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the-rockit · 6 months

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Ermgmmm been speed running reading Frankenstein for brit lit because procrastination and shit but oh my God some parts of it are oddly funny.

Like Victor Frankenstein spends 2 years creating Frankenstein out of dead people and thinks he will like bestow him as a creator and he is bringing a gift to mankind.

...and literally as soon as he comes alive, before his creation can even utter a word, he makes a mad dash. Like...Vic....cmonNNnnnn what do you expectttt?? 😭 it's kinda sad but funny-

Also this quote from Henry to Victor gives the same vibes as "He left. And that's when she knew you could be love sick for a person"

"...hasten, then, my dear friend, to return, that I may again feel myself somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence."

Like, hello honor?? They're in love, duh.

But...like Mary Shelley, I get it, you wrote it in 1818 and all...but why on Earth are Elizabeth and Victor destined to be lovers...while effectively being raised as brother and sister? I say effectively because she's not blood related but they've been raised by Vic's parents since he was 5 and she 4 so...but in other versions they are related as cousins so it's like?? Erm??

Also major spoilers for chap 20 but

I find it a bit strange after Vic chops up his creatures gf basically, the creature kills Henry. Ik he was the closest one in distance, but wouldn't it make more sense to kill Elizabeth instead? Like..."you kill my gf so I kill your soon to be wife!" Makes a lot more sense then killing his best friend...unless he thought they were dating-

#frankenstein #goth lit #henry clerval #victor frankenstein #elizabeth lovenza #mary shelley #victor frankenstein x henry cleveral

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theguardiansofredland · 4 years

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Found Family excerpts. Mumbo is a surprisingly good dad.

Mornings in the jungle are quite peaceful. Warm, comfortable, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the soft chirps of parrots. The shade of the canopy blocking just enough light to enjoy a nice rest. And rest is exactly what Mumbo was getting after quite a late night of work. He breathed in the warm air, a soft snore escaping his mouth, hair falling over his face. He was comfortable, blissfully wrapped in the comfort of his blankets and dreams.

That is until it was abruptly stopped by a small mass throwing the entirety of itself onto his chest and knocking the air out of his lungs.. “Papa! Papa wake up it’s morning! I wanna go look at parrots,” Red chirped excitedly, repeatedly hitting Mumbo’s arm. “Cmonnnnnnn wake upppppp.”

Mumbo groaned, a tiny smile gracing his lips. “Nope. I’m dead. Go away,” he chuckled, voice still groggy from the sudden awakening. He heard a huff, and then felt his face getting squished. All by tiny hands.

“C’mon you promised,” Red whined, continuing to squish Mumbo’s face more.

Mumbo gently removes the hands from his face, eyes creaking open. “Alright alright. Just let me wake up. Why don’t you go get dressed and we can head out.”

Red’s eyes lit up like fireflies and he scampered off the bed to his room in the little hobbit hole, tripping on the floor before getting back up with more enthusiasm.

With a groan and yawn, Mumbo stood up out of bed. He pushed the stray strands of hair out of his face, giving his entire locks a swish back over his head. He stretched briefly before heading off to the small bathroom to get dressed. “Lots to do today,” he muttered to himself, smoothing his moustache to a pressed and formal shape.

The sun had risen into the sky when the two had emerged from the small hobbit hole of a home. “Come on now, don’t want to keep the parrots waiting,” Mumbo called to Red, as he stood by the door. He glanced at the sky, “We have to get back before too long, I have work to do.”

“Coming!” Red yelled, throwing her jacket on as she ran and subsequently tripped out the door.

Mumbo snorted back a laugh, “Are you alright?”

Red looked up from the ground, wiping the stray dirt and leaves from her face, “I’m okay.”

“Alright then let’s get going, don’t dawdle.”

“I won’t.” Red scampered after Mumbo, struggling to keep up. The man was over twice her height, one of his strides taking up 4 of hers. “Mm,” she mumbled to herself, trying to catch up. “Papa,” she called stopping to look up to him. She made small grabby hands and reached up to him. “Top of the hill. You’re too fast.”

Mumbo smiled to himself, and gently lifted the four year old and gently placed her on his shoulders. “Alright darling. Just be careful to not to hit your head on the branches.”

“I promise I won’t. I’m super careful,” Red rested his chin on top of Mumbo’s head. He marveled at how much he could see. It was so weird being this tall. “Papa, is it always this cool being tall?”

“Well, not all the time. Sometimes you just are silly and hit your head on things because you forget you’re so tall,” Mumbo rambled, their destination getting closer.

“But you can reach the cookies without asking for help, so it’s better than being small.”

Mumbo chuckled, “You don’t think I place the cookies up that high for a reason?”

“Oh,” Red muttered, “Why?”

“Because if you eat too many you’ll get a tummy ache.”

“But you eat more cookies than me and you never get sick,” Red stuck out his tongue, “It’s not fair. Why do you get to eat more cookies than me.”

A small laugh escaped Mumbo’s lips, “Because I’m an adult and I get to do what I want.” He felt a hand poke his cheek.

“Still not fair,” Red grumbled, resting her head on top of Mumbo’s.

“If it makes you feel any better we’re here!”

Red gasped and almost fell off of Mumbo, who had to keep her steady.

“Wh— come on now, don’t fall!” Mumbo frettted, now gently placing her on the ground.

Excited giggles filled the air as Red bounded up to the door of the house, eagerly knocking on the door. “Unka Grian we’re here!”

A few moments passed before the door opened to a smiling Grian, parrots sitting on his head and shoulders. “Hello little missy! I’m guessing you’re here for a parrot.”

Red nodded her head vigorously, bouncing up and down slightly. Mumbo placed a hand on her head, “Thanks again Gri.”

“Don’t mention it! I’d be more than willing to part with a parrot if it means tiny is happy.” He ruffled Red’s hair. He gently let a parrot off of his shoulder and held it out for Red to see.

Red looked in awe at the parrot, excitedly reaching out her hand before immediately retracting it. What if it didn’t like her?

“Go on don’t be shy,” Mumbo encouraged, patting Red on the shoulder.

Red glanced back to Mumbo and slowly and gently extended her hand. The parrot chirped happily, hopping onto Red’s hand. It moved it’s body around in circles, dancing almost.

This sent Red into a fit of giggles, gently petting the bird on the head. “I’m gonna call you Mr. Perrington. Hi Mr. Perington, I’m Red. I like your dancing.”

The parrot danced once more before gently hopping onto Red’s shoulder. Mumbo smiled softly, before patting Red’s head. “Now what do we say to uncle Grian?”

“Thank you unka Grian,” Red said, stepping forward and hugging him.

“You’re welcome,” Grian replied, gently returning the hug.

“Alright dear, we really should be getting back now. I have to finish my cobblestone farm,” Mumbo interjected, glancing to the sky again. The sun had risen into noon. It would be dark before they knew it.

“Okie papa,” Red replied, taking Mumbo’s hand and waving back to Grian. “Bye unka Grian!”

“Bye-bye!” Grian waved back as the two headed home.

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