ha ha wow that was funny, yup, i guess he's not as innocent as he appears. lol!
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Haha, loved it ^^
*adds to favorites*

Ahahaha... Wow, I am so glad I read this. I will not lie, this was a very enjoyable story! Well-written, above all. Certainly you actually know what you're doing, and I commend you for that. I haven't written for this fandom in nearly a year, but I can't tell you how long it's been since anything actually worth reading was published here - longer than that (probably not since PlayerPiano went AWOL).

...Until now, of course. The characterizations you have here are just about perfect. Victor must be somewhere in his mid-teens at this point - fifteen or sixteen or so - and I have to say, though I never thought much about what he'd be like at that age, I have to say you probably have it spot-on: bookish as ever, but not quite so innocent as he appears. And I can't tell you how long it's been since I read a fic that appeared to actually *use* spellcheck. What a nice break for the eyes. Not too long, not too short - just about right. My only complaint is (and I'm being terribly pedantic here), I'm pretty sure this story is taking place somewhere in the mid-1800's - the 1860's-1880's, perhaps, and (I could be wrong about this) I don't believe the "modern" vampire Victor is reading about here - the sexy, rich lady-killer - existed until Dracula was published in 1897, which seems just a bit too far in the future to be quite right for Corpse Bride. The single (potential) historical inaccuracy is the only thing that really caught my eye, however. This was a fun, funny read. Nice job.

This was pretty good. This had to be my favorite line: "They might be trash, but they were interesting trash! "

I was kind of ambivalent about reviewing this fic, since everything I know about Corpse Bride I know from you. ;-) Still, it deserves at least some praise, since it gives Victor's character depth and realism, and is up to your usual standards of quality. Plus the Sweeny Todd connection is the sort of thing that tickles my shoutout bone.