She's a wee bit mad now, it's to be expected.

If the scapel fits...

She may end up being The Mad Bride.

Her scribe loves it.

She can spar with him when the situation calls.

Nor can she /be/ without him.

He's put things into motion...

Perhaps he should proceed, and they will see who and what she will be.

She knows she did. What she will be like when he does...what he is doing, she can not say.

Even now?

That's...reassuring...

Who needs a haunted house when you are one?

The heart. The brain. Who might they belong to? Will her memories be hers?

What if she isn't /her/ when he brings her back?

That's comforting. Has he thought this through?

Being dead, she wouldn't know. He's the one with the scalpel...

👈world's first plastic surgery case--- coming right up....

...drags herself in

Her scribe has a twisted sense of humor... youtube.com/watch?v=bogS...

👈 Is dead on her feet.

Grounding in more ways than one ⚡️

My scribe can read. Sometimes

Lights out. RIP

You're going to need a new heart....

Even more so in this moment.

Killing all the feels. Killing all the feels.

...and she's the Corpse Bride...

@verummonstrum.bsky.social in her mind... youtube.com/watch?v=0G2b...

"I will concede. On this."

It lacked sincerity. I was horrified.

Sorry. How. Eloquent.

I have entered Hell.

#Then @verummonstrum.bsky.social Elisabeth could never resist the call of a summer storm. Tonight proved no different. Victor was locked away in his laboratory, as he often was, leaving her alone to her own devices. Curled in a chair by the fire, the book falls from her hands as she watches -

--angst coming in a few

Running her thumb around her ring finger. Deep down, she senses that she used to wear something there.

May or may not have put something in her bio.

He is my monster. I am his creation.

Not that she would remember.

But /who/ is that? She can not remember! For such a brilliant man, he is utterly maddening!

But she doesn't remember! It is driving her mad. How can he love a dead woman walking?

She is repulsed by what she is, nd what he did to bring her here. It is Unnatural. How can she be comforted?

Where she has nothing but a void. And terror.

She cant remember any of this. He has rewritten her life for her. For himself.

He is not a god.

She already had her chance at life.

What. Is. That. Noise?