indefinite hiatus until further notice. I will be dropping the threads I have for this blog from my tracker, but if/when I do happen to get muse back, I will probably pick them back up again if people reply to them/link me back to them. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this causes for anyone who was invested in writing with my portrayal of him as a muse. I just can't seem to get into his head right now.
❝Yes, floating lanterns. There's science behind why they float and not magic. It's....a bit complicated to explain.❞ Science isn't her strongest suit. While she expressed interest in such topics, her mind couldn't keep up. Perhaps she's not that smart for that. Regardless, when he glanced up, it only brought forth a smile to her lips. A bigger one.
❝Of course, I will. I can't leave ya hangin' up and dry like that. Happy to teach ya slowly too and as many times as you need to get it right.❞
He nodded his head, understanding the concepts of both magic and science. Though, sometimes it was hard for him to distinguish the two. But clearly, she was smart enough to know that these operated on science, not magic, and so, could differentiate.
When she agreed to teach him, he smiled with the same sort of excitement a child might have discovering something new; with a sense of wonder and innocence. "Thank you. I would like that very much." His slow cadence may have given her the impression that he was also a slow learner. But Adam was actually very quick to absorb new knowledge, and eager to learn what she had to teach him.
Anonymous asked:
Adam what’s wrong with you is — absolutely nothing. You’re perfect okay?
Adam looks like he's about to cry before the pause comes to an end and anon finishes their sentence. He gives a sad smile but struggles to believe them when they say he's perfect. Still, he doesn't argue, not wanting to make them think he is ungrateful for their compliment. "Thank you."
Anonymous asked:
*braids his hair nice and pretty and puts a flower behind his ear*
Adam closes his eyes with a peaceful smile as he feels the fingers in his hair, braiding the long locks together. Once the task is complete, he opens his eyes and watches anon put the flower behind his ear. "Thank you," he says, feeling a little pretty for the first time.
@workingmanwayne asked:
Wayne nodded and turned back to his work, apparently considering the conversation between the two of them over. Then, just before Adam left the forge, he added just loud enough for the young man to hear “Wayne.”
Adam made his way towards the area he had been told he would be safe to take shelter in, but stopped to look back as the smith spoke once more. A name, presumably his own. "Thank you, Wayne," the creature replied with gratitude in his slow cadence before continuing through the door, ducking under it's frame to make sure he didn't hit his head.
Anonymous asked:
Adam, can I braid your hair?
Adam gives a small smile and nods his head. "I would like that."
Anonymous asked:
The baby (toddler) blinks out at the sight before her, then gurgles and gives a little coo of approval. (5’3 Anon)
Adam smiles, happy he could help, before returning the little one to anon's hands.
Anonymous asked:
Uh-huh! My governess calls her a ‘toddler’ though. That’s like between a baby and not a baby. Anyway it’s okay if she can’t go on your shoulders yet, just show her the view! (5’3 anon)
"Hmm," Adam hums thoughtfully before carefully lifting the toddler from anon's arms and into his own. He brings her up close to his chest and pulls some of the frilly fabric away from her face so she can see.
Anonymous asked:
-comes over with a small frilly bundle and holds it up to him- I brought my little sister this time so she can see what it’s like to be tall too. (5’3 Anon)
"Is she... A baby?" Adam asks, curiously tilting his head at the bundle. "I can hold her very carefully, but I can't put her on my shoulders. She is too small and fragile." The last thing Adam wants is to accidentally hurt anyone.
@workingmanwayne asked:
The crease between Wayne’s brows furrowed deeper in his confusion at the words. He hadn’t hated being sent to school once or twice a week as a child, but he knew he’d never been particularly good at it and hadn’t minded when he’d gotten old enough to stop going and take a proper apprenticeship instead. The sciences, perverted or not, hadn’t been a large part of his education. “I ain’t goin’ tuh pretend I know what most of that means, but I git yuh don’t mean no harm. And that seems th’ most important part tuh me, so, yur welcome tuh stay till th’ rain passes.” He hesitated, thinking on it a moment before adding: “If yuh head inside and go through the door at the back of the shop yew’ll find the kitchen, won’t be any customers come in tuh bother yuh back there.”
Adam watched the smith with desperate eyes, silently begging him not to show any kind of cruelty to him. When the other man determined that Adam meant no harm, he nodded in agreement. The offer presented to him left the creature letting out a relieved sigh. "Thank you." His soft voice was full of gratitude. Out of respect for the smith, he was careful not to make any sudden moves as he began to follow his instructions, moving slowly and carefully. Once he reached the threshold, he paused and looked back. "My name is Adam," he added as a courtesy.
As he stood, showing his full height her eyes did briefly go widen, sworn that he was much taller than she had thought. Perhaps he was a descendant of a giant. "Yer welcome!" She said with a smile, but it became shy when he asked her name. How rude of her to invite him to her home without introducing herself. Her parents raised her better than that, and know if she was around - she would scold her.
"M-My name is...Siobhan," She would respond, the shy smile remained on her features. "I'm s...sorry for...not in...in...introducing myself prior. N-None the less, it...is a...p...p...pleasure to meet you. Wh-What is y-y-your name?"
As she spoke, she realized how patient the man was with her speech. And noticed how similar their speeches were, mind you, her vocal circumstances were different compared to his. Still, it was nice for her to meet someone who was somewhat like her, and could be patient with her. Not many were.
"Do not be...a...alarmed if you...s...s...see a man...at th...th...the house. That is...j...j...just my brother, Blaise. He is...v...v...very kind. He is...n...n...not a m...m...morning person; he of...often sleeps...a...around this time. You...will...s...s...see him in the...e...evening."
Siobhan did speak the truth of her brother - he carried his heart on his sleeve, at times could be a bit guarded and protective of her. Probably a bit stubborn, too, but he was a good person.
The journey to the McDougal house was not far, about a mile. It was a white bungalow house, simple but had a cozy feeling. The grass was partially turning brown. Green bushes surrounded the front area, filled with black roses.
Siobhan walked to the front door, unlocked and opened it. "M-Make yerself at home." Siobhan said, walking inside, and closed the door after Adam came in. Just as they step inside, a black rabbit was standing in the hallway, its small tail swayed excitedly. But it was no ordinary rabbit - it was a two-headed rabbit. Their bright red eyes looked at Siobhan with admiration, and quickly their eyes moved on to Adam. One rabbit lowered his head, expressing shyness, while the other was looking at him with curiosity. They would approach him, sniffing him before gently pressing their heads against his ankle.
They like him.
"Th-That's Jack...and H...H...Hamish, I h...h...hope you...do not...m...m...mind animals. They're...very...sweet." Siobhan reached over to gently rub their heads, then made a dash into the kitchen where a slow cooker was on the counter; the delicious scents of cooked beef and basil filled the house. "That sh...should be...ready in...a few...minutes. I...will set th...the table. Wh...What would...y...you like to drink? Hot chocolate?"
He waited for her to introduce herself, a small smile forming on his disfigured face when she said her name was Siobhan. As she asked him for his name, he hesitated for a moment. The creature had decided on a name to give himself, but he had such little interaction with others that he hardly ever had need to use it. It almost slipped his mind. But eventually, he recalled it.
"I... am Adam," he nodded. "It is a... pleasure... to meet you as well." And it truly was to him. How rare it was to have someone accept his presence without running or attacking. He appreciated her bravery and willingness to keep an open mind.
Her warning about her brother was met with some trepidation. He hoped Blaise would have as kind a heart as Siobhan and would not be alarmed by Adam, or otherwise have an adverse reaction to him when he woke up and saw him in their home. Despite his anxiety about it, he followed Siobhan as she led him to the house that she and her brother lived in.
Entering into the warmth of the cozy home, Adam observed his surroundings with gentle curiosity. His eyes fell upon a strange creature in the hallway that appeared to be a rabbit of some kind, but had two heads instead of one. Tilting his head, Adam would watch the creature approach, each of it's faces holding a different personality, despite a shared body. It appeared to accept him much the same as Siobhan had, not running and hiding, but instead showing kindness and affection.
He watched Siobhan pet the creature, Jack and Hamish, as they were apparently called, before the girl ran off to the kitchen. Adam stayed behind, slowly kneeling down to pat Jack and Hamish on their heads gently, just as Siobhan had, mirroring the motion. As her voice carried out to him from the kitchen, Adam looked up before slowly rising and following the sound of her question. "Chocolate... sounds nice," he said. "Thank you." He would accept anything she offered him without complaint.
As he entered the kitchen, he watched her work, stirring the meal that was cooking and getting a mug down to prepare his drink in. The smell of the food reached his nostrils and filled him with hunger. "Your cooking... smells... good." he complimented. "You are very kind... to share it with me."
Anonymous asked:
Out of curiosity what other Guillermo del Toro movies has the mun seen/enjoyed?
Hellboy 1 and 2, The Orphanage, Crimson Peak, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and of course, Frankenstein. There are several others on my list of movies I want to watch that he had a hand in making, but I don't have easy access to all of them, nor much time to watch movies, but I hope to get around to it eventually.
@workingmanwayne asked:
Wayne felt a layer of guilt wash over him when the other tried to hide again. He’d been warned and he’d still reacted poorly, exactly like the young man feared. “I’m sorry, lad,” He said, his voice shaken but trying to keep his body still this time so he didn’t startle the other worse than he already had. “I should’a listened. Look, I don’t know who this ‘Victor’ is or what he went and did to make yer face look like, like that, but I ain’t gonna hurt yuh.”
The apology was a kindness Adam didn't expect. Looking at the smith with some careful consideration, and a healthy dose of timid anxiety, Adam spoke softly. "Victor made me... I was not born of natural means, but through a perversion of science. I look as I do because it was by his design. I do not expect you to understand. I did not understand it either. Perhaps I still don't. All I know is that I am, and I wish to continue to be. I mean no harm to anyone. I only want to live."
@workingmanwayne asked:
Wayne’s eyes widened as the man came into the light, instinctively taking a half step back at the sheer size of him. The smith’s mouth opened, but no words came out, forcing him to clear his throat and try again. “I… I don’t rightly know what that means….. What- who- what DID this tuh yew?”
The man's reaction caused the creature to instantly recoil back into the shadows, crouching down and curling to make himself as small as possible. He didn't answer right away, unsure of how to respond. Would the smith be able to understand? Would it even matter? "...Victor." It was the only answer he could bring himself to give, and even it was mumbled at such a low volume that it was almost inaudible.
Anonymous asked:
As a Jacob Elordi as Adam blog I must ask about Jacob Elordi as Heathcliff in the new Wirthering Heights (Despite the fact Heathcliff is so much closer to Victor Frankenstein in the books)
I don't know a single thing about Wuthering Heights, anon.
@workingmanwayne asked:
Wayne actually looked over at the corner where the voice was coming from at that, squinting to try and get a decent look at them. Not that he could make out much with all the shadows. “Hmph. Yer talking to a smith, son: plenty of us ain’t much tuh look at either. Anyone works at it long enough tuh master the craft’s gonna end up with a hunched back, cracked leather fur skin, an’ more’n a few burn scars.”
Somehow, Adam felt this was far different. Still, he hesitantly ventured out of the shadows and into the light, moving slowly and hoping not to scare the smith. "My scars were not from a fire, but from a scalpel," he said quietly. "I was made ugly from my very conception."
