#But it's about both hyde and Jekyll

[yon-shi]

It's the feeling of being Alive!

Filled with evil, but truly alive!

It's the truth that cannot be denied!

It's the feeling of being Edward Hyde!

[anachronisticmech]

Jekyll and Hyde sketches I did in school because this hyperfixation is no fucking joke (I’m planning my own adaptation)

[aspartame-parent]

IM GNAWING ON MY SCREEN RAAAAAAAA

[nixthelapin]

A Jekyll&Hyde type akuma whose power is to bring out a hidden or repressed part of your personality (but like, making two of you instead of switching in one body), and when Chat gets hit suddenly there’s both “normal” Chat (I’ll get to that in a sec) and Cat Walker/Patte de Velours at the same time.

(Cue Ladybug freaking out upon learning they’re the same person)

“Normal” Chat looks the same, but is just a bit more intense (since this is Adrien’s way of “letting loose” to not be how he is as a civilian, he’s not too different, but because of the split he does lose some usual traits). I.e. *heavily* flirting with LB, going at it with the puns, more agressive and impulsive with the akuma, doesnt like following orders (especially with the remaining feelings of anger towards the partnership being put further into question as LB prefers CW), heart on his sleeve

Cat Walker is also not super different to the episode he was in, but is also more intense thanks to the akuma: all business- no nonsense, doesn’t laugh at jokes (even in a “I’ll laugh if you want” way, like in Kuroneko), cordial to LB, follows LB’s orders to a T (to the point of not making his own decisions in battle), calm and collected (almost emotionless, even with that plastered smile)

CN starts to hate CW as the fight goes on, because LB seems to prefer him (and she’s understandably getting annoyed with CN’s impulsivity). CN gets territorial, saying that he’s LB’s partner. CW: “then why did she replace you with me?” (Man, look at all the self hatred in Adrien’s psyche!)

So CN runs off and leaves them alone to fight the akuma. This ticks LB off even more, but she has an akuma to deal with- and she has CW- so she lets him go.

As the fight goes on, some of the same issues from Kuroneko occur, so she also gets frustrated with CW too.

Since he’s acting more extreme than normal (more like someone awaiting orders than a partner due to the Jekyll&Hyde thing), it causes more problems (like him waiting for her decisions leaving openings where he could’ve done something proactive)

She actually blows up at him, asking why he didn’t do anything (“I was waiting for you to tell me the plan!”), and she says he should be able to think on his own, he doesn’t need her to tell him everything, but- “I thought I was just being what you wanted.”

(He’s shocked and genuinely hurt- though it’s still pretty quiet emotion, subdued and apologetic)

And that’s when it clicks for her what becoming CW was back in Kuroneko. He was molding himself for her. And this version of CW is even more of that. She realizes just how much CN suppresses, not just for her, but for everyone- why else would this be a major aspect of his personality?

(Also, Patte de Velours? Velvet Paw? That’s basically saying he’s been declawed. Yikes.)

She makes CN get his butt back to the fight (or she finds him- he may have been doing something while away like talking with someone, maybe Alya or Nino, or Luka). CN and CW argue more, with insults. Then she goes on a whole rant/lecture to them about how important they both are, both to her and to each other, how they are one person, and their traits are both important, but each extreme is not great. Ex: instinct/impulse and service/obedience (the key is self control, so that your emotions aren’t controlling you, but neither is another person). He is allowed to be both! Neither personality is bad, and hating one is just hating himself- he can’t just reject a fundamental part of himself.

She makes them agree to work together to defeat the akuma. It’s awkward at first, but they get a rhythm by seeing where each one is needed in the plan (LB does still do that, but how they follow is more fluid now). Two cataclysms now! Yay! (Maybe they used their powers already and have to de transform, and they see themselves as Adrien- the same one, not different, and it gets through their skulls. Idk I’m spitballing).

They have a quick talk between the two about accepting each other, it won’t be easy, I’m nervous, we’ll be okay (“yeah, I think we will :)”), etc.

Ends with them combining back with the ladybug cure. Surprise! His outfit is combined too! (Honestly, I just want the ponytail with the fluffy hair)

LB and CN have a talk after recharging about everything. CN apologizes for lying about CW and explains why and how he did it. LB didn’t realize how much he hid. She never meant for him to change or hate parts of himself. He thought she didn’t like the CN parts of him, but LB promises that isn’t true. She admits she did get… annoyed, but never hate! She loves both sides of him. Besides, CW didn’t work out that first time, remember? (Though she very much leaves out her intense crushing being the deciding factor there)

CN admits he feels more, well, not whole, exactly, he’s actually still pretty uncertain about what all this means for “who he is,” but… he can at least say he feels less like he has to perform all the time. He loves being Chat Noir, but he is exaggerating a bit when he transforms, in part to be not like his civilian life. He tells her he’s not like that as a civilian, but he’s also not like Cat Walker. But he’s not really sure who “he” is yet. (What I’m getting at is Oblivio!Adrien- dorky, but not over the top, in love, trusts his lady to make the plan, but is still proactive, etc.)

LB says that’s okay, he doesn’t have to figure it out right away. But she’ll be there to help him figure it out.

END

[ixea]

Jackson Jekyll & Holt Hyde

[screamingwiththewolves]

I generally don't make posts like this, cause I don't wanna start an argument or disagreement, but I do find the "Is Hyde really a person?" discourse, a bit odd...I know it's a comic, and maybe I'll be proved horribly incorrect but...

Does he have emotions, with personality traits and preferences? Yes.

Does he insist he's a person? Yes.

Then he is, in fact, a person.

[trainwrecksys]

doodles of myron (first one is if he was a wight) and also caul and also dr jekyll and also murnau is there too

[iwanttorundirectlyintothesun]

okay so ik its probably just the lighting but his eyes are so brown‽‽

its honestly reminding me of college henry like

compared to the red i was expecting,,, screaming

[thenecropolix]

I cannot stop pondering a potential Jekyll and Hyde au with Sasha.

I never read the orginal book, but having dome some digging, my understanding that Jekyll was trying to separate his "good" from his "bad" but we know at the end of the day, he and Hyde were always the same person, it was a matter of circumstances (at least how I see it).

The story behind his character interested me because it involved a teacher Stevenson knew that was found guilty for a murder, a man that from Stevenson's perspective "appeared" to be normal in how he conducted himself; naturally, I suspect the entire character of Jekyll/Hyde is based on the concept of perception and how one conducts themselves around different people (you wouldn't act around your coworkers the same way you'd act around family for instance). To one group of people, you appear as one way, but then imagine their surprise that's not how you act around a different set, as if you were a totally different person.

Such thinking has led me to the thought that the concept of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde could be applicable to masking, stimming, and emotional regulation in neurodivergent people. Given that neurotypicals expect us to conduct ourselves according to their standards and detest the way we express ourselves despite its benefits, we are forced to put on a facade that pleases them to the point that people question if we're on the spectrum to begin with.

Considering how Autistic coded Sasha Nein is, I can't help but consider him in a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde situation where the transformation into Hyde is less about indulging in immoral tendencies and moreso the repression of stimming or allowing oneself to indulge in behaviors that are looked down upon by a neurotypical society. To "normal" people, the neurodivergent person may appear beneath the definition of a "proper" person and is treated as such when the reality is their is nothing wrong with them other than they process things differently. I feel that such a subject would be interesting to explore with Sasha's character and the fantastical, gothic nature of the Hyde formula.

[k1ngrav]

thinking about the musical ver of jekyll & hyde and my headcanons of them. about how sir danvers would have been absolutely CRUSHED to see jekylls spiral and descent but HAD to be there to support his daughter through her grief versus jekyll. about how utterson was absolutely destroyed having to kill his bestfriend (and lover cough polycule gang) on a day that was supposed to be joyful and seeing the desperation in jekylls eyes and he begged him to kill him and end his misery. how in the book jekyll went to him (utterson) to write his will. how utterson intimately saw jekylls fall and felt helpless during it. how lisa felt tossed aside and desperately wanted to help her fiancé but also needed to stand firm in herself. bawling my eyeballs out as we speak.

[nihilisticlinguistics]

is there a market for a jekyll & hyde erotic novel the way there's a market for vampire sex

[magiefish]

can we hear about mary and david's friends to enemies arc? 👀

Okay. So. It's kind of hard to properly describe in detail because it is also very mixed up with a lot of worldbuilding and convoluted plots, which is why I took so long to get back to you, so I'm just going to describe the general idea of it in relation to the story's themes and the character's emotions.

So, POV David Cane (nee Miriam Alterman) to Mary Angell (nee Cecilia DeAngeli):

What if we were both children who were raised by single parents who abused us emotionally. What if my mother never respected my privacy and isolated me from everyone else, never taught me the skills I needed to survive on my own, and got angry if ever rejected her or complained, so I developed an impassive facade and never learned how to handle conflict or express my emotions. What if your father was a con-man who moved around constantly, who taught you never to trust anyone and to only ever look out for yourself because everyone is out to get you, who used the fact you were an innocent child to better deceive people, and then discarded you when you became a 'liability'.

What if, after years of you going hungry and fending for yourself and me finally deciding to run away from my mother, we both signed up as nurses in WW1 and met in the trenches of one of the worst conflicts ever imagined. What if we became all each other had, but neither of us was telling the whole truth to one another because we had been raised to believe that we shouldn't. What if you cared for me unconditionally and shaped all your medical research around helping me specifically because you wanted to prove to yourself that altruism could be rewarding, and because you believed that you were only worth anything when you were being useful. What if you performed being innocent and naive and optimistic specifically so that I wouldn't leave because you thought I wouldn't trust you if I knew the truth about how you were raised. What if I didn't know how to handle your kindness because my mother's gifts were always double-edged, and I was always waiting for the other shoe to fall. What if I became convinced that I was weighing you down and holding you back from scientific greatness because you were fixated on something I was born with over the path you could make for yourself. What if I decided that the only way to get you to leave me was to force you to, and make sure that you couldn't come back. What if I wanted you to hate me because I thought it would be for your own good if you got over me.

What if I then ended up right back in another situation where someone cared for me completely while I did nothing to help myself. What if I abandoned them so that they would hate me. What if I did it again. What if it became a pattern. What if I thought that I was so spineless, so utterly useless and incompetent, that my mere existence was inherently parasitic, and the only way to help the people I loved was to leave them, to make them understand just how awful I really was so that they would never chase after me. What if I realised that abandoning you had never really been about helping you in any way, but just reducing you into a tool that I could use to hurt myself. What if I realised that I had sacrificed our entire relationship, the potential for a happier future for both myself and you, on the altar of my own self-destruction.

What if I became so sick of myself, I illegally stole a technology that would allow me to inhabit a different body, a different persona, just so that I could loosen up and express my emotions and be free. What if in the process I realised that I had always actually been a man, but also just used the anonymity to spiral even deeper into drug-abuse, and loneliness, and self-loathing. What if I got so high I lost all sense of reality and shot myself in the head, and only realised when I woke up that I had murdered my original self. What if I realised I had made a mistake that I could never take back, that I had lost my entire identity, that there was nowhere to hide anymore and I would finally have to confront myself. What if, knowing I had nothing left anymore, I decided to go and find you just so that I could apologise, could tell you that what I did was wrong and you didn't deserve it, that I had regretted it every day of my life since then. What if I broke every law and went all the way into hell just to find you.

What if, when I found you, you were no longer the person I had called my friend. What if my abandonment had been the last nail in the coffin for you, and I hadn't even realised it. What if you decided that the only thing that mattered was being on top, was being the used and not the user, was being the person who stomped on everyone else instead of being the one getting ground under the heel. What if you put aside ethics in the name of your pursuit of science, sabotaged your opponents, stole your colleagues' work, and were rewarded for it with fame and success and money and adoration. What if you played at being the philanthropist, the homemaker, the dazzling host, while in private you used all that money you had to drink and drink and drink. What if you decided that instead of making people want you, you would make them need you, so you went around picking out the downtrodden and the isolated and setting them up with jobs and homes, so that they would owe everything to you, so that they would adore you completely. What if you cheated on your husband and neglected your child because you didn't know how to handle vulnerability, the possibility of failure, the weakness of trust.

What if, after you had gotten everything you had ever thought you wanted, you discovered that you weren’t happy or content, because getting there had required becoming the kind of person who could never rest, never live in the moment, never let their guard down for even one second. What if the only way you could justify treating other people the way you did was by telling yourself that everyone else was just as opportunistic and cynical as you, and then that meant you began to suspect everyone else of being out to get you, because that’s what you would do. What if, underneath it all, you still empathised with other people, you still wanted people to sincerely love and trust you, but you had dismissed these feelings as weaknesses and came to despise everyone who invoked them in you, so you hurt those people even when it made you feel worse about yourself. 

What if you decided that what was wrong with humanity (you) was just rooted in biology, in nature, in evolution, so you decided that the only way to ‘fix’ it was to ‘fix’ humanity. What if you had gotten older, and a new generation of scientists inspired by your work had come along, and desperate not to be replaced or forgotten, you decided the only way to get everyone’s attention again was to recreate the miracle, was to come up with a new flashy scientific discovery. What if you kept drinking. What if you weren’t wise. What if you weren’t cautious. What if you didn’t care. What if you destroyed everyone and yourself as well in the name of your own short-sighted selfishness, but you were so used to thinking of yourself as the victim that you refused to accept any blame for what happened. What if you insisted to me that I should be sorry, that I should be guilty for what I had done because it had led to this, and yet you never accepted any of my apologies. What if you had the blood of the entire world on your hands, and you blamed me for getting them dirty in the first place.

What if, when confronted with you face to face, I lied and told you I was nothing but a messenger, that I was just a friend of myself. What if, when confronted with me face to face, you lied and told me that you were still human, that you weren’t a monster, that you hadn’t caused any of this. What if we both knew the other was lying, and yet, even now, we still couldn’t be honest with each other. What if we had both lived our whole lives acting like we were isolated individuals, that our actions would have no long-term consequences because they could never affect anyone other than us, while being completely and utterly shaped by one another. What if we ruined each other. What if we ruined ourselves. What if, even while claiming that you hated me, you still kept talking to me, still kept trying to get me to validate you, still tried to make me laugh. What if I went along with it. What if I needed you. What if you needed me.

What if we weren't friends, or enemies, or lovers, but something worse. What if you

were my other half. What if we were the same person, really. And what if I had to kill you anyway.

***

So. Yeah. They’re both completely insane <3 I think about them every day <3 My Mary Angell playlist is almost 4 hours long <3 Girlie should have actually read Macbeth instead of just pretending to have read it in order to seem ‘cultured’ <3 <3

Because I’m insane, I have also taken all 22 of my major characters and aligned them with major arcana cards, because that number symmetry was just too good to pass up, and within that David is definitely The Wheel of Fortune and Mary is The Magician. I would have made her The Fool for the name alone, but unfortunately that card fit another character better.

The two of them were also born in 1899 (Mary on January 5th, David on December 25th -- yes, he is born on Christmas, now you know why he's suffered more than Jesus) and the story takes place in 1949, so they are both about 50. The two fell apart around 1925.

[vickyvicarious]

"He never told you,” cried Mr. Hyde, with a flush of anger. “I did not think you would have lied.”

+

"But I do sincerely take a great, a very great interest in that young man; and if I am taken away, Utterson, I wish you to promise me that you will bear with him and get his rights for him. I think you would, if you knew all; and it would be a weight off my mind if you would promise.”

Hyde: you would lie? to me??? can't believe this, not my Utterson... 😒

Utterson: We literally just met.

Jekyll: no no I promise you'd love him if you knew him, really. please don't hate him, please? 🥺 for me?

Utterson: He trampled a child, Henry.

...poor Utterson doesn't deserve this.

[musicalsiphonophore]

why the FUCK did they put both the unenjoyable set texts in paper one

[dampfur]

This is such a random fixation I could be having rn but I started reading Frankenstein through the Frankenstein Weekly subscription 😀

Anyway have some Victor

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I felt like I had sworn in front of a princess!" Randall admitted with a shy laugh, the rest of his family laughing along as he rubbed the back of his neck: Though he would freely admit he could cuss a blue streak with the best of 'em, he tried to keep his mouth clean in public, and certainly keep it extra-clean in the presence of an upper-class young woman like Emily. Needless to say, his failing to do so absolutely mortified him in the moment, though he could certainly laugh about it now.

"I, uh...I didn't want to sound like I had no manners," he continued sheepishly, adding, "It, uh...it did take a while for her to convince me that she wasn't offended by my cursing-I felt awful, I really did, in the moment, though, I felt like it made it seem like I was born in a barn..."

"Awww, reminds me of when August and I first started getting to know each other," Josephine giggled amusedly, seeing a lot of similarities between her husband and grandson in the moment as she went on to explain just how nervous her future spouse was in the early days, very flustered being around such a confident, forward, and scantily clad woman (which quite flattered her, honestly).

"I used to have him over for coffee after performances, and bless his heart, he was so nervous-the only thing louder than his racing heartbeat was the way his cup used to clatter against his saucer! Well, one day, he got so wound up that he dropped his cup and spilled coffee all over the rug (which didn't bother me much; if anything, the coffee stain made that cheap ol' thing look better), and between his very rapid-fire apologies, I could hear him cursing under his breath, and that only made him apologize even more!"

"I'm not usually one for vulgarity," August admitted bashfully. "But I was just so frustrated and embarrassed by my inability to sit still that it just...slipped out, and I felt awful, just awful, swearing in the presence of a lady!"

Most people wouldn't bat an eye at swearing around someone in her profession, but he was a consummate gentleman to everyone he met, and so he didn't think twice about apologizing to her (even though, as she told him, she'd heard worse).