#edward and henry are the first names of jekyll and hyde

[madwheelerz]

My friend brought up Jekyll and Hyde when I was explaining manifestation theory to her last time, and it made me wonder if the end result is gonna be some sort of having to merge/coexist/exist as one being type of thing.

[hydeposting]

Can't figure out how to post the PDF to tumblr lmao so. Speech under cut. It's decently long. Also again this is for SCHOOL. It's not groundbreaking. Don't be mean to me 😔😔

Is Jekyll and Hyde really about good and evil?

INTRODUCTION:

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. An 1886 novella written by Robert Louis Stevenson that helped define what Gothic horror is in the present day. The book is still widely known 139 years later, and talks about it's themes, such as this speech, still go on. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde are two names often brought up in countless settings. Whether you're discussing films, other novels, music or even live performances, there's a decent chance the characters will get a mention. When talking about unrelated characters with unexplainable actions, emotions or sometimes even "multiple personalities", Jekyll and Hyde again is brought up. An argument could be made to say that the entire trope of "troubled and innocent man has an evil alter ego" stemmed from this book. However, these depictions are almost wholly inaccurate to the source material for a plethora of reasons. The main issue I'll talk about, though, is that "good" and "evil" are, in my opinion, far too narrow a lens to look at this character through.

P1: Jekyll

Doctor Henry Jekyll is one of the most mysterious characters in the story, as we never truly see what's happening in his head until the end, and even then, it has already been distorted and warped by the creation of Hyde. Jekyll is a guarded, eccentric, secretive man, which shines through during the sole chapter we get from his viewpoint. "I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering." This is how Jekyll describes himself before Hyde, before he awakened his other side. His choice of words here matter a lot. "Laid aside restraint" and "laboured". To Jekyll, committing those shameful actions was something he let himself go for, a release into something easy, while actions that helped others was something he strained and worked himself for, something difficult for him to pull off. Henry Jekyll, at his core, is a selfish man, who tries and seemingly fails to care for others. Moving on to after Hyde's creation, Jekyll has an interesting way of referring to him, where he can both talk about Hyde as an extension of himself, while also alienating himself from the actions committed by him. At Hyde's conception, Jekyll immediately claims him as a true part of himself. "It seemed more express and single, than the imperfect and divided countenance I had been hitherto accustomed to call mine." Hyde's mind was in no way something alien to Jekyll, not an outward force possessing or controlling him, like what's seen in popular adaptations. Henry Jekyll is not "good", he never was, and never could have been. Others know this, with Utterson stating that "He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations." Even Jekyll knows this, describing himself as "The old Henry Jekyll, that incongruous compound of whose reformation and improvement I had already learned to despair." Henry Jekyll is a repressed man, not a good one.

P2: Hyde

Mister Edward Hyde is an erratic, finnicky character, whose eventual start to split from Jekyll proves to be his fall. Hyde is an eccentric man, who never truly exists on his own until the end. Described by Jekyll to be "like a thick cloak," he was just that, something to be worn and felt by someone else. The hollowness within Hyde is plain to everyone who meets him, like Enfield saying that "There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something down-right detestable," or Utterson, stating that "If ever I read Satan’s signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend." Hyde's appearance in itself adds another layer to his character, with his sparing description linking to how much we don't know him. What is described of him is very important, however. Hyde, at first, is never honestly described as something threatening. He's small, he's "stumping along at a good pace," or "crouching against the pillars", and finally, "particularly small and wicked-looking." Hyde is a weird and unnerving man at his core, with his profound wrongness immediately drawing ire from people, but he is still a man. The book, at multiple points, talks about Hyde's love for life, his fears, how he's pitied. As Hyde becomes more detached from Jekyll, he becomes more scared, hysterical even. He can't handle being himself. Everything about Hyde means something, because he is everything that Jekyll hides about himself. His house being in Soho, how he mutters, people calling him "deformed". Soho at the time was a rough place full of crime, and some of this crime was homosexuality, which had recently again been criminalised in the Labouchere Amendment. Mental and physical disabilities were even more heavily stigmatized in the 19th century, and Hyde being clearly disabled in some way probably drew him just as much hatred as his "sense of wrongness" did. Hyde is the personification of everything that Jekyll can't be, whether that's horribly violent, emotionally erratic, visibly disabled or just being gay. Hyde is the physical manifestation of unrestraint, no holds barred, he's not simply "evil".

CONCLUSION:

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde can be about a lot of things. It can be a drug addiction metaphor, a metaphor for being gay, id, ego and superego, science versus religion, atavism and evolution. One thing it's not about, is honest people. They are all dirty, grubby little liars. There's no good and evil in the characters, because you don't truly know where any of them fall on that scale. Jekyll is deeply unhappy and doesn't enjoy helping others, Hyde is sporadic and unknowable, even to Jekyll at the end, Utterson is a boring little man who drinks to repress himself in secret and make himself purposefully dull, Lanyon is practically allergic to change, and literally dies when faced with a reality he doesn't like, Enfield is described as a "man about town", and was out in the middle of the night with an unknown purpose before seeing Hyde trample the girl. Jekyll's statement is the closest we get to understanding both him and Hyde, and yet it too is full of bias and twisting of words. Jekyll flits between accepting Hyde and rejecting him, he jumps past actions he committed and doesn't acknowledge that everything Hyde does, he wants. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde can't just be about good and evil, or good fighting evil, because that's not where this duality lies. Repression and unrestraint. Is it better to sit in meek surrender, water yourself down until you're not you anymore, or would you rather escape into being the rawest version of yourself, until you burn up and destroy yourself when the afterglow fades?

Yipay.

[marmeow]

i love when characters who are predominantly referenced/called by their last name gets called by their first name <3

[eggerzz]

꒦꒷ BLOODSPORTS ꒷꒦

Like prize-fighting (pugilism), were contests that saw one on one combat and the spilling of blood. While fighting was perceived as traditionally English and masculine, pugilism and other bloodsports were considered a blight against the pending civilisation of the world as pushed by Victorian 'moral entreperneurs', such as renowned philanthropist and London socialite Dr Henry Jekyll. Prize-fighting enabled rioting, social-disorder, betting and other debaucherous activities. By this time, 1885, the sport has mostly lost its edge, being sanitised into gloved boxing, for a more respectable audience in more respectable times. However even if stereotypically considered enjoyment of the so called 'plebian classes', enjoyment of prize-fighting and other bloodsports cut across class lines more often than not in the shadowed underbelly of London's foggy districts, where demand remained high. Particularly for those with a taste for blood.

New to London's underground prize-fighting scene is a Mr Edward Hyde, a Mysterious young scottish brute who doesn't mince his words for anyone. Despite not possesing an impressive stature, Hyde punches hard and precise, creating rumours of his naming every bone that he breaks whilst even leaving most Goliaths struggling against him. Hyde's reputation leaves him with an intersting nickname both inspired by his vibrant eyes and his alleged victory against eight different opponents in his first fight as well as his tendency to leave his bling on his fists; Blue Rings

He likes to see and be seen, basking in the infamy that comes with his 'hobby' and ocupation as an underground bare-knuckle boxer. Whispers and reputation often percede him in certain crowds and he's getting used to not needing to fear predatory roadmen whenever he prowls the alleys and streets to his favourite Soho haunts, wether it's Dick's or Chez Jules. Want to learn more about the exact history i'm referencing? Check out the links below. (academic papers require access)

Woolnough, G. (2014). Blood Sports in Victorian Cumbria: Policing Cultural Change. Journal of Victorian Culture, 19(3), 278–294. https://doi.org/10.1080/13555502.2014.947190 Pugilistic prosecutions: prize fighting and the courts in nineteenth century Britain https://web.archive.org/web/20050925170147/http://www2.umist.ac.uk/sport/SPORTS%20HISTORY/BSSH/The%20Sports%20Historian/TSH%2021-2/Art3-Anderson.htm

[strangestcase]

Thing is, in Victorian England first names were very rarely used. You would refer to people by titles or last names unless they were INCREDIBLY close to you, and with “close” I mean, literal family, or your partner. Not even best of friends Utterson and Jekyll refer to each other as “Gabriel” or “Henry”, though Utterson does use “Harry” when he’s particularly concerned for Jekyll’s safety, and never out loud.

So it does strike me as curious that Jekyll only refers to himself as Jekyll, never as Henry, and when he talks about Hyde in his confession, he never calls him just Edward. Maybe it’s because Im not from Victorian England but even in that context I would speak of myself as Doc, not as [SURNAME], so I find it interesting that Jekyll doesn’t seem to be “acquaintanced” enough with himself of all people, or that he wants to keep a veneer of professionality despite it all.

It’s also of note that the few times we see Hyde speak onscreen he also only refers to Jekyll as “Dr. Jekyll” (and later in Lanyon’s confession he drops all pretensions and speaks of himself as a doctor). Hyde might be evil and inhuman but he’s still polite. It’s a little tragic that Jekyll can easily turn his inhibitions off but still remains squarely lodged in Victorian conventions, even as a monster… and a little funny too.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA If I named my twin boys after Jekyll and Hyde?

I (37F) am currently pregnant with twin boys. My husband (36M) and I had made an agreement when we started trying for a baby that of the 4 kids we wanted, I would name the first two and he would name the second two. Obviously if the name was TOO ridiculous, it could be veto’d, but overall it’s a pretty clear plan.

He named our first daughter (2F) when she was born and her name is Juliet, after Romeo and Juliet. We’re both huge fans of Shakespeare and while I loved the book, I disliked the name Juliet at first. It’s grown on me a lot because of my daughter, but I didn’t want her to be named that at first and still respected the agreement we had made anyway.

When I found out I was pregnant again, I was really excited and started planning baby names. I’m really big into sci-fi and classics and wanted to stick with a literature theme. When I found out that I was having twin boys, Henry and Edward seemed like perfect names! They’re a reference to Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde, but arnt something super cheesy or obvious. We have middle names already picked out from family traditions, so unless we told people it would be hard to guess the names origin. Plus, Jekyll and Hyde had a big impact on me as a weird teenage girl and I love that book.

The problem is that my husband absolutely HATES the name. He thinks that it’s going to lead our sons or other people to stereotype them based on which character they’re named after, and that Edward would be socially set up to be seen as like worse. I understand what he means, but it’s hard for me to believe it would that THAT big of an impact socially speaking because no one would really know the reference. I kind of understand where he’s coming from in the context of the boys comparing themselves to each other, but personally Hyde was always a character more based on being who you are, even if it’s not what’s “pretty” or “normal”, and I don’t really believe the interpretation that Hyde represents pure evil. I feel like if we raised our boys with this idea, they wouldn’t think of one as the “good” twin and the other as the “evil” twin.

I told all this to my husband, and we both see where the other person is coming from, and we’re kind of at an impasse. This book got me through high school, and is one of my favorite pieces of media EVER. He hasn’t veto’d the name, but I still feel a little bad about the whole thing. I think the names will grow on him eventually, but who knows.

[inkyrainstorms]

Hyde hated his twin brother. And he had plenty of reasons, believe him, he had his goddamn reasons.

When they were kids, his stuck up prick of a twin would always insist on calling Hyde his younger brother, and every time Hyde threatened to put a pick through his teeth, he’d laugh and ruffle his hair like they weren’t the same fuckin’ height, the same age, like he always knew Hyde didn’t mean it—

And was it always because Henry knew he could do worse, would do worse, wanted to do worse, how long, how long had he thought of it, dreamed of becoming an only child while looking Hyde right in the eyes and smiling—

And Hyde didn’t mean it, of course. Hadn’t. Despite the very real urge to choke Henry’s lights out every time he played that stupid ‘holier-than-thou’ routine he loved so much, Hyde had never really done anything worse than a few maybe less-than-well-spirited pranks, getting Henry suspended half a dozen times in grade school by getting him wrapped up in Hyde’s shenanigans… and maybe breaking his nose once when they were both a fresh decade and a half old and Hyde was ready to fight anything that moved.

He’d never been… the easiest kid. Or the nicest.

Or the best brother, really.

But Jekyll took the fucking cake in the end. Fucking overachiever.

Always had to show Hyde up, didn’t he.

But none of that fucking mattered, because Hyde hated his twin.

He hated his stupid smug smile whenever he came home with another award or another perfect score, hated his indulgent, exasperatedly fond attitude whenever Hyde came home with twigs tangled so bad in his hair that it took them both over an hour to pry them all out, and Hyde hated— just. Everything about him. 

Was any of it real? How long, how long had he planned it, planned to—

He hated this house, too. Hated the gardens and their winding walk-paths through the delicately shaped bushes and flowerbeds, hated the first-floor bedroom he used to share, hated the empty, perfectly-made bed across from his own, the one that collected dust every day and every night that passed in those walls.

Everywhere he turned, there would be Henry smiling on the mantle place, Henry on the walls, and even his own goddamn parents touting around how brilliant their son was, attending Oxford, as a soon-to-be Doctor of Science — honestly, this whole place made Hyde want to rip his hair out. Henry, Henry, Henry, as if Jekyll had gotten his wish he’d cleansed his family name of Edward Hyde for good.

Shut up! He wanted to scream at them most days, throat bobbing and body trembling more than he’d ever admit as he held himself back, He’s not a great anything! He’s a fucking liar and if I ever see him again, I’ll fucking break his face! Before he can find finishing the job worth his time.

But he couldn’t. Couldn’t do anything but scowl and be difficult to everyone and hobble through the hallways so slow every day that he could count the floorboards beneath him as he did, that he could feel the burning stare of the photographs lining the walls at his sides.

He couldn’t even run anymore. Couldn’t climb, could barely walk even with the help of these stupid arm braces —crutches— whatever.

It was hard to do that shit without a leg. He’d become intimately aware of that fact in recent days. Months.

…

Henry was graduating next year, getting his Doctorate next summer. It was just cusping on the beginning of spring right now, so…

Three years.

It had been three years.

Three years and a week. He’d missed the anniversary, whatever it fucking meant to him.

What a fucking load of shit.

Hyde hated everything and everyone in this miserable house, and hated the one who haunted it even more. So, of course, it didn’t hurt at all to pull the packed bag out from under his bed, kneeling awkwardly on the floor with his good leg and its ugly stump of a twin folded beneath him. It didn’t hurt in the slightest when he pulled on his cloak and slipped the strap of the bag over his head to let it lie flat against his back. 

The only reason he stopped at the door of his room was because he didn’t want Henry’s fucking face to fucking judge him all the way to the door. 

And his parents would never let this ‘poor little crippled son’ do anything that would risk his precious health. That would be a goddamn shame, wouldn’t it. The neighbors would call them irresponsible, would gossip.

It only hurt a little, jumping out of the window and landing in the bushes below hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. But it was the good pain, the kind that he came home with after falling out of a tree, after a good fight. It made him feel alive. 

And he’d even — if only because he couldn’t do shit-all without them — remembered to toss his crutches out the window before him. They were only a little banged up, tangled up in the branches as they were. But they were like him. They could take it.

As Hyde stalked his way through the garden and slipped through the gap in the fence he’d never told anyone, not even H— him about, he couldn’t help but grin in that wide too-many-teeth way that always made his parents and teachers nervous.

The night was his. 

When he went to it, followed its call, it promised him escape, freedom, and everything else that had been taken from him that night.

And what he couldn’t get back didn’t matter anymore. 

Hyde hated his twin.

So nothing could ever hurt him again.

————

@afkphorabit @kaykayli @aliens-took-my-iwa-chan Hyde is…. Going through it lmao

[parabare-the-scholar]

References in Penny Dreadful

Characters from:

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Literature within the show:

THEATER:

The Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare (Proteus is named after one of the characters of the play)

The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare (Brand quotes it)

The Tempest by William Shakespeare (The Creature gets the name Caliban from here. Young Vanessa names a bird after Ariel)

Macbeth by William Shakespeare (this one is actually funny, because a witch quotes a line of one of the witches, and I enjoyed the parallelism)

Henry VI, Part 1 by William Shakespeare (Vanessa says she first met Joan of Arc in Shakespeare, this is the play where she appears)

The Maid of Orleans by Friedrich Schiller (Vanessa says she read this play about Joan of Arc, calling it just "the Schiller")

Sweeney Todd by Thomas Prest (?) (represented at the theater)

POETRY:

Lyrical Ballads by William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Frankenstein has the book)

Adonais by Percy B. Shelley (The Creature mentions it)

Wordsworth's Poetical Works (Young Frankenstein has the book)

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

The Poetical Works of Milton (The Creature gifts this book to Maude)

Paradise Lost by John Milton (Maud then says that The Creature's gift was this book, which has me confused but ok)

NOVEL:

Up North in a Whaler by Edward A. Rand (Frankenstein has the book)

Varney The Vampire (a Penny Dreadful that Professor Van Helsing gives to Victor)

One Thousand and One Nights (Mister Lyle mentions Aladdin, so let's say he got the reference from here)

The Bible (though it is odd to categorize it as a novel, but please allow me to do it for the sake of order)

Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift (Mister Lyle says to feel like a Lilliputian next to Ethan)

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas by Jules Verne (Dracula is a fan)

Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson (The Creature's kid is reading this book)

A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson (The Creature read this to Vanessa in his past life :( )

Also mentioned:

John Keats (poet)

William Wordsworth (poet. He's a fav of the doctor's. Also the Creature's)

John Clare (poet. He's a fav of the Creature's)

Alfred Tennyson (poet. He dies. That's the only thing he does)

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (poet)

William Makepeace Thackeray (writer)

Charles Dickens (writer. Most of these are mentioned by Mister Lyle)

Ibsen (playwright)

Henry Irving (actor)

Wagner (musician)

Audubon (painter)

I've also posted the specific poems that are quoted throughout the series.

I'd have liked to post the art that is shown (Dorian Gray has a marvelous collection), but alas, I'm quite ignorant of art, and I find it far more difficult to find than the rest of the references that I include here.

If I've missed any, please do let me know. I want this list to be as thorough as possible.

I've really enjoyed this show...

[fenris-wolff]

Hey!! I got so excited when I saw that you wrote for Jekyll and Hyde, especially the original book iteration! :]

I wanted to see if i could request Jekyll/Hyde x reader content? (Literally anything. I’m so desperate for more stuff of them ;-; )

Absolutely! here's an idea that's floated around my head for a while and just never had a reason to write!

Unconditionally

Pairing: Book!Henry Jekyll x Wife!Reader (mentions of possible Book!Edward Hyde x reader)

Word Count: 586

Summary: Doctor Henry Jekyll had been shutting himself off from his wife, hiding away in his lab. Finally getting sick of it, she goes into his lab despite his protests, and discovers the true nature of her dear husband's friend, Mr. Edward Hyde.

Warnings: First person POV, mentions of mild violence (book canon altercations), Hyde, Dr. Jekyll stresses out his wife, breaking and entering Henry's lab

He'd locked himself away again. He'd been doing it for weeks, hiding in his lab with the promise that his friend Mr. Hyde would be stopping by, and to make sure I steer clear of him while he ambles about his business.

I didn't like that Henry spent so much time around such violent company. I had heard that he'd murdered one of the Prime Ministers, but the authorities weren't quite sure if they could trust the word of the maid.

It had been six hours since Henry locked himself away, and I was getting sick of it, so I made my way to his lab. he'd always told me to keep away, that the things inside of it were dangerous, but I knocked anyway.

"Poole?" my husband's voice came from behind the door.

"It's me, Dear," I rattled the door handle. "May I come in?"

"No," he sounded panicked.

"Love, open the door," I called again, "I'm worried about you."

"There's nothing to worry about," I heard a crash from inside.

"Love?" I searched around our yard frantically for something to open the door with. I had found a large stone, and began to try and break the door handle. Once the door handle fell off, I pushed open the door.

"Henry!" I called out as I kneeled next to his form. He writhed in pain next to me, as i watched him shrink as if by magic.

"Please, Love," his voice had changed, and he refused to look at me, "go. My experiment failed. I tried to separate good and evil, but I only amplified my intrusive thoughts-"

He groaned and I placed a hand on his back.

"Love-" I was cut off when he lifted his head, and I saw Mr. Hyde's face staring back.

"I can't control my urges, I can't control the changes anymore," he pleaded.

"Oh, Henry," I sat back on my heels.

"I gave him a fake identity so I wouldn't have to be known as this," he shook his head, "forgive me, forget this."

"Oh my love," I reached for his cheek, now younger than either of us had been for many years.

"Please," he groaned again, and against my better judgment, I left the lab.

Hours passed before henry returned to our room. I placed my book on the bedside table and stood to meet him. I cupped his cheeks, now as old as he really was, and I brushed some gray strands of hair out of his eyes.

"Darling," I whispered.

"Please," he tried to stop me from talking.

"No," I cut him off, "you need to hear this. I've thought about it. We have been married for near twenty years now, and you have never given me reason to doubt your judgment."

"Love-"

"I'm not done," I shook my head, "you are my husband. My other half, and I vowed twenty years ago to love every side of you. And due to Edward Hyde being a part of you..."

"He is a fake name I created for my urges-"

"And that's fine," I pulled him into a hug. "I love you, and he is still you. I vowed that much, and I have never broken a promise over the past twenty years, have I?"

"No, I suppose you haven't..."

For the first time in many nights, I slept in my husband's embrace without fear that I'd wake and he'd be gone off to his lab. Although, i supposed we'd have to replace the door handle.

[plantsarecooleh]

Someone who can’t do creative writing tries to write a j+h fanfic

okie dokie, so you see, i can only write scenes. And on discord. This is just copy pasted bear with me (note that this is the scene where lanyon figure out Hyde’s identity

Lanyon looked at the figure of Edward Hyde with disdain. Had it not been for the seemingly-apologetic (and desperate) letter Jekyll sent, lanyon would have never let Hyde into his manor. If someone had seen this, the great doctor lanyon would have his reputation torn away in seconds. He could almost see the news headings, reporting the latest scandal. 

“Renowned doctor spotted letting the infamous Edward Hyde into his home”

God damn Henry for still having a grasp over his heart. Despite the fact that the letter Henry had sent was the first time they had direct contact in years, lanyon still heeded to Henry’s command. He could have put his foot down and said no. He could have refused to retrieve the supplies from Henry’s study or he could have locked Hyde out of his manor. Yes, if he did that, he would then force Henry to come over and interrogate him on why in the name of everything good was defending Hyde as so. 

So why didn’t he?

The words of Henry’s letter rang in his head

“Lanyon, my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy;”

Lanyon pinched his nose bridge and gave a long, tired sigh. Ever since the murder of Lucy, lanyon stopped from hosting any parties, gatherings, even leaving his manor. He broke all that for the ghost of his friend, his first love, because of one letter. His hair had greyed significantly, much more than the natural premature grey hairs he had. The bags under his eyes were evident, and maybe, he did all this holding on to the little hope that he and Henry would be friends again. 

He must have been lost in thought longer than he had thought, for he had failed to notice that had been Hyde tapping his foot and crossing his arms for quite some time now. 

“Do you have it?” Hyde spat and stamped his food down, shaking the table that held two glasses of whiskey prepared for lenyon and he. Perhaps he had realized that his tone was less than courteous, as he mumbled a half hearted “sorry” before repeating softer, “Do you have it, lanyon?”

Something about his tone and sudden switch of mood felt incredibly familiar to lanyon. 

“If you’re asking for the contents of Dr. Jekyll’s cabinet, yes. I do.”

Hyde immediately stood up. His hands shaking, 

“You have it! Oh, dear Hastie, you *must* give it to me this instant”

Lanyon furrowed his brow. He was hardly on a first name basis with Henry anymore, what gave Hyde the privilege to call him “Hastie”? 

“No.” Lanyon said bluntly. 

“No?” Hyde echoed. His voice unsteady. Hyde’s hands tightened into a fist. “What do you mean, no?”

“I want you to tell me exactly what you’re doing with Dr. Jekyll. Of all my years with him, I can say with all certainty that he is the proudest person I know and ever knew. He would have never- *never*, willingly be acquainted with someone such as yourself, let alone defend your heinous actions.”

In the eyes of Hyde flickered something strange, was it sadness? Regret? Anger?

“Well you clearly didn’t know him well enough” Hyde hissed. Hyde closed his eye right after he finished that sentence, almost as if he winced. Again, with a sudden change of mood, he said “give me the ingredients. Please.” He finished hastily. 

“Ingredients? What for?” Inquired lanyon. 

“Give it to me, and then I’ll tell you everything” 

What would he do? Lanyon was sure that, if he had given the ingredients right there, Hyde would run off without a word. This was a battle of desperation, and curiosity. 

“Let’s make a deal.” Lanyon finally replied. 

“Oh? What sort of deal?” Hyde irked his eyebrow.

“I give you these… ingredients, and you disappear from London- no, from England in its entirety…” lanyon paused. “And you leave Henry Jekyll and whatever you have against alone.” 

He expected a cruel taunt, or perhaps a tantrum from Hyde, but on the contrary, he was rather quiet. 

Hyde chewed on his lip and held himself, tapping his foot again. 

“I only promise to try” 

Against his better judgement, that was all lanyon needed to hear.

He slid the bag containing the ingredients across the table. Hyde quickly grabbed it and prepared to run out the door, only to be stopped by lanyon. 

“Now, don’t be in such a haste, dear Edward. Show me why you need these so terribly.” Lanyon uttered coldly. 

He watched as Hyde tried to stammer excuses, before giving up. The panic in his face now replaced with frustration and unwillingness. 

“Fine.” He growled. “*you* wanted to see this” 

Hyde stomped back to his chair, throwing the whiskey in his glass into the fireplace, the fire going up in blue flames for a brief moment, illuminating Hyde’s face. Lanyon watched as Hyde poured rough estimates of liquids, pinches of salt, and some other chemicals into his glass. He watched as the concoction change hues before his eyes, from purple to red to green. One thing was certain. That in no world of god was natural. Hyde held the glass to his lips, before taking a dink, he looked at lanyon one last time. 

“*You.* Wanted. This.”

Hyde tilted the glass and drank whatever was inside all at once. When he was done, he threw the glass away, the now empty cup shattered on the floor. Remnants of the concoction dribbled down his lip. He let a gasp and fell to the floor. The sound of crunching bones and Hyde’s screams of agony filled the silent air. Lanyon would never admit it, but seeing Hyde, who had tormented London for so long, on the ground, writhing in pain, felt guiltily satisfying. 

The sound of crunching bones eventually slowed, and Hyde’s raven black hair started to fall out. In its place, was familiar strawberry blonde locks.

On the ground, with heaving and laboured breaths lay none other the Henry Jekyll. 

Lanyon felt sick. Just *what* was he. What had Henry done to himself?  Lanyon’s shaking hand covered his mouth. He felt as if he were about to vomit.

Henry(?) looked up at lanyon with those damn, pleading eyes and the damn, pleading smile he had ever since they were in college. Now that Henry was not of the body of Hyde anymore, a sudden wave of vulnerability and shame washed over him. 

In a meek voice Jekyll whispered

“My dear, Hastie, promise me you’ll forgive me no matter what I do”

[sterlingarcher23]

Two skulls

You can actually see two different skulls in this shot

Sooo...

The rest is just me rambling.

Okay, here we go:

In this scene the focus switches from Will to Max as Mr Clarke says "But his injury resulted in a complete change to his personality."

Before that he says "...miraculously he survived" - Lucas says that the doctors called it a miracle.

And Sadie was referring to this last year in an interview, stating that it would be a miracle if Max would stand on her own two feet. And that we've seen miracles before in the show.

Seriously.....she already said it, she gave us a big hint/spoiler because the miracle, the cure is El. "Resulted in a complete change to his personality." And they are linked with their hearts...

Speaking of necks: Will also has something in the head.

Hmmm... 🤔 - He still remembers what he thinks. How he thinks?

The strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Henry Jekyll & Edward Hyde - as others pointed out. This is basically the first case of a fictional character in literature that has some sort of dissociative identity disorder. - which mirrors the idea for Eleven been drawn from Elfen Lied and it's main character Lucy(Kaede)/Nyu that has also DID. BTW this makes "Eleven" a system/collective name as it's called (You are One/1 of the good Ones/11s).

In 2017s The Mummy Jekyll injects something into his left hand (to keep "Eddie" at bay. Hyde calls himself Eddie.) which is messed up, so he hides it under a black glove. - The "shadow" hand of Will's right hand is a mirror and shows a left hand.

Dunno who made this tbh. I found it a long time ago: Will covering his right hand with the left and Henry his left hand with the right.

And he has Henry in his neck.

Dr Jekyll explains: "He himself was a physician. And if evil were a pathogen he reasoned then there must surely be a cure."

The scene:

Will is also hinted at to be a cure (like El is by Dr Owens) via a poster for the band The Cure (Boys don't cry).

Two cures. For two different things.

Eddie Munson. Edward. And Dustin Henderson. Son of Henry. - they probably use the relationship between Eddie and Dustin to illustrate the relationship between Henry & Edward. Which is why Dustin introducing Max to Eddie has a parallel in Henry "introducing" El to Edward. Oh, and that makes Henry complicit which I do believe became over time.

PS: The skull means: you'll live. But you are, well, different.

[marisol-000]

The Sandbox Scientists

It's finally here! My children au of The Glass Scientists!

I don't have too big plans for this fic, and really only have a few chapters in mind but I wanted to make it so I did! Enjoy!

(a03)

It was finally done.

What he had set out to do all that time ago; split man down the middle, and divide himself into good and evil. Finally, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde will be free, separate from each other and free to walk unbound by the other's wants and desires.

He had taken his time, content to study their new state of sharing a mind and body, while still being separate. After all, no result is a bad one when it comes to science. But it was no longer enough for them to turn into one another, now they would be fully separate, independent and whole once more.

Finally, all the lies would come to an end. The sleepless nights, the time constraints, all the half-truths and outright lies told to strangers, acquaintances, and friends alike.

No one would ever know the full truth, of course, but soon it would be in the past. Never to be thought about as more than a passing thought.

Dr. Jekyll will stay and run the society the way he meant to, unburdened by madness and hubris, free of his sinful longing for his dear friend, Lanyon. Raising the Arcane Society to new heights.

Hyde will probably get in a bar fight in the first 20 minutes.

Jekyll took a moment to compose himself, slowly releasing his breath.

“Everythings ready.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's get this show on the road!!”

Hyde was just as impatient as he was. They had both been waiting for this day for far too long.

Well, no sense in delaying.

Jekyll took a glance around to double check everything. The office doors were locked, no one needed him for their projects, and a set of Edward's clothes were laid out on a chair next to him.

With a deep breath he prepared himself. The potion he drank to release Hyde, usually a luminescent green, was now a sickly yellowish-brown. Made to split them for real this time.

He chugged the potion in one go and set it down before the painful convulsions dragged him to the floor in agony.

He felt… bad. That was the only way to describe it. Muddled memories of pain surfaced blearily as he slipped in and out of consciousness. 

Had he tripped? Or scraped his knee? The pain felt like it was everywhere, or did it? It was fading now like a dream.

That's what this was, a bad dream. Nothing more.

In the morning he’ll wake up and ask Momma to kiss him better, then everything will be alright…

A small boy by the name of Henry Jekyll wakes up in a room he has never seen before.

It had been odd and scary to wake up in a place he didn't know, wearing clothes that were wayyy too big for him.

But at least he wasn't alone.

He was here with another kid, he didn't have any clothes at all, but they found some for him.

Henry was trying to roll the pants all the way up so he could stand properly, while the other kid seemed fine with a white shirt and underpants.

Once they were dressed as best they could (‘You're never fully dressed without a smile!’ his momma said, but he didn't feel much like smiling right now, and it wouldn't make him fully dressed anyway) the two decided to look around the room.

Henry pulled back a thick red curtain to look outside. He was immediately blinded by the bright sunlight and let it fall shut, coughing from the unsettled dust.

The room they were in was very nice. It had lots of books and cool looking bottles. And there was lots of red, Henry’s favorite color! He quite liked the room, though, he wished he knew why he was in it.

The kid he was with was looked around too, crawling under the desk for clues, then trying to read the papers on top of it. Wobbling on an upturned chair.

“Why do you look like me?” the kid asked suddenly.

Henry looked up at him, confused.

“I don't. Why would I look like you?”

“You do! We both have brown hair, and red eyes!” he said, hopping down. “But you're taller than me.”

Now he was even more confused.

“But…you don't have brown hair. You have yellow hair, and green eyes.”

He pointed at the boy, as though that would help.

Now the boy looked confused.

“No I don't. My eyes are red, like a vampire!”

Henry shook his head, “No they're not! They're green, haven't you ever looked in a mirror?”

“Yes! I know what I look like! And I look like you!” the boy huffed, starting to get frustrated.

“Well I’ll show you then!” Henry looked around for a mirror they could use. Fortunately there was a very large one by the desk, a big oval with gold around it.

“Here, you can look at your reflection in this.” he said confidently.

The boy sniffed and pranced straight to the mirror. There, was a perfect reflection of the boy.

Messy blond hair, a too big shirt, and bright green eyes, brighter than any leaves or book covers Henry had ever seen.

The boy stood frozen. It seemed like he had, in fact, never looked in a mirror before.

Or maybe all the ones he looked at were wrong. Could mirrors be wrong? 

He supposed lots of things could break oddly, like the book he’d left outside one time when it rained. And when he went back for it the words were all wonky.

“See?” He said, satisfied. “I’m right, you don’t look like me.”

The boy was quiet. 

Slowly, he touched his face and hair, as if to make sure it was real.

Tangling one hand in his locks.

As Henry waited for a response, the boy started breathing faster, tightening the hand in his hair.

“Hello? Are you okay?” 

The other Henry looked a little scared now, and like he was gonna cry.

“But, I’m Henry…”

The brunette shook his head, “No, I’m Henry.”

He eyed the boy, he seemed really sad, why would he think he was Henry? There was only one Henry right? Maybe not.

“Maybe you just think you're me, or you're a clone or something.”

“That's weird…why would I think I'm you? If I'm not Henry who am I?” tears began to well up in the boys eyes.

He felt bad for him. He had always been Henry, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to not be Henry anymore.

He reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder.

“There there, maybe…we could both be Henry, and you'll just look different.”

He didn’t look very happy with that, but seemed relieved that he wouldn’t have to stop being Henry all of the sudden.

The two were quiet for a little bit. Other Henry making a thinking face, and Henry Henry tapping his toes on the floor.

“Okay…but why would there be two Henry's?” the other asked.

Henry shrugged. He didn't really think it was a big deal that there were two of him now, to be honest.

“Maybe I'm a fey child! From Momma's storybooks! She said the fairies would bring a baby and try to trick the parents.” the now-blonde said excitedly, “What if I have magic?”

It *would* be cool if this other Henry had magical powers. What kind of powers do fey have? Probably not shapeshifting since they didn't look the same.

“Maybe, but you don't look like me, you think you’re me. That sounds like the opposite of a fey child.”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe *you're* the fey since you look like me but aren’t.” other Henry snarked.

“What?! But I am me!” he shot back.

“No, I am!”

“No, I am!”

“No, I am!”

BANG

BANG 

BANG

BANG

The boys jumped, spinning towards the door.

A voice came from the other side, loud so as to be heard.

“Henry! Come get the door, I have an argument to win!”

Another voice, a woman.

“No you do not because I am right. Jekyll will be on my side, you'll see.”

A huff, then the banging returned.

“HENRY! The door!”

The two boys looked at each other, wide eyed.

Someone knew they were in there. What if they weren't supposed to be in there? Would they get in trouble? Surely they wouldn't get in trouble if they didn't remember what happened right?

“Doctor Jay are you okay? Can you hear us?”

There was muttering beyond the door.

“Are you sure he’s in there? What if he popped out for lunch?”

“Lavender said he came this way, and besides, when was the last time you saw that man eat anything without being forced to?”

“True. Alright then, he’s either dropped dead, or is so deep into his paperwork that he has temporarily lost the ability to hear sounds.”

…

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

“HENRY UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!”

“Stop yelling dammit! You're going to make him not want to open up at this rate.”

“Well what do you suggest we do? Sit here in silence like lost puppies on someone's doorste- Oh!”

Henry reached out his stubby fingers, managing to turn the lock on the door with a small *click*; before hopping back to huddle with Other Henry. The two facing the door silently.

For a moment no one did anything, until one of the strangers took it upon themselves to actually open the unlocked door.

“Well, it’s about time! I know you want to waste the rest of your life on paperwork darling, but some of us aren't getting… any… younger…”

Both pairs stood there, staring at each other. Red and green eyes meeting green and brown.

The boys huddled together, eyeing the adults standing in the doorway.

The man they heard was tall, with a big nose and freckles. They thought he had really pretty eyes, like chocolate.

The woman had green eyes, though not as bright as Other Henry’s, and curly dark hair. She wore a maids dress, like the drawing of Cinderella in their storybook.

Both of them looked shocked, like they hadn't expected Henry to be in there even though they were calling for him.

“HENRY” “EDWARD”

In an instant the two reached out and grabbed their respective babies. 

“Ohmygod what happened why are you small??”

“Are you ok? Are you hurt? Where are your clothes? What happened?!?”

“Hey! Let go!” “Let go of me!!” Both kids struggle and try to push off these strangers, who had swiped them up like they were catching lizards.

The woman squeezed Other Henry tight, ignoring his waving arms, “Oh Henry, what have you done this time?”

“Let go of me right now!”

The man had wrapped his arms around Henrys and wasn't letting go. The boy wiggling like an angry worm.

After another squeeze the lady let go. Seeing this the man does too, though he looks reluctant about it.

“Sorry Edward! We were just…surprised is all.”

Henry hopped out of the man's reach, holding onto the Other Henry in case they were grabbed again.

“Who are you? Where are we?” he demanded.

The man and woman look at each other. The man seemed to be getting paler by the second.

“You don't… remember us?”

“No!” said Other Henry, “So don’t grab us like that again!”

At least the woman looked sorry. She looked away, tapping her fingers together.

“Uh, well, I’m Rachel. Rachel Pidgley… I work here.”

The man looked spaced out until she elbowed him, “Er, right. I’m Robert Lanyon. I, uh...” he stared oddly at Henry.

“You don’t remember anything? Anything about us? About the society?”

“No,” the brunette said. “We woke up here, and we don’t know you.”

Rachel and Robert stared at them in silence for a moment.

“Er, Rachel. A word?”

The grown ups turned to each other and started whispering aggressively.

Other Henry whispered to him too.

“They don’t *look* mean. Maybe they can tell us why we’re here.”

Henry glanced to make sure they weren't listening. “I don’t know, they seemed mad earlier.”

“Well do you see anyone else here? At least they know our name.”

Remembering something, the blonde boy pulled away from him to interrupt their muttering.

“Hey!” the boy pointed at them, “Settle something for us. Which one of us is Henry Jekyll?”

Rachel blinked in surprise, Robert turned to them with a raised eyebrow. Neither of them answered, just looked between the two boys, confused.

Eventually both adults pointed at him.

“Henry, of course.”

Not Henry’s jaw dropped. The tears threatening to come back.

“But, but- if I'm not Henry who am I !?”

The grown ups looked at him with concern.

“You don't…know your name?” Robert asked.

The woman's eyes widened, “Oh! Your name! Tell us your real name. Please?” she begged, to Lanyons confusion.

The boy huffed again, crossing his arms and not looking at them.

Henry looked between everyone, deciding the other wasn’t going to answer them.

“He says his name is also Henry Jekyll. He doesn't have any other names.”

“What?” Rachel gasped, “Why would he say that? Of course he has a name. It just isn't Henry.”

The boy stomped his foot. “Why not!? I want my name to be Henry too!”

“Well it's not. Your name is Edward Hyde.” Lanyon said with finality. Ignoring a swat from the girl.

“Is not! My name's Henry! Henry Jekyll!”

The 'real’ Henry looked between the two nervously. Why couldn't there just be two henrys? He’d always wanted a brother, or a friend, or just anyone who didn't think he was weird honestly.

“Err… the thing is…” Rachel cut in with a flimsy smile on her face, “His name isn't *actually* Edward, that's just what he calls himself.”

Lanyon looked at her with disbelief and exasperation. “Of course it's not. He's a criminal, god forbid he use his real legal name.”

Rachel sighed, putting her hands on her cheeks. “Geez, I’m never going to learn Edward's real name, am I?”

“I already told you nutjobs it's Henry!!!!”

Henry reached up to tug on the gentlemans sleeve, a nice eggplant color, to get his attention.

“Excuse me, can we go home now? Momma said to be back before sundown.”

Rachel and Lanyon freeze in unison.

[h7jfangirl]

TGS UPTADE (Chapter Cover) ✨🎩

I love this one, I think it's my favorite cover until this point.

Jekyll has his old outfit I LOVE THE REFERENCES

Guys, ITS THE OLD DESING GUYS.

When I saw this cover, my first thoughs of it weren't the most pessimist, really

The colors are soft and lighter, and the place looks beautiful and peacful, it gave me nostalgic vibes but I mostly felt... Comfort

So I though this chapter would be the star of the final redemption arc of Jekyll's and Hyde's relationship, the chapter where all their fight would finally end for good and start to actually accept themselfs and work together as a team

I interpret Hyde's expression as a "Wait what!?" Reaction to actual self-love coming from Jekyll, and read the name of this chapter as something of "We are a team! We are together in this! So if one of us goes down, we are going down together! I would never ever leave you alone!" Like a thing of friendship or Brotherhood even.

But after reading the Comment Section in the page, I finally notice that something was off in the cover, a simple detail telling that this may not be a 'end of the conflict' type of chapter

And that simple detail...

It's Jekyll

I really hope he goes insane in this chapter, like ACTUAL insanity, I love when a calm character goes through a 'madness arc' and sadly I don't see it often so I WANNA SEE SOME GOOD SHIT.

Jekyll is grabing Hyde's clothes very strongerly, you can feel the anger on his grabing and how close he puts his face towards Hyde's.

His body says "I'm about to kick this asshole's ass"

But the thing is that he is also... Smiling. You can't see his eyes but there is a shadow on them that you can tell something it's not okay, something it's wrong with Henry but not in the "Poor victim" type that we always had see him before, on the whole comic

But in "This man is dangerous" type

So, with that grin and his body looking agressive towards Hyde, you can said Edward may be in danger in this chapter.

Predictions~

Now, everybody agrees that the place we were shown it's actually part of Jekyll's mind, a memory actually. So, I think that somehow Jekyll and Edward will both go inside their memories, to see what were the events that lead them to this specific moment

Maybe with Frankestein's help, in a intent of her to understand the experiment's true nature, also trying to help Jekyll and Hyde to they can finally understand it too (THEY ARE TAKING A THERAPY SESSION TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL)

Or

They go both inside their own memories because the transformation got worse, and now their body is unconsious, so it would be only Jekyll and Hyde alone inside their mind, finally being able to stand in the same room at the same time, and netheir of them knowing what will happend outside, now that Frankestein knows their secret and the mob it's still out there

So of course, Henry wouldnt have someone who could help him and calm himself, so he is blaming Hyde for the situation as Hyde avoiding the accusations and also blaming Henry too. The rest of the chapter would be about them looking at their memories and reflecting about their actions

But of course, I can imagine two final scenarios happening, based on the scenario shown on the cover actually happening. They finally go together to see a old memory, and they are both close to the cliff, seeing the place

So, Henry finally has the conclusion of blaming Hyde for all the situation, and snaps angst him, deciding to end this just right there, now that he is able to touch and feel Edward's skin as if he had his own body, as a another person he can fully touch

So there is two options:

Jekyll's grabs Hyde's clothes and makes both of them jump to the water, accepting the death as a end but making sure to drag Hyde with him as well, so it feels actually worth it. Of course this being a moment similar to Hyde's ephifany when he is told that he could take down Jekyll as well.

But of course, in this case we'll see Jekyll's perspective to this words "Taking you down with me" (I love how similar they are, even if they turned out to be so different from each other, somehow they are still the same person)

Or, there is this other option. Jekyll actually dosen't jump to the cliff but instead, he shove Hyde to the cliff in a intent of murder him, being mostly like a metaphoric suicide rather than a direct one (Because they are the same person after all). The reason why Jekyll is also jumping in the cover may be a symbolic jump as "Going insane/Jumping the cliff of sanity" for doing something so brutal that the normal and sane Dr Jekyll wouldnt do... Push a person on a cliff, to kill them. So not only this would be a intent to kill Hyde but at the same time accidently murder the person he used to be, the good Dr Henry Jekyll

(Jekyll also jumping can be more like of "how he feels" rather than something literal, he feels atrap and his only company is Hyde, and I dare to say he is the person Jekyll hates the most at this point).

Of course, in any scenario, nethier of them would actually die (yet) because there is like two chapters left to finish this comic, duh

But I like to think about the Second Option. Because it could also explain those spoiler images Sage share in their social media a while ago

There it was another one with Jekyll with a lot of bottles around but I couldn't find it.

Because I think it would fit in. After pushing Hyde on the cliff Jekyll goes out and takes back the body's control and fix the angry mob problem, thinking he has done right in killing Hyde, when actually you can see that he dosen't has his normal eyes anymore but now has Hyde's bags in him (Of course, it could be for the fact that he climp up the society to get in the roof, but I don't think he would like to being seen very tired) meaning that Jekyll has change, in a more hyde-like way. Hyde is not death, and Jekyll's actions will have more consequences, as long they keep fighting each other there will be no end to their problems.

So, this is the tgs UPTADE. I like everyone in the fandom started to make theories like crazy and I love every single one of them.

Sorry for my bad english hehe bye~

[dross-the-fish]

How were each of the Motley Members introduced in your campaign?

How did your crew react?

Going to give as short a summary as I can.

Larry and Quincey have known each other since they were children. When Larry is bitten by a werewolf he's first taken to Doctor Watson and then as his curse progresses Dr Watson is brought on to try and help him with it. Watson is trying to fill the void left by the disappearance of Sherlock Holmes, who went missing investigating an alleged vampire attack on a village, so he remains with Larry and Quincey Eventually they seek out Henry Jekyll's work since he was known to be working on experiments with transformation and that's how they run into Edward Hyde. Further search for a cure leads them to hunting down Victor Frankenstein's journals. Selma Morris is contacted and hired as a monster hunter to join the team after a vampire attacks the crew, with Selma joining permanently they travel to the arctic and meet Adam. Watson offers Adam a name and to help him rejoin the world of men after his 100 year exile in the arctic. Upon return to the UK the team encounter Theo. At first they don't trust her as she is a vampire but Watson appeals to her kindness she soon starts giving them info on a brood of vampires holed up with Dorian Gray. Adam and Theo bond a little as he's very non-judgemental about her being a male impersonator and she is happy to be around someone who isn't food. She soon defects full time to the team after Edward agrees to research a cure for vampire. Quincey and his family are very wary of her but she proves herself in time. i'm re-working how the team meets Erik and debating if he moves to the UK with the Daroga following him but he eventually joins as a trap maker. Vampire attacks are becoming more frequent and the crew needs all the help they can get. People are pretty chill about his deformity because they've gotten used to Adam by then. Erik is kind of obnoxious to live with but the crew warms up to him and he to them and even agrees to help them search for Sherlock Holmes as long as they can afford his services.

[definatelymrhyde]

Worse than I had thought lore dump because I’ve been holding it in way too long

THE CHARACTERS

JEKYLL

Jekyll is meant to be a little crazy, or at least very eccentric. Think like he’s TGS Jekyll, but slightly crazier and much less good at masking his true emotions. He was disgusted at Edward when he first created him, and as much as he hates to admit it, he and Edward are verrrrrry similar. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it yet, but Edwards' mannerisms and ways of movement and facial expressions are just exaggerated versions of all of Jekylls. Why, they’re literally the same person, just not. Confused? Yeah, me too. He tries to be polite with Edward and stuff but he just isn’t very good at it. This backfires later on.

EDWARD

Edward is weirdly chill at the start of the fic, and also a little socially awkward. But this is kind of just because at the point we’re at right now, he’s been an existing being for what, like eight to fourteen days or something?? He’s Jekyll but intensified, and if we’re going with the theme of masking, he just.. doesn’t mask anything about himself. He also actively spoils books for people which is kind of funny. Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t JUST an eccentric bad boy or whatever. He’s a terrible person. He’s all of Jekylls (or what Jekyll himself considers to be) bad traits personified. Edward is openly mean, VERY spiteful and just generally a not nice person to be around. He doesn’t like people lying to him, he knows by Chapter gen that Jekyll doesn’t like him and trust me, it’s MUCH more than what you see at the end of that last chapter (as of posting this at least). He gets MUCH worse, and the whole situation with him and Jekyll is much WORSE THAN YOU THOUGHT. (BAD-UM SSSSS PUN INTENDED. HA.)

UTTERSON

He’s concerned for his friend, Jekyll. And you know what? He’s probably the least insane and most reasonable one here. I would trust him with my life honestly. He’s responsible, kind, and generally a good person if a little bit nosy when it comes to other peoples situations. But he has good reasons. JEKYLL TRIED TO FRAME IT LIKE UTTERSON BETRAYED HIM BY OPENING THE LETTER. UTTERSON DID NOT DONT LET JEKYLL GET TO YOU UTTERSON IS A WONDERFUL PERSON.

THE MURDERER

You know, I’ve never actually done much but describe the way these guys look. But they DO have cannon designs and some pretty intense lore I’m not revealing yet because spoilers. We don’t like spoilers here.

Yes that was plural. The plural part was intentional. You’ll see.

THE MORALS

All actions have consequences: This isn’t just Jekyll creating oh super evil Edward, it’s his constant mistreatment of his already ‘evil’ or ‘distasteful’ alter ego. Jekylls first thought upon seeing Edward was essentially ‘oh fuck oh god what have I done what have I created what have I unleashed upon this world.’ Followed by pure disgust and shame about what he’s created, or rather what he’s done to himself. Of course, Edwards reaction upon digging through their memories (which is never shown, but mentioned in I THINK chapter ten?) is to be spiteful and live up to what Jekyll thinks he is.

Yes, everything CAN get worse: It’s in the name. Worse than I had thought. TGS Jekyll (Henry), upon looking at a situation almost identical to his from an outside perspective realizes that maybe his situation is worse than he plays it off to be. It’s a BAD situation for both Henry AND Hyde.

Sometimes, being TOO similar can make some people hate one another: Hyde and Edward do not like eachother. They’re too similar but also too different at the same time and it’s jarring to both of them.

And here’s the big one, Masking: Essentially Jekyll masks and put on a facade (haha get it? GET IT??) of being a nice perfect person, and isn’t very good at it and Edward goes “fuck it we ball.”

THE UNIVERSE

This is a biggie to explain. So essentially, yes, it’s a musical, but it’s not THE musical. The songs do not appear in the same order as they do in the original show, instead they appear in whatever context I say fits. The music part works as follows: The music and underscoring (music that plays during a scene or in interludes with dialogue) is an integral part of the universe. Ingrained in everyone’s minds, the motifs they need to know, what means danger, what means it’s time to sing, they know it all. And the singing? It’s just a thing that happens there. It’s a way to push along stories and life and stuff.

The story basis of the universe itself is different. It’s like a mix of the original book, the musical and TGS in a way. I’m not even 100% sure how to explain it myself. But I CAN provide some fun facts about it!!

-Jekyll does not date and is not engaged to Lisa/Emma Carew, and he’s never romantically involved with Lucy either. Because I didn’t want to write romance.

-I’m not sure if I’ll ever mention it, but it IS a cannon fact that Lisa/Emma and Lucy are girlfriends because I’m the creator of the Musical Mixup universe and I do what I want i guess

-Utterson and Jekyll have been friends since probably just before, or since the start of university! They’re very close, and there was even a deleted Edward dialogue saying “I mean, we get along better than them, still not as good as you and Utterson, though.” That was deleted because my editor, Ash, mentioned that it sounded like a dirty joke and I hadn’t intended for it to sound like that.

Aaaand that’s about as much as I can say without there being spoilers for any stuff in chapters I haven't posted yet. If that made zero sense then I apologize, feel free to ask me questions and stuff! I don’t bite, I promise!!

The end!! (For now, probably at least)

[strangestcase]

idea for a jekyll and hyde adaptation. a young dispossessed scientist is kicked out of his social circle and stripped of his title for his outrageous theories. Disgraced, he swears he’s going to get revenge.

First things first, though. Time to get his reputation back. So, he makes good use of his discoveries and, taking a serum of his own creation, radically alters his physical appearance. He fakes his death, changes his name to Henry Jekyll, gets a doctorate, and starts a whole new life. New friends, new social circle, same madness.

however… as he ages, the serum starts to malfunction. he starts turning into what he can only describe as a grotesque caricature of his former life- the angry, spiteful young man he once was, distorted into a monster that even he is disgusted by. He’s gotten his old face back, made hideous and uncanny. He’s gotten his old name back, turned into something people hiss on the streets.

Edward Hyde has come back from the dead, and he’s come back wrong.