So I Finally Got Around To Reading Bram Stoker's Dracula (1897)

Rip Victor Frankenstein you would've loved ibuprofen

as i was reading the 1818 annotated text of mary shelley’s frankenstein, i noticed that one of my favorite lines, “Clerval was a being formed in the very poetry of nature”, had an annotation by Shelley connecting it to The Story Of Rimini by Leigh Hunt.

i obviously checked it out, and found out that that line was describing PAOLO from dante’s inferno… as in paolo and francesca… THE star-crossed lovers… francesca was in an arranged marriage (familiar?) and sinned by falling in love with paolo… and theyre together in hell and regret nothing…

i’m actually weeping over this being a canon parallel. go stream francesca by hozier one billion times

straight friend groups: (brunette girl) (frat boy) (“the funny one”) (kyle) (blonde girl)

gay friend groups: (The Modern Prometheus) (The 8-Foot Homunculus) (The Beautiful Italian Orphan) (The Poet Boyfriend) (The Falsely Accused) (The Gay Sailor) (Th

men don't even stitch up 8ft amalgamations of corpses anymore in hopes of creating new and perfect life within their dormitory anymore. due to woke

as long as you know i am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring

MY DEAR VICTOR

“My dear Victor,” cried he, “what, for God’s sake, is the matter? Do not laugh in that manner. How ill you are! What is the cause of all this?”

“Do not ask me,” cried I, putting my hands before my eyes, for I thought I saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room; “he can tell. Oh, save me! Save me!” I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously and fell down in a fit.

Poor Clerval! What must have been his feelings? A meeting, which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness. But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.

This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse. I afterwards learned that, knowing my father’s advanced age and unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness would make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the extent of my disorder. He knew that I could not have a more kind and attentive nurse than himself; and, firm in the hope he felt of my recovery, he did not doubt that, instead of doing harm, he performed the kindest action that he could towards them.

Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley (CHAPTER 5)

ah, to be cared for! the unconditional depth and gentleness of it. also have you guys ever listen to the ost for the korean frankenstein musical. sometimes I think about how musical!victor uses his henry's (dupre in the musical, not clerval, but henry all the same) head for his creation. that's also an unconditional something!!

ngl I considered attempting a full bernie wrightson homage for this, but then I thought about how I like having fun and that would totally ruin my hands for the week and settled for drawing a bunch of lines until I got tired of drawing lines lmao

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it's been 4 years of me drawing klapollo so i dug up something i never posted here 🫶 happy klapolloversary to me !

time skip von karma w short hair

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😋 this strain is called "frankenstein, or the modern prometheus" it'll have you zoinked outta your gourd 💯

me: whatever I don’t feel shit

5 minutes later: do not ask me, *he* can tell. oh, save me! save meee!!!

my buddy henry, pacing: my dear victor 🥰🥰😍😍😳