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Prince Henry Jekyll

Why did you made him leave?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AH

*everyone standing around a broken coffee maker*

Jekyll: so… who broke it? I’m not mad I just want to know

Everyone:

Jasper: I did. I broke it.

Jekyll: No. no you didn’t. Lanyon?

Lanyon: Don’t look at me! Look at Rachel!

Rachel: what?! I didn’t break it!

Lanyon: huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Rachel: because it’s sitting in front of us and it’s broken.

Lanyon: suspicious

Rachel: no it’s not!

Creature: if it matters, probably not, Frankenstein was the last one to use it

Frankenstein: liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Lanyon: oh really? Than what were you doing by the the coffee cart earlier?

Frankenstein: I use the wooden stirrers to mix my solutions! Everyone knows that!

Jasper: okay let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Henry

Jekyll: No! Who broke it?!

Everyone:

Rachel: Jekyll… Miss Ito has been awfully quiet

Ito: rEALLY?!

*everyone starts arguing*

Jekyll, to the camera: it was Hyde. He burned his hand so he punched it.

Jekyll: I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pigs head on a stake.

Jekyll:

Jekyll: good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Princess Hylanna, @dr---henry---jekyll & @lanyons-blog

This one for @dr---henry---jekyll & @lanyons-blog

You can't?

It's snowing and I hate it it's freezing

Come on, Henry, it'll be fun.

It's snowing and I hate it it's freezing

God?

God has failed me .

I see. Well, I'm glad you told me.

My heart belongs to my dear Henry . He is so awesome and I wish I could be brave enough to tell him that I love him.

So let me get this straight, You love Henry, don't you, Robert? But, I thought you have a wife.

My heart belongs to my dear Henry . He is so awesome and I wish I could be brave enough to tell him that I love him.

I am sorry TGS fandom but I have been trash for both Jekyll and Hyde and Jesus Christ Superstar for these past few weeks and when I read Frankie making biblical references I couldn’t help myself

Oh, I'm doing pretty good, I guess.

How are all my lovely darlings doing today .

Tell me about it

Hugs for everyone . I do hope you have all had a lovely day .

I know you don’t bully Henry, Robert. I know you didn’t.

I swear I don't bully Jekyll .

A Little Bit Homesick

((requested by @donutcassaroll))

It was the late afternoon and Jekyll and Lanyon were more or less relaxing in Jekyll’s dorm. Jekyll was sitting cross-legged on top of his desk, bored, studying the small, faded marks on his hands, while Lanyon sat in the desk chair, his head resting on his hand.

Jekyll looked over at him. “Something on your mind?”

Lanyon huffed, “Have you noticed how Utterson’s been lately?”

“How do you mean?” asked Jekyll.

“Has he not seemed… off lately? A bit more reserved than usual, perhaps?”

Jekyll thought for a moment, “He has been quieter than usual. Is he alright?"  

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The Tale of a Tailor pt 3

This story centers around my lodgersona Frances Gibbs and @energetictrickery‘s lodgersona Rosaline James!

Recap: Frances has a huge crush on James, but they are strong scientific rivals, as they have conflicting beliefs on how time should be used and manipulated. Frances ends up publicly slandering James’ name and work after an argument they had, and Jekyll, looking to protect the Society’s reputation, threatens to kick them out. After seeing the damage they had done, Frances turns to the manipulation of the fabric of Time to try and go back and erase their mistakes.

The fabric, however, has other plans.

This is the final Part 3! — Part 1 — Part 2 —

Words: 1334

Content: Dark themes, Mild Violence

Art for James

Art for Gibbs

Info on Gibbs

Info on James

Info on the fabric of Time

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Hastie Meets Hastie (Jekyll, Mordred)

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H: For what's the sound of the world out there?

E: What, Dr. J? What, Dr. J? What is that sound?

H: Those crunching noises pervading the air!

E: Yes, Dr. J! Yes, Dr. J! Yes, all around!

H: It's man devouring man, my dear!

Both: And who are we to deny it in here~?

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Eh.. not entirely proud of this (got into a Tiff and my mood soured, which affected my patience with my art TwT), I might redo it later.

I call this 'No Matter How Cute I Draw Hyde I Need To Remember He's A Cannibal And Not To Be Sympathetic: Part 1', because I'm currently working on more Sweeney Todd AU sketches/doodles and Hyde is Not Having Fun, which in turn is making me feel bad for him.

The Tragic Case of Dr. Jekyll - Part 3: A Lesson in Defense, An Explosion in the Society

(TW: Mild violence, vague mentions of assault, misgendering)

Henry struck the man across the face, jaw clenched and eyes firey with anger. There was a sharp 'crack!' of skin making contact with skin, and the taller gent stumbled back a bit from the force of the hit. He clutched his cheek, eyes wide. Henry glared him down, hand still lifted from slapping him.

"...oh god, are you okay!?" Henry rushed forward, red eyes filled with concern. The other beamed, laughing a bit as Lily fetched him some ice.

"Oh, I'm quite alright, Miss Scotch," He chirped, thanking the young lady as he wrapped the ice in a rag and held it to his reddened cheek. "I wouldn't have volunteered to help if I couldn't take it!" Miss Mary walked over with a smile, pinching the man's ear and tugging, earning a yelp and complaint of, "Mamá!!"

Mary said something in Spanish, and Henry wished he could've learnt the language because the other girls started laughing. Clearly, whatever the cook had said had been quite humorous. Her son pulled away, grinning, giving off the impression he earned a tug on the ear or pinch on the cheek quite often. Mary ruffled his hair with a, "Alright, alright, that's enough lessons for today. Matías, get back to work! Before Spider sees you." Matías nodded, giving her a tight hug, and Henry respectfully looked away as the coachdriver spoke softly to his mother, tears stinging his eyes. Spider shouted for one of the girls, and Matías hastily booked it to the backdoor, though not before snagging a kiss from Lily, who blushed hard and glared at the other workers when they teased her.

Henry rubbed his palm, not used to the sting of hitting someone, and Lucy chuckled.

"What? What's funny?" Henry asked, looking up. Lucy shook her head, walking over and leaning on him with her elbow on his shoulder (a comedic sight, considering she was nearly a foot shorter than him).

"Nothing, just can't believe you've never hit somebody before," She commented, brown eyes curious yet amused. "You must have gotten lucky, growing up somewhere with respectful gentlemen who didn't get in your personal space." Henry shrugged, looking away with a slight frown. He hadn't avoided that kind of behaviour, he just happened to figure himself out at an early age. He'd run away from home at sixteen, cut his hair, crammed textbooks, and, after working hard to earn enough money to afford it, had gone to college as Henry Jekyll. Not many people groped at a man on the streets, even if he did look feminine. "Hey, you alright? You drifted off for a second." Henry blinked, Lucy's voice pulling him back from his thoughts.

"Oh, no, just.. thinking about things," Henry reassured her. Lucy huffed, a smile tugging at her lips, and snarked back, "'Things', okay, missus cryptic." Henry laughed a little, ignoring the sting of the feminine title, and walked with Lucy back out into the main room, ready to repeat the same old sexual song and demeaning dance he'd been perfecting for two weeks now, The Gardens neatly furnished after so long of hiding from his 'dance partners'.

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One week later, the doctor was in his office with a slight smile on his face. Henry finished up some paperwork, glad he was finally making progress on all the bills and debts he needed to pay off. Sure, he may be sore and felt disgusting, and maybe flinched when other men got too close to him or moved too suddenly, but the Society was staying alive, even with the Lodgers still refusing to help. Not to mention his regained confidence after the brothel's little self defense lessons, which he'd started putting to good use whenever a customer's mouth got a little too confident towards him, or hands hadn't learnt the meaning of 'too rough'.

"Speaking of help," Edward piped up, green wisps drifting around Henry as the spectre leant against him. "Isn't it about time to go visit the old hag upstairs?"

"Ah, shit!" Henry grumbled as he noticed the time. His tongue had become a tad harsher since he'd first forced it to spew filth just to earn a paycheck, something Edward still wasn't quite used to hearing. "Thanks, Ed, I completely forget." Henry rushed to collect his medical supplies and chemistry kit, snatching his cane from its stand by the door. If the Lodgers saw him limp he'd die of embarrassment, so it was safer just to carry it. Besides, it fit their warped vision of him as some snooty aristocrat, so they wouldn't question it.

"I see it's storytime once again," Henry commented as he stepped into the attic. The Lodgers glared daggers at him, something that had once bothered him but now provoked no reaction. Their glares were nothing compared to the way he was treated at the Red Rat. "Now, I hate to cut things short, but it's time for granny's medication-"

"Oh, be quite, you idiot!" Henry felt his eye twitch, looking at Frankenstein with a strained smile. "I can take my medicine perfectly fine and continue curing these poor scientists of your corruption at the same time!" Henry fought back the urge to roll his eyes at the old woman's dramatics, though he felt irritation spike in his chest as the Lodgers agreed.

"Alright, I guess we're having an audience," He sighed, setting up his equipment. He tuned out the mad scientist's ramblings and 'speach', focusing on getting his materials ready. He went about putting the medicine together, skilled enough to do it quickly, and relaxed as he poured the formula into the vial. There, now all he had to do was give it to Frankenstein, make sure she drank it, and then leave without anything happening–

"-not like what that industrialist slut has been teaching you."

Henry whipped around, face dark with rage. The Lodgers fell quiet upon noticing, beginning to fidget nervously. Frankenstein paused, then turned to look at Henry. She scoffed, unaware that the Lodgers had never seen the good doctor so much as drop his smile, let alone look that angry. Henry stalked towards it, shoving the vial into her hand with a glare and a harsh, "Shut. Up. Do not. Call me. A slut." Frankenstein looked at him, a smirk creeping across her face.

"Of course, Mr. Jekyll, of course," She crowed sarcastically. "I wouldn't want to use the wrong terminology, that would be unscientific of me. No, sluts do all that for free. You're dressed too nicely for that, which means you must be a whore—" The Lodgers gasped, and Ms. Lavender actually let out a brief scream of fright, when Frankenstein's head jerked sharply to the left, her glasses knocked off her face from the force of the slap. Henry was shaking, teeth bared, and as soon as she started to turn her head, his thin arm snapped sharply back to his side, reddening her other cheek with the back of his hand.

"Speak to me in such a manner again and you'll be spitting teeth," He growled, heart hammering in his chest. Part of him knew that was an overreaction, and was currently screaming at him to stop, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. But that part of him was drowned out by Atticus Scotch, who was too used to language like that leading to an unpleasant encounter, and who pushed him to display his claws and swing.

The same Atticus Scotch who was now forcing his tongue into venomous motion, red eyes blazing.

"I'm sick and fucking tired of the way you treat me," He spat, and that only frightened the Lodgers more, because Dr. Jekyll never cussed. "You come into my building and immediately start tearing down everything I worked so hard to build. Do you have any fucking idea how much time went into this project!? How much effort!? Do you know how many times I've nearly gone to court just to keep the people in this building safe!? Because I want them to have somewhere they can be themselves!? So they don't have to hide, like I do!?" He whipped around to glare at the Lodgers, tears bubbling in his eyes. "Do you have any idea how much it hurt to be cast aside!? To be abandoned, to have to face a crowd of angry aristocrats alone and watch any hope of funding walk away!? Do you know how much it hurt, trying to help one fucking person carry the whole thing!? Jasper just got here and he's already more invested in keeping this place alive than the rest of you bastards!!"

Jasper was huddled in on himself, glancing between his personal idol and his peers, and Flowers had hidden herself behind Doddle, who was trying not to cry. Ms. Lavender had latched onto Ito, who looked pale, jaw and fists clenched. When Henry suddenly pointed at him, Jasper squeaked.

"You see him!? He's the only one of you who actually cares!! He's the only one who used more than two of his braincells to consider the consequences of this establishment losing sponsors!! You didn't just fuck over me and the Society, you fucked over Dr. Kaylock!! He didn't have to stay and endure being insulted, but he did!! Where were any of you when he was being mocked!? Where were any of you when they realized he's a werewolf, and started treating him like shit!?" Henry was breathing hard, angry, frustrated tears dripping down his face. He turned back to Frankenstein, snarling, and spat, "I may be a fucking whore, but at least I'm keeping everyone fed, clothed, and housed. Which is more than you and your rich family's money can say about all the people you trampled into the dust, running from your own mistakes." And with that, he spun on his heel and stormed off, wiping his face and trying to stop the flow of overwhelmed tears as he went down the steps leading into the attic.

Jasper was wide-eyed, jaw dropped in shock, before he spun around to face the crowd of shaken Lodgers. He gaped like a fish for a few secondw, before squeaking out in a strained voice, "Did.. d-did he just admit to being a prostitute? Is that where all the funding's come from? Dr. Jekyll selling himself!?" Gradually, horror spread across the Lodgers faces as they recalled brief glimpses of bruises, the doctor leaning on his cane for support, and how he flinched or drew back when they got too close. It was Griffin who finally broke the silence.

"Oh my god.. he's been whoring himself out every night just to keep our home.."

Chillin’ in the green room, he’s probably reading alice in wonderland

Whoa those are a fuckton of plants actually

Thank you for 11,000 followers!!

…because, to my shame, I let the 10,000 mark slip by under a sea of Bleeding Heart fulfillment and holiday plans. I wish I had time for a nicer thank you image, but I hope you won’t mind this little doodle. :)

A special shout-out to my long-time followers! You are all fantastic and there is no way I would be able to succeed at anything- though, especially the Kickstarter stuff- without your support. 

For those of you just tuning in, hi! I am Sabrina and I write and draw things, and right now I still work on Gravity Falls. I’ve gotten a good few asks about the animation industry and GF recently. I am working on writing up an FAQ page where I can answer most of these questions for everyone to see. There are. however. certain anon questions I would like to answer but cannot post publicly because they contain somewhat sensitive information! Please ask me off-anon or send an email so that I know where to send a reply!

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DARKWING JEKYLL

Jekyll and Utterson: our friendship goes beyond your average kind of bond!!

Jekyll: but not because we're gay!

Utterson: no! Not because we're gay!!

Lanyon: JFC that's the gayest thing ever guys

Jekyll and Utterson: we're close, but not that way!

Lanyon: you sure?

Jekyll and Utterson: the only male that I love is my dad

Lanyon: Gabe, I heard you call Henry Daddy once

Fàsach (desert) with the pairing(s) Utterson/Jekyll or Utterson/Hyde? Please? 🥧

Warning: lemon/smut under read more!

Hyde was not sure what he wanted to devour anymore. It had been quite a while since he could have some private time with Gabriel. His first impulse had been to pounce on the lawyer the moment he had set a foot inside his estate, hoping to get on with the serious business at once; but now that he had set his eyes on the table full of various delicacies, his mouth was watering for another reason.

“Would you like to taste some?” Utterson asked, in an almost unnoticed teasing tone.

Edward did not need to be asked twice and leaped from his lover’s chest to the nearest chair, already snatching a macaron.

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Alternative version of Utterson meeting Hyde

Mr. Hyde: *shows his face to Mr. Utterson*

Mr. Utterson: *takes out measuring tape*

Mr. Hyde: What the fuck are you doing?

Mr. Utterson: Measuring your height.

Mr. Hyde: Utterson, what the fuck—

The fandom: Jekyll and Hyde are gay.

The experts: Jekyll and Hyde are gay.

The author: Jekyll and Hyde are gay.

Jekyll and Hyde: We're gay.

Any adaptation: Jekyll, Hyde, I got you a girlfriend each! And no platonic interactions with other guys, I'm sorry. No homo right? Do you want a fiancée? Here you are. Oh look what about if then this girl and you-

made this because he’s really pretty

song is springtime stroll - secret crates

🌞The sun has kissed me goodnight, cute things my characters have likely done pt1🌞

Jekyll has always been a stressed person who worries a bit too much on mundane things.

Hyde, representing and taking advantage of his newly endowed emotional youth, takes it upon themself to tempt him to a dance.

Jekyll, at first, goes against this, deeming it as ridiculous and stating that there is no music anyways.

Hyde tells him that there is always music and tells Jekyll to listen out to the song of the birds and the whistle of the wind. Hyde then begins to hum and offers out his hand.

Jekyll, uninterested but admittedly entertained by the obscurity of it decides to take it and joins Hyde in a festive dance.

Moments later, a few "intruders" arrive, catching Jekyll in an act of what seems like insanity as he hums to himself. They both look on in interest and mischief with smiles on their face and laughs ensnaired, trying their best to remain quiet as they remove their outer coats and lay down their hats.

Suddenly, Jekyll is surprised by two hands which raise him high and spins him while another grabs hold of his hands when his feet touch the ground once again.

Surprised, Jekyll sees the faces of Dr. Lanyon and Mr. Utterson holding hands with him in a ring, smiling and laughing as they spin around.

Lanyon asks why he stopped humming and once Jekyll recovers from his shock, breaks out into laughter as well.

Utterson suggests a song he knows and the three begin humming and laughing as they dance like school children in the spring time.

Hyde couldn't help but to laugh as well.