#mr. hyde is that you

[elainiisms]

*me at the club* so does anyone wanna discuss queer undertones in classic literature?

[twofaceforever]

GUYS GUYS I NEED EVERYONE TO SEE THIS

>be me

>be edward hyde

>check if the mf i just killed is still alive

>flash a random crowd

>steal balloons

>run away

Another proof the J&H Vienna production is the best one (even if i don’t speak a word of german)

[linnytheseagull]

Here's how to spot a Mad Scientist:

Is very smart in a specific field

Probably hasn't slept in the past 4 days

Depressed

Slowly decends into madness/gets obsessed over something to the point where they destroy their lives over it/makes causing general chaos and destruction into their life goal

Here are other minor signs you might want to look out for (doesn't apply to all Mad Scientist):

Very pathetic. A loser, if you will

Is gay

Wears glasses

Has a best friend who is extremely friendly and also a poet

Graying hair despite their relatively youthful appearance

Can be a little bit silly (as a treat)

Note that not all Mad Scientists are actual scientists. The Mad Scientist can be disguised as something else and may try to trick you; do not be fooled. Look for these traits to identify a real wild Mad Scientist.

Now you are ready to go out into the wild and find your very own Mad Scientists to hyperfixate on for the next month! Hope this helped❤️

[jamiepridejester]

ive done it before but its a classic <3

[galgali]

jekyll and hyde is not about an evil guy who independently inhabits a good guy's body it's about a guy who consciously and intentionally has an evilsona

[rye-kin]

Hiiiii Edward Hyde….

[meepmorp1120]

The way Edward Hyde is described in the book is so funny because he's just. A short angry guy trampling over children in the streets

[aanthonyvb]

So you describe Henry Jekyll as "a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty” and expect me to be normal about it??

[goldrose-fever]

is it fruity to have sexual tension with your evil alter ego?

[repeatdeath]

there are so many possibilities when it comes to other symptoms of HJ7 that isnt told to us and i cannot stop thinking about it

vomiting, distorted vision, twitching, breathing problems, increased appetite, muscle numbness, false memories, auditory hallucinations, increased heart beat, hypersensitivity, lack of sensitivity, stretch marks, damaged vocal chords, memory loss, increased blood loss, swollen muscles, tics, abnormal pain, poor circulation, dizziness, nose bleeds, peeling skin, weight loss

[jekyll-hatepage]

I'm actually going to lose it. The cane Hyde used to beat Sir Danvers broke in half, symbolizing not just the brutality behind the attack but also Jekyll's constitution breaking. The cane was a gift from Utterson. UTTERSON GAVE JEKYLL SOME SENSE OF STABILITY. DESPITE THE RISKS, JEKYLL TOOK IT WITH HIM WHILE IN HYDE FORM. AAA. AAAAAAAAA

[aka-indulgence]

screaming dying throwing up, do you have any more dr sans and mr horruer... literally anything, i don't care, so long as it's MORE

That’s the kind of reaction I strive for :D Ogey, since you asked so nicely heheheue

CW: descriptive transformation?

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A large, creepy man walks through the dark streets of Shudrow, away from the yellow streetlamps. He stands in front of the closed window of a large manor, tinkering with the shutters. After a couple of clicks and creaks, the wooden window doors open.

He steps through, his height making it easy to enter without having to maneuver much- though with his height he needs to duck under the top of the window. He quickly shutters the window doors as soon as he enters.

no one to see.

Horruer sighs and reaches for his pocket, picking up the handkerchief that you dropped earlier. You were in such a hurry to get away from him… if he wasn’t frozen, he would’ve given it back to you.

… He brings it to his face and sniffs it.

smells like her.

After a moment of daydreaming, he puts the handkerchief back in his pocket, and gets to work. He puts down his beaker on his table and looks through his drawers…

where are my chemical salts?

He growls quietly. He brought it up to his work room last time, which is upstairs.

i need to be more careful next time. don’t need to be sneaking through houses…

He presses his skull to the door, taking care not to press the side of his exploded skull. When he hears nothing, he takes a peek.

… someone’s coming.

He closes the door, leaving a crack for him to look through, but small enough for it to be unnoticeable at night.

Faun walks through the corridor with a lamp, perhaps having a quick look around before retiring to his quarters. The red eye watches as the deer monster disappears into the living room. When he can’t hear his hooves anymore, Horruer opens the door and relocks the lab, quickly making his way to the stairs- no need to be quiet here, he just has to be quick.

The stairs bend heavily under him as he runs up the wooden stairs, every step a stomp until he arrives at the landing. Quickly, he slips into his work room.

He clunks the beaker on his desk, its strange contents sloshing. The chemical salts layed there, out in the open.

hrmp, need to be more careful next time, Horruer thinks, tapping the salts into his concoction.

He lifts it up to his lamp and swirls it until it looks just right. Then, he chugs it like a glass of spirits.

His sockets squeeze shut. It leaves a burning sensation down his throat- not unlike alcohol, and the tastes after weren’t pleasant. But the worst is yet to come.

He slams the beaker back on the table as he chokes, groans turning into yells as pain splits his skull and electrifies his every bones, from his ribcage to the edges of his phalanges. The gruesome sound of bones cracking fills his hearing as they twist and distort, shrinking, the hole in his skull fusing back together, leaving only miniscule fissure in its wake.

The screaming only stops once the transformation is over, the skeleton now a fraction of his previous size. He stabilizes himself on his desk, gripping it close to splinters. His hat falls on the ground. The skull that looks out isn’t Horruer’s.

Sans gasps, drool dripping down his chin, colors shifting in the liquid. He coughs and spits and swallows, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. His sleeves dangle under his hands, his pants now pooling on the ground; Horruer’s clothes were too big on him now. He looks almost like how he used to when he wore his father’s clothes when he was a younger skeleton.

The transformation was always the worst part. But the results were worth it.

As he regains his breath, he reaches for your handkerchief again. They were so small in Horruer’s hand before. Unfolded, it fit barely covers his palm. Now, it looked more like a proper handkerchief to him.

… His soul was racing when he turned and saw you, looking at him from below. You looked so… small. Everything looked small when he was Horruer, but… you looked more vulnerable like that. You looked so pretty. You looked scared of him. Everything in his mind went quiet- all he could see was you. He’d swallow his spit, fisting his hands, it took all the strength in him not to just lunge and grab you.

Thankfully for the both of you, you left before his restraint broke. He was so close, too.

Sans gulped, still panting.

“... that could’ve been dangerous,” he summarizes with alarm.

He has to make sure not to run into you, as Horruer. His inhibitions as Sans were close to naught when he was Horruer. He becomes more impulsive, volatile, unpredictable. He doesn’t know how he’d act if he saw you again. He knows he wants you but… he isn’t even sure what he would’ve done to you. And you’re too precious to risk it.

Sans sits heavily in his work chair and looks at your handkerchief once more.

“huff… i need… to give this back to her. maybe tomorrow.”

[wolfythewitch]

so if you like hadestown you must be utterly and devastatingly in love with rachel chavkin’s other broadway project natasha pierre & the great comet of 1812, the darling of musical theatre tumblr, which is about the beautiful humanity and russian richness of the last seventy pages of volume two of war and peace? right?

I haven't listened to all of it but I've listened to some of the songs! A big fan of Dust and Ashes and Letters

[scarperseus]

Me whenever I get a thought I shouldn't be having:

"Oh, looks like Hyde has a little opinion he'd like to share with us today,"

[artemisyates]

So, The Glass Scientists by Sage Cotugno is one of my absolute favourite Jekyll and Hyde stories and I would highly recommend it.

It has the same tone of lighthearted silliness mixed with genuine tragedy which I loved about the original novella

I gives Jekyll and Hyde both ample screentime so you get to see both of their perspectives, and get to know them both as people

It doesn't play the "Jekyll's pure good, Hyde's pure bad" card, which I appreciate

The character designs are great and Hyde's facial expressions are priceless!

It keeps in the queer narrative, which is a major part for many people reading the novella but I haven't seen other adaptations do it very well

It has a werewolf, and he's a very nice and sweet young man

And it's Webcomic, so it's free to read on the internet!

[your-dead-european-ancestor]

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