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...since when has Jekhyde been considered problematic?

Perhaps I'm reaching but I'd like to know what these people think about in-sys relationships, I'm just curious

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In light of some of the many things happening across the world this year, I thought this Pride Month needed a special illustration.

Happy Pride Month, may we all stay safe, look after each other, and keep painting our rainbows, no matter what. 🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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You only wanna fuck conventionally attractive Mr. Hydes 🙄

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Friend: Don't you want to have a romance?

Me: I'm good, I have romance at home.

Romance I have at home:

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super easy to make kotlc "x is related to y" theories because 60% of the characters have blonde hair and ice blue eyes

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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”

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Happy Pride Month!

Faust is back for the 5th time! If you want to use the flag of your choice as an avatar, they're under the cut. They're free to use as long as it's for personal use only.

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More...Hyde cause it feels like he's all I can draw lately

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Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍⚧️