Or, How Robert Walton Did Not Become The Ancient Mariner, But Met Him In Victor Frankenstein, And Became

epic rap battles of history. miserable nineteen year old who is intellectually gifted but psychologically aberrant and has never been told ‘no’ losing everything he has because he dealt with consequences that neither he nor any person could ever fully comprehend through complete avoidance and dissociation after being catalyzed by grief and motivated by insatiable curiosity, deadly obsession, and painfully human pride to commit a horrific crime against nature without knowing exactly what he was getting into. versus miserable corpse man who has been abandoned by his creator, the closest thing he has to a god and his only chance at salvation, and despised by both said creator and society as a whole, desperate to experience the world even if his existence within it is unwilling and strange, yet perpetually separated from it, isolated and ultimately doomed by circumstances outside of his control, a being who never really had a chance in the first place

He felt like he might create new life. "I-i think i'm gonna create new life.."

im fgonna say it. victor wasn’t in the wrong for not taking care of creature 

desperately need a dude i can nickname “sweet elf,” who hasn’t slept in 3 days, is vegetarian, translates plato for fun, got kicked out of oxford at the age of 18 for penning the first pro-atheism work in the english language and mailing it to every bishop in england, distributes political pamphlets in handmade hot air balloons, hallucinates from stress, plays with paper boats and rocks while declaring these to be serious forms of scientific experimentation, hangs out with lord byron, casually writes some of the greatest poetry in the english language but then threatens to quit constantly because he’s not famous yet, is convinced he is dying of consumption despite no proof, blows things up with gunpowder unprovoked, and is addicted to sailing as fast as possible while refusing to learn how to swim.

*pats victor like you would the roof of a car* cultural osmosis really did a number on you didnt it

the t in victor stands for tboy swag

feeding your decaying georgian twunk how-to guide: soup, an oaten cake and a frozen dead hare

stupid idiot learns his actions have consequences

all the anti-abortion votes are crazy when victor literally has the metaphor for an abortion within the book. put some respect on his name

okay I'm curious. if you feel like it, reblog this post with your top five all-time blorbos. not your latest blorbos, but the ones you've had the most persistent and irreversible brainrot about over the years