Monster” is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, “divine portent,” itself formed on the root of the verb monere, “to warn.” It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strikingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event. Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, “Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening.
—  My Words to Victor Frankenstein: by Susan Stryker
Frankenstien! 2P America  If This gets over 50 notes, I’ll do a Frankenstien’s bride sequel

Even though I don’t like him much, here’s your boy, Allen Jones!






Should I keep these pictures? Yes, I am trash and I know it.

Lightening struck the cold, bitter, brittish night as Oliver Kirkland, a scientist of little renown, pulled the wheel that would give his child life.

Thunder rumbled, lowly at first, then growing louder as the scrawny man pulled harder. He almost had it! Rain poured in through the opening, drenching his unborn child. 

The thick coils of twisted copper gleamed in an almost threatening way as they lead a pathway to the roof of Oliver’s labratory. The wind and torrents of water lashed the copper rods, making them sway. 

Oliver held his breath, What if they weren’t long enough?

The blonde eyed the tangle of copperwire attatched either bold on his child’s neck. What if it was too much? What if-  Thunder rumbled agian, harsher this time. Pherhaps this meant a bigger bolt of lightening.

The resounding crack echoed throughout the stone tower.

A bolt of lightining shot through the metal and into the lump beneathe the sheets. Oliver held his breath. Eyes wide, with shaking hands he grasped the sheet and ripped it off. After a moment, only broken by the distant rumbling of thunder, Nothing happened.

It was unlikely that there’d be another large bolt like that tonight. Oliver sighed and let the sheet slip between his fingers. Turning his back on his creation he streatched and prepared to turn in for the night.

A scream bounced off of the tower walls.

Kara/Alex ficlet: brave enough to try

How about something a little lighter, now, huh?

(Note: if this is crappy, it’s cuz I wrote it very fast, on the computer; no editing, no handriting, just *splatter all over the page* so. Yeah. It exists now.)

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brave enough to try

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“It’s gonna be fine. Ask a question, get an answer, boom, that’s it, it’s done,” Kara mumbles to herself as she paces back and forth across her sister’s empty lab. “Just, ‘hey Alex, wanna go on a date with me tonight? Romantically? Since you, y’know, date girls now?’”

She groans and flops hopelessly down into Alex’s computer chair. “And why not try dating your sister to start that off. Sounds fun, right?” Her head hit the desk with a dangerous thunk. “Rao, just put me out of my misery.”

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Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, 1818

The Fly - George Langelaan, 1957

The Hound of the Baskervilles - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1901

Dracula - Bram Stoker, 1897

The Murders in the Rue Morgue - Edgar Allan Poe, 1841