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The nice thing about being a fic writer and a fan artist is that you can make fan art for your fan fics

In-class doodle I colored in on my phone

Baby Jekyll and Hyde from my fic The Sandbox Scientists!

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you can’t tell me utterson and enfield didn’t at least have suspicions about what was going on

bonus because thinking about tgs from utterson and enfields perspective is killing me. pov your friend who’s a little playboy somehow manages to stick with one for almost a year and then he gets married. the gossip would be insane.

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SCREAMING OH MY GOD HYDE!!!

(Spoilers ahead)

This page is the transition to the depression stage of grief, I knew it was going to be Depression and then bargaining.

Depression:

The start of an eventual break down, Hyde is on the ground, blood on his hands, as the reality of what he just did hits him, the reality of Jekyll not coming back, its all hitting him, and he can’t handle it

He broke what he thinks is his only possible way to communicate with Jekyll and he’s officially lost. He needs Jekyll badly, Jekyll is the one who keeps him sane, weather he likes to admit it or not he cant handle this body on his own.

Hyde can’t sleep, he can’t eat, if he doesn’t have Jekyll he will literally die because he isn’t able to function as a human being and won’t be able to take care of their body. I feel like subconsciously Hyde must know this.

Even if it’s not his main concern right now it’s probably still lurking in the back of his mind that without Jekyll; he will not be able to survive

“You ruined HIM”

Not it, not yourself, HIM

This could be referring too two different things; the mirror Jekyll, or Jekyll as a person.

If its the mirror; He broke the mirror, therefore ruining it, not really that deep so that’s why I think he’s talking about ruining Jekyll

He pushed Jekyll to the edge, he ruined Jekyll’s sanity and patience to a point where Jekyll will do anything to ruin Hyde. Hyde knows that he caused this and he feels horrible about it.

Not only is the “Broken, Shattered, Smashed” talking about the mirror but It’s also talking about how everything is broken now, the system that once was no longer exists, Jekyll broke Hydes control, everything in Hydes life is Shattered to bits now

He’s kicking himself over it again and again like his mind is against him, but he agrees even if it’s not said outright it’s obvious with Hyde apologizing to the broken mirror that at least a bit of him thinks it’s true.

Seeing Hydes reflection, broken in Two, is like Jekyll and Hyde being broken apart now, his two sides even more separated more than before; even though its just 1 person again its different. Jekyll had both sides before the separation but now Hyde only has his side, he has no part of Jekyll except for the Parts Jekyll didn’t want. He Is Alone, he is a half of a whole

Hyde’s eyes look so bright and big, he looks so young here, so confused, and so desperate

“I’ll put you back together. Just don’t-“ theres a few things Hyde could’ve been saying here, but my first thought was that he’s saying “Just don’t leave” but stopping himself because Jekyll already has left him, and asking someone who isn’t there not go leave might just make him realize it more.

“I’ll fix it i swear” He’s so desperate, so desperate to show Jekyll he’s sorry and so desperate to get him back.

“Don’t leave me alone”

Hyde’s always had company, Unlike Jekyll theres never been a moment where he was alone because Jekyll was always there, even if he wasn’t talking while Hyde had taken over he was still there and Hyde knew that

But now that Jekyll is being silent, now that Jekyll has left him, he feels like he can’t do anything now. He’s officially lost, desperate for guidance, wanting to hold on to anything but all he can do is beg Jekyll to stay with him.

Hyde has no control, Jekyll has left him with nothing

Hyde has lost

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Anyways, I've written a book

It called "Not poems, or how it all began on an october night" It's cringe, but its me <3

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Maladaptive daydreaming is a behavior where a person spends an excessive amount of time daydreaming, often becoming immersed in their imagination.

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Anyways, I've written a book

It called "Not poems, or how it all began on an october night" It's cringe, but its me <3

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Feeling like crap.

Cuz, you know the funny thing?

Whenever my parent aren't home, I'm somewhat more functioning than usual. (Being functioning= able to do stuff and not just doomscroll cuz my brain can't do shit on his own.) Well I didn't do diddly for about an hour (if not more.)

And yet there are things that I do want to do. (Unfortunately not school related.)

But I just... don't. I know some of y'all fellow adhd / neurodivergent / fucked up (lovingly <3) folks will understand the feeling. Anyway, Imma try to continue my sad sorry excuse of an atempt at a book <3 Have a great day!

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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

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feelin alive, might set a city block on fire idk <3

ITS HALLOWEEN YIPPEE!!!!! I will take any excuse to wear the Hyde cosplay (both because it is fun and because I spent wayyy to much time sewing this cape just for it to hang in my closet all the time). Anyways here’s the full thing:

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SCREAMING OH MY GOD HYDE!!!

(Spoilers ahead)

This page is the transition to the depression stage of grief, I knew it was going to be Depression and then bargaining.

Depression:

The start of an eventual break down, Hyde is on the ground, blood on his hands, as the reality of what he just did hits him, the reality of Jekyll not coming back, its all hitting him, and he can’t handle it

He broke what he thinks is his only possible way to communicate with Jekyll and he’s officially lost. He needs Jekyll badly, Jekyll is the one who keeps him sane, weather he likes to admit it or not he cant handle this body on his own.

Hyde can’t sleep, he can’t eat, if he doesn’t have Jekyll he will literally die because he isn’t able to function as a human being and won’t be able to take care of their body. I feel like subconsciously Hyde must know this.

Even if it’s not his main concern right now it’s probably still lurking in the back of his mind that without Jekyll; he will not be able to survive

“You ruined HIM”

Not it, not yourself, HIM

This could be referring too two different things; the mirror Jekyll, or Jekyll as a person.

If its the mirror; He broke the mirror, therefore ruining it, not really that deep so that’s why I think he’s talking about ruining Jekyll

He pushed Jekyll to the edge, he ruined Jekyll’s sanity and patience to a point where Jekyll will do anything to ruin Hyde. Hyde knows that he caused this and he feels horrible about it.

Not only is the “Broken, Shattered, Smashed” talking about the mirror but It’s also talking about how everything is broken now, the system that once was no longer exists, Jekyll broke Hydes control, everything in Hydes life is Shattered to bits now

He’s kicking himself over it again and again like his mind is against him, but he agrees even if it’s not said outright it’s obvious with Hyde apologizing to the broken mirror that at least a bit of him thinks it’s true.

Seeing Hydes reflection, broken in Two, is like Jekyll and Hyde being broken apart now, his two sides even more separated more than before; even though its just 1 person again its different. Jekyll had both sides before the separation but now Hyde only has his side, he has no part of Jekyll except for the Parts Jekyll didn’t want. He Is Alone, he is a half of a whole

Hyde’s eyes look so bright and big, he looks so young here, so confused, and so desperate

“I’ll put you back together. Just don’t-“ theres a few things Hyde could’ve been saying here, but my first thought was that he’s saying “Just don’t leave” but stopping himself because Jekyll already has left him, and asking someone who isn’t there not go leave might just make him realize it more.

“I’ll fix it i swear” He’s so desperate, so desperate to show Jekyll he’s sorry and so desperate to get him back.

“Don’t leave me alone”

Hyde’s always had company, Unlike Jekyll theres never been a moment where he was alone because Jekyll was always there, even if he wasn’t talking while Hyde had taken over he was still there and Hyde knew that

But now that Jekyll is being silent, now that Jekyll has left him, he feels like he can’t do anything now. He’s officially lost, desperate for guidance, wanting to hold on to anything but all he can do is beg Jekyll to stay with him.

Hyde has no control, Jekyll has left him with nothing

Hyde has lost

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AUGHHH. “You ruined him”

Because when Jekyll decided to split his soul, it was because of Hyde. Because of those feelings he couldn’t repress.

Anger and passion and all those other ungentlemanly things, things that Jekyll believed were ruining him from the beginning. First, he smothered them, then he set them free– but he never accepted them.

Now look at where he is. Broken and shattered, just like the mirror. Split into pieces that refuse to work together, leaving one half to fend for himself.

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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!

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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.

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Jekyll x Hyde

I should be sleeping now.

WARNING: [MENTION OF SEXUAL ACTVITIES]

they wouldnt be in a loving relationship, they would likely have sex but not because they love each other or something like that but having sex as a show of power

Like, they know each other (They are literally the same person) and they both are actual bottoms who likes it hard (Jekyll fucking blushed when Mind!Laynon slaped his face, dont you dare-) but sinces Henry has internal homofobia; sucumbing to the plasure of such a act as having a sexual realtionship with the same sex may seen like weakness and summison

Hyde already ´seduced´ Henry to make him drink the formula, but he used words and manipulation to get what he wanted (A night of fun)

So this concept translated in a sexual context would be: They fighting for dominance

Not only using wants and desires but also lust itself too. The first one who succumbs to the plesure loses the battle. So its more like some kind of mind game to manipulate the other through the body´s senses.

Not me doing a whole explication of what would be the most realistic reason of why Jekyll and Hyde would ever want to fuck each other

Also, I can see Hyde using the nightmares to make Jekyll-

*falls asleep*

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The most recent TGS page shattered me (ehehe) AND since it would not leave my head all day, I ended up redrawing the page in my sketchbook. It was fun, and felt like good practice for poses/angles I wouldn't usually draw.

Anyway SOMEONE needs to console this poor guy. Robert where are you.

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