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Soul Splitter
Happy Halloween Glass Scientist fans!!!!!
Whew! I originally made this for Maijabi in Lodgtember but didn't finish in time, I decided Halloween would be a good time for it!
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The ghosts have been in a stir the past few weeks.
They probably saw something they shouldn't have, that tends to happen with ghosts.
Normally it's something they would take to their proverbial grave, but now that they had established (semi-)reliable means of communication with the dead; it was something they took straight to Dr. Maijabi.
If he had been more gossip-minded like the other lodgers, the living world would never know peace again.
Spirits are rather nosy, they don't typically care for or against the living, but semi corporeal beings often find themselves low on choices for entertainment.
The things he’s heard about the lodger’s alone would make a practiced nun run for the hills. Though he and most of the usual haunts had discussions about it, and they'd respect if anyone stopped by to ask for privacy.
They even traveled around the town a bit, lately they'd been 'chatting’ about a soulless homunculi entering London. Something stitched and green…
Hmm, hopefully it wouldn't scare the townspeople from the exhibition.
It may be a (figuratively) soulless circus but it was theirs dammit.
Though, this 'stitched homunculi’ got him thinking.
Hadn't there been some scientist who tried that? A disgraced madman who stitched together man and beast to create monsters.
Splitting and sewing disparate creatures like that, Maijabi wondered what the soul of such a tortured being would look like.
Oh well, he was long gone by now, chased off some years ago by frightened citizens and not likely to come back without reason. No, the poor spooks were simply talking nonsense again, that's all.
“Oh! I see! It's a sort of ectoplasm!” Lavender gasped.
As much as Dr. Maijabi appreciated some nice and quiet, it was equally nice to share a cup of tea with the others. In this case Lavender and Archer, who had opted for coffee.
“Aye.” he nodded, sipping his glengettie tea, “Distilled ectoplasm with a bit of preservatives in it. A ghost version of endoplasmic reticulum, commonly known as ‘Ghosts blood’.”
“Hmm…that’s what gives cells energy right?” Archer guessed, hanging a leg over the arm of his chair,
“Does newbie need the extra energy to repress his wolf side then?”
“No, in this case it’s for a potion.” Maijabi thumped his hand on an old leather bound book in his lap.
“In alchemy ‘blood’ represents the struggle of self towards its manifestation, along with the other ingredients it will maintain Jasper’s true form, his human one.”
“Wow, I can’t believe ectoplasm of all things is what cures lycanthropy. How did anyone ever figure that out?” Lavender mused.
“Among other things. And the same way we do Miss Lavender, study the world around us and try new things.” he said wisely.
“Ha! You mean drink random stuff until something happens!” Archer laughed.
“That too.”
The scientist's laughed and chatted amiably, until Lavender realized a few too many ghosts were darting around, nervous expressions on their faces.
“Er, forgive me if this is an odd question… but is something wrong with the ghosts?”
Maijabi hummed into his tea. “Aye, they're worried about something.”
“Worried?” Lavender blinked, “Whatever for?”
“What do ghosts even worry about? Aren't they, you know, dead?” Archer asked.
Lavender smacked his leg. “Archer, that's rude.”
Maijabi chuckled.
“Not much, there’s other ghosts and spirits. There's certain cthulian beings, but they ain’t gone into your and Cantilupe’s lab since ‘the incident’.
Sometimes those with memories worry about their loved ones, though those would rather stay with them than linger ‘round this place.”
“Huh, do you think it’s another ghost then? Or something living?” Archer asked.
“Ha! The dead aren't too worried about the living, all those ‘exorcists’ on the streets are bloody fakes. They'll move on when they're good and ready.” he assured them.
“They probably just snuck somewhere they agreed not to and don't want me to find out about it.”
The two lodgers' eyes lit up, and both leaned in.
“Oh?” Archer practically purred, “Some hot gossip then?”
Maijabi laughed loudly. Yes, spending time with the others was easily as nice as spending time alone.
Dr. Maijabi checked on a large beaker of tin-mercury, occasionally giving it a stir.
At the moment he was attempting to make more seeing mirrors. One could never have enough when working with the undead after all!
Especially when Mr. Hyde regularly got drunk and fought his own reflection.
It was about time for him to be out actually. He’d been yammering on about Blackfog for weeks.
Maijabi smiled, adding the distilled ectoplasm.
He didn't believe the lodger's rumors that he and Dr. Jekyll were together of course, but privately he was glad Jekyll had someone like that in his life. The boy could use that passion when his was constantly being sucked out by those rich idiots.
Hyde had quite the future ahead of him, so long as he stayed far away from Maijabi’s lab.
The distant sound of footsteps didnt even register in his mind until it was preceded by a sudden flood of ghosts.
The rasping whispers and choked cries scraping against Maijabi’s ears.
Hes coming hes coming hes coming
Soul splitter soul splitter
Hes coming
Run!!
Soul splitter
Instantly the spirits already in the room scattered.
Weaving to and fro and even leaving the room entirely, choosing instead to flee through the solid walls of the building.
A particularly present spirit rushed right through him. Causing Maijabi to stumble back into the beaker. Splattering the thankfully room temperature mixture everywhere.
Maijabi gasped in surprise and at the cold. Clutching at his chest for warmth and the table for balance.
What was going on?! None of the spirits had ever reacted like this before!
Was there an intruder? Were they under attack?
Some ghost stayed in the room with Maijabi, either huddling behind him or swaying apathetically; still more watched the door intently, curious.
Was… there someone at the door?
Footsteps.
Maijabi could hear footsteps coming towards him, walking, walking, slowing.
There was someone right outside his door.
Knock
Knock
Knock
…
Knock
Knock
Knock
Surely an attacker wouldn't knock. What would they even be here for?
More likely it was another lodger here to get him for a surprise meeting of some sort.
Maijabi shook himself, parting from the unintentional huddle. He shuffled to the door of the lab, reaching a shaking hand to the cold metal.
He felt slight chills as the spirits tried to hold him back, hands fading through his body.
Breathing deeply, he opened the door.
Dr. Maijabi let out a whoosh of air he was holding in.
“Oh! It's just you.”
“Sorry, did I startle you? I was passing by and heard a crash .”
“Ha, not at all, you know how it is with these spooks about. Always got me on edge.”
Dr. Maijabi gestured to the mess of glass and mercury. “They riled each other up and knocked over my solution is all.”
“Ah, well that's good to hear. The ghosts, not about the solution.
Well, if all is well I won't bother you any longer. I'm just heading home for the night to rest.”
“Ha, you sure need it! Sleep well Dr. Jekyll.”
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Pranked! Bet you thought I was talking about Moraue ;p
Personally I think living spirits would be HORRIFIED by the realization that something/someone is capable of splitting souls
How would that even affect ghosts? Could that affect ghosts?
Idk I just think theyd at least be weirded out by Jekyll's experiments
Especially after being dead for a while and secure in the knowledge that nothing can ever hurt you again, then suddenly overseeing the most horrific form of physical mental and spiritual torture ever
Also I love how Maijabi proved the existence of souls and spirits and ghosts and has a ton just in his room and no one cares
NEVER relevant to the comic after the beginning ToT
#the glass scientists#tgs#lodgetember24#Dr. Maijabi#lodgetembermaijabi#lodgetember maijabi#tgs maijabi#tgs hyde#tgs jekyll#edward hyde#henry jekyll#Dr. moraue#tgs dr moraue#my fic
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DAY 3: HEAD CANONS
Guys I love Mr Tanis sm, so---
He mainly deals with seances, but is trying to work up to reanimation. For now, he can do some smaller animals and more freshly deceased pets.
Because of the seances, hes one of the more well known lodgers of the society among the higher and middle class, since seances were quite a popular form of entertainment, tho ofc Tanis takes it seriously.
Hes very empathetic and in tune with the atmosphere and emotions around him bc of his connection to the after life and spirits, and while he's usually a very kind and happy guy, he tends to get quite emotionally drained.
So!!! He hangs out with *COUGH*DATES*COUGH* Mr Doddle :3 since Doddle is basically the sweetest guy at the Society, he really helps Tanis recharge his energy, physically and emotionally.
Doddle also gives Tanis little treats and such a bunch, both for him to eat himself and to use as offerings for the spirits.
The only time Doodle really ever gets annoyed is when people are in his space when he's baking/cooking, though he can usually tolerate it more with Tanis.
Tanis works quite closely with Maijabi bc of their somewhat similar lines of work, and they have a sort of father-son type of relationship, where Maijabi sometimes mentors Tanis.
Tanis x Doddle is real
Tanis's eyes tend to glow teal the slightest bit when he's doing his work.
Tanis helps tend to Zosi and keep him as put together and clean as possible.
Spirits seem to be drawn to Maijabi and Tanis, (as well as Doddle but he doesn't notice) because of their friendlier personas and safe energy
Tanis works a little bit with Ito as well, specifically for some potions when he's trying to reanimate
I think that's all I have rn :3 I'm,,, so normal guys. And I'll have more for ship and Tanis day, dw 😋 spreading my Doddle x Tanis (which I have deemed "Swiss Roll") propaganda 🙏🙏🙏
#tgs#the glass scientists#lodgetemberHCs#lodgetember day 3#lodgetember24#lodgetember#tgs lodgers#mr tanis#mr doddle#dr maijabi
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Dr. Maijabi - Ectoplasmic Pathologist
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More Lodgers! I think Mosley is my favorite of this batch, both pose and design-wise. I'm drawing them in order of introduction, and it's almost like a cool little Easter egg hunt looking for different angles and full-body panels of characters that don't show up a ton.
(Edit! I updated the drawings, it not matching the other set was bothering me)
Thoughts under the cut again
Back at it again with the goggles and gloves! Except for Mr. Griffin which is interesting. Could be for lots of reasons, like pulling descriptions from The Invisible Man, or maybe his work doesn't require a lot of physical risk, or maybe they just didn't want all the Lodgers to feel too samey. He's still aligned with the Lodgers aesthetically through the apron, which Bird also wears. Neat! I'm very entertained by the different types of eyewear too. Some have goggles, some have binoculars, and some have layers of magnifiers like jeweler's glasses (of course I always think of the Toy Story 2 scene). I'm sure some of them have super specialized equipment too, like Maijabi probably has some sort of spectral filter lens or something.
God what I would give to pick Sage Cotugno's brain about some of these designs because I am fascinated by Mosley. They technically didn't have to go through and give each lodger such a strong sense of personality but I adore that they did! Mosley in particular reminds me of Mole from Atlantis, with the scarf and the multi-layered goggles and the digging. And Helsby wouldn't be out of place at the Benbow Inn! Know that I mean this as incredibly high praise, I could talk about the designs in Treasure Planet for days. Point is that both those movies have an incredibly strong visual identity, primarily through the character designs and architecture, and this comic feels the same way to me.
My personal favorite rogue scientist is next up! I love her design so much and I'm so excited to draw her. Also, how in the hell do you end up with "make spy bugs" as your job?? And where can I sign up?? Miss Flowers please
Mosley has my favorite pose but Griffin has my favorite face. Look at him. Grouchy bastard
I realize that I've been labeling all the Lodgers as "doctor" but it's entirely possible that some of them probably don't have doctorates. Y'know. The thing that makes you a doctor. Then again Frankenstein dropped out of college and we all call him "Dr" so I don't see why these fine people shouldn't get the same respect! Dunno if this applies to Victoria Frankenstein though. She's crazy enough to have also finished college while all the other shit was happening.
(yes I know that Frankenstein technically had all the knowledge and the expertise and was miles ahead of literally everybody else and only dropped out because he was busy proving that death is merely a temporary state and God means nothing in the face of human ingenuity and all that, but the bastard still didn't graduate and also he's an asshole so I'm gonna pick on him)
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Lodgetember Day 22: Dr. Maijabi!
Dr. Maijabi is the Ectoplasmic Pathologist of the society. He likely studies the biology of spirits and ghosts, as well as their medicinal uses.
He's an older man with fluffy white hair and blue eyes, as well as a long beard and mustache. He wears an eye patch over his left eye, gloves, a lab coat, and an orange and yellow striped bowtie and hat. He has a more easy going personality and seems to prefer his own company
Tag your posts for him with #LodgetemberMaijabi and #Lodgetember24 so we can easily see them! Also, reminder that you can continue to post from previous days, and that these lodger prompts aren't just limited to art! feel free to just talk about them, share headcanons or fics, stuff like that!
more images of him can be found under the cut! (Apologies for the darkness)
#lodgetember24#lodgetemberMaijabi#lodgetember day 17#tgs#the glass scientists#lodgetember#jekyll and hyde#tgs lodgers#daypost24
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Random TGS head canons because im board and gay I guess (only like 5…. 3 are about Flowers though so, yeah-):
Flowers has insomnia, so she builds little music boxes to help her sleep, kinda like 10 hours soothing music but in 1884(?)
Also still talking about Flowers because she’s the best lodger, she’s a feminist. Or like a 1884 feminist. Idk why when I was reading the bonus content for TGS my first thought was, wow. Flowers really is a feminist icon. I feel like she’d very politely rant about women’s rights to anyone who’s listen idk why
Wow another Flowers one- (she’s my favorite lodger once more and she’s barely in it let me have my fun-) she’s asexual and a lesbian. Idk why the moment I saw her I was like….. knowing TGS and that the lodgers are legit just a found family of gay scientists, she’s a part of the LGBT…. Projection time????? So I’m yeah…
AUNT FRANKENSTEIN STORY TIMES I saw that like one part of Jekyll calling all the lodgers huddling around Victoria Aunt Frankenstein stories or something with Aunt Frankenstein so yeah. They call them Aunt Frankenstein Story Times and it’s a weekend day chosen at random by Victoria when she has enough strength
Zosi tends to hang out with Dr Maijabi while not with Jekyll, Dr Maijabi is also basically the society’s grandfather I don’t wanna hear it all the fics depicting him as Jekylls almost father figure where correct.
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One of the lodgers works with steampunk/clockpunk robots
Depending on the age of Robecca's father, there was an inspiration (in this universe)
There is another who works with spirits/ghosts, his work may have helped in the relationship between spirits/ghosts and the material world and technologies
I think a lot of lodgers tinker around with steampunk stuff, but what comes to mind is Miss Flowers and her robot bugs! I haven’t refreshed in Robecca lore, but there definitely is some interesting things one can play around with if a lodger inspired her creation
It’s really cool to think of what inventions the lodgers have made seeping into Jackson and Holt’s time, you’re talking about Dr. Maijabi with his study with ghosts and spirits I think!
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Hyde just huffed and rolled his eyes. It was clear to Archie that he still didn’t believe his words. Soon Silver Knight came by, carrying Patricia’s body which still freaked out the blonde man even though he knew what she was now. Jenkins gently placed Patricia’s body down and the ground. He then used his robotic suit to gently place Patricia’s head back onto her body. “Every time I still get a crank in my neck from doing that. You would think I’d be used to it by now.” Patricia half complained half joke as she adjusted her head back onto her body. “Thanks Silver Knight.” She spoke. “No problem.” Jenkins replied. Hyde felt a chill down his spine, he and Henry may have encountered the supernatural before but this was still unnerving to him seeing an undead person. “So, what kind of undead being are ye?” Hyde asked curiously yet he still maintained some caution. Patricia raised an eyebrow. “Technically I’m half undead but I’m not honestly sure myself. It was kind of a sudden experience. I’m surprised you have knowledge about the supernatural.” Patricia remarked. Hyde shrugged. “Ah have encountered a few different species in my time. That’s all ye lot are getting out of me.” Hyde replied. He wasn’t going to start acting chummy with these people especially when the spooky lady scared the living daylights out of him and Henry. Though he couldn’t help but be reminded of Dr. Maijabi with Miss Spectre’s nature and apparent knowledge of the paranormal. Patricia let out a sigh and looked at Hyde with some sympathy which caught the blonde off guard a bit. “Look, I understand what it’s like to be framed for a crime you didn’t commit. You want one person to believe you are innocent when everyone seems against you. I don’t know what happened at the jewelry store nor at the incident with the fire, but I swear that you will get a fair trial from the EVA. They may be angry at you right now but they aren’t unreasonable, well not all of them. My point is that if you cooperate, there is a strong possibility that the other villains will drop the matter and let you go free.” Hyde was stunned by Miss Spectre’s words. Her tone was genuine and personal, like she had gone through something similar to what Hyde was dealing with. ‘Ah think we can trust her, Edward.’ Henry spoke in a gentle tone. Hyde hated that he couldn’t help but agree with his counterpart in some way. “Alright, fine ah will go.” Hyde relented. “But ah don’t want Whiskers to manhandle me again if ah accidentally say something that will piss him off.” Dr. Arannae, Miss Spectre, and Silver Knight looked puzzled and concerned at what Hyde said. Well, Hyde assumed that the hero support guy had the same reaction. He really couldn’t tell. “What do you mean by manhandling you?” Archie asked. Hyde looked surprised. “Ye mean ye don’t know?” Hyde inquired. The others shook their heads. Hyde wanted to cackle. He was surprised Whiskers didn’t go spreading around about a villainous act he did. The blonde man decided to be petty and rub it in these three faces at how scary Whiskers really was. Hyde ignored Henry’s protests to drop the subject. It was payback time. “Yeah, Whiskers or as you know him, Dr. Two Brains nearly choked me with his arm when ah was only defending meself. It happened right after ah brought up that Maddrix fellow when ah was trying to tell him and the redundant lady that ah wasn’t as bad as him.” Behind the robotic mask, Jenkins was glaring at Hyde. He and the others easily assumed why Two Brains would react negatively when the blonde brought up the hero killer’s name so casually. “Well Mr. Hyde.” Jenkins spoke through gritted teeth. “You do realize that Fair City is where the majority of Maddrix’s Massacre took place. Not only a lot of heroes died but innocent civilians also passed away in the chaos. Did you ever consider that Dr. Two Brains reacted negatively to you mentioning Maddrix because he might have lost someone close to him on that terrible day?” Hyde paused. He, actually never considered it. @unhingedexperimenter
(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter
Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”
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Dr. Maijabi: There are three ways to do this: the right way, the wrong way, and the Ranjit way.
Virginia:...what's the Ranjit way?
Dr. Helsby: The wrong way, but faster.
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SANS UNDERTALE ?;!:?:?!;!;?:?;?:?;?:?
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gosh I love bad endings but I hate bad endings and my brain is already spiraling into how to Fix It™
I love love love love love your AU (it’s so creepy! but it’s SO COOL!!) and gosh I can’t even begin to imagine how horrified the Lodgers were when Frankenstein revealed what happened to Jekyll
But (oh no, it’s the B word) since this AU has a ton of branches, maybe there’s a not-so-great-but-not-as-bad-as-the-others version? A sort of... branch from a branch. (Note: two branches, actually, since as I was writing this a second one popped into my head.)
In this, Jekyll doesn’t escape the party in time, but still escapes? I guess Maijabi and Frankenstein figure out something’s off a lot sooner than they really do, but it’s still after Jekyll is turned into a doll? And along with Jasper they go into the party like in the first branch. There they find Jekyll, who I guess is hosting for tonight? And he barely recognizes them save for Jasper (because he was a candidate for the next invitation).
It gets kind of fuzzy from there, but I guess somebody mentions Lanyon and that gets Jekyll to snap out of it for just a second? And everyone gets thrown out of the party (and the dream), and when they wake up Jekyll’s dead. Yeah. (Hyde is there, too, and everyone can see him, but he’s confined to mirrors and says at least fifteen swear words throughout the course of the party.)
Also maybe something where Jasper is invited after Jekyll dies? It ends similarly to the first branch (the “good” ending you have for the AU), where Jekyll gets rescued. Except it’s Jasper instead of Jekyll. Because Jekyll’s body is dead. Also Jekyll would be the host of the party in Jasper’s “nightmare.” I dunno, porcelain!Jasper seemed fun.
Porcelain Jekyll au
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This is gonna be long so heres a tldr
TLDR: Jekyll gets taken to a sort of real nightmare party full of dolls, if he misbehaves they'll kill him and if he's a perfect gentleman he'll turn into a doll. There's a branch where he's rescued and two where he turns into a doll
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#porcelain au#I'm sorry for ruining it#but I had Ideas and I couldn't just leave them#the glass scientists#henry jekyll#jasper kaylock#dr. maijabi#victoria frankenstein
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Day 28: Mr Tanis!!
MY BBG 🙏🙏🙏 had a wip of him with mindyons ghost lads I did over a month ago and decided to redraw it, since my style has changed a good bit. I've been waiting so long jskvkke but!!! Yapping!!!
OKAY, SO JSKVKKSKV, Victorian necromancy was a sort of sub category for Victorian spiritualism. Around like,, 1860 I believe, the interest in spirits and other occult type things sort of boomed. People became kinda obsessed with talking to and learning things about all sorts of spirits, and this is when seances became kinda big. Like, a shit ton of people would do them, especially higher class folks, bc it was kinda like entertainment. And since death was so widespread back then, a lot of people would want to talk to those that have passed. (Forgive me if I get anything wrong tho, I read about a bunch of this over the years and am just recalling)
Necromancy tho!!!! Generally people think of completely reanimating the dead and stuff, but for Victorians it was moreso reanimating the *spirit or soul*, basically bringing the spirit back to ask it questions, usually about the future or to answer mysteries, like cause of death and blah blah blah. Tho, with the creatures and world of tgs, it can kinda be assumed that Tanis does *also* dabble in fully reanimating things-- most likely small animals or pets and such. I like to think he helps keep Zosi good and well, personally :3 but yeah, it can probably be assumed that he might be trying to work up to resurrecting people and such, but he *probably* mostly dabbles in seances and connecting with spirits/the spiritual world and such. He probably does resurrections for recently deceased pets and such, and spiritual readings/seances for higher class people, or just people who seek out his stuff. Which!! I think would make him one of the more popular lodgers among higher society.
Hcs: I think he's a very joyful and social guy, which can vaguely be seen, mayhaps partially bc of high empathy from his line of work. He's more in tune to emotions and atmosphere bc of the connection he's built with the spirit world. Because of this, I feel like spirits and stuff are also just very drawn to him (and Doddle for his constant positive energy, though he doesn't notice them)
Also!!! Works quite closely with Dr Maijabi me thinks, I bet they've got a nice found family dynamic, not only bc of their somewhat similar lines of work, but also bc they're both immigrants. I think him and doddle are friends too (*COUGH*boyfriends-) bc doddle seems like such a constantly happy and positive guy so I think doddle would help recharge him emotionally
Anyways. I have more, but I can't remember it rn bc I'm being yapped to and can't think properly dhvjsjjc, thank you for reading!
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Lonely Days Not So Lonely [A Ghost!Jekyll Fic]
So... Yet another oneshot, this time for a ghost au branch I don't believe I have even talked about! But basically; Henry is a child ghost and Maijabi adopts him. Family fluff to ensue. Also I gave up on this one like halfway through so <3
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Wordcount: 3698
Summary: Henry Jekyll dies at the age of 10 and is doomed to roam the world as a ghost. Two decades after his death, a new friend leads him right into the arms of someone that can understand him.
Relationships: No romantic/sexual relationships, only familial ones.
CW: Mentions of death and chronic illnesses.
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Henry Jekyll had gotten used to his quiet existence.
It had been... Decades since he took his last breath, but he couldn’t say that he necessarily counted the passing of time anymore, having long since forgotten that living habit. Days became nights and nights became days and days became months and months became years and years became decades... It was all just like a giant river that continued to flow, Henry merely let it take it where it wanted him to go with no real care for where he ended up.
He could still remember when his parents broke the news to him, that they were going to move from Glasgow and all the way down to London for better work, he can distinctly remember how exciting he thought it was; to see a new place, move into a new house, a new beginning. He could remember it all, the waiting, his father lifting him out of his wheelchair to place him on the cushioned seats of the train, the cracks of new gravel and pebbles under the wheels as his parents showed him around the new town. So large, so different, and yet so incredibly similar to Glasgow. A beautiful mess of towering houses and brick walls covered in ivy, he remembered convincing his parents to stop by the river Thames to watch the water and the boats. It was so beautiful, for a moment it seemed like his parents didn’t exchange those nervous glances behind his backs, as if he wasn’t sick, as if everything was okay.
Two years into their new home, Henry had gotten worse. He was barely ten years old but the conditions that had chased him came back in tenfold. The inflammations were back, he had caught something again, he wasn’t even sure what it was. He remembered feeling paralyzed and limp as his father would prop him up into his lap while his mother spoon-fed him his dinner, barely able to move his head or the muscles on his face. Perhaps Henry should have realized that things were getting worse when his mother’s wonderful food suddenly tasted so dull, and when the smells of freshly baked pastries didn’t reach him. He remembered not being able to get out of bed on his own, he couldn’t even sit up anymore. He remembered his father would stay by his side every night, “to scare the monsters away”, he had said. He knew Henry was scared, but... Henry realized that the nightly watches weren’t about monsters in his closet or under his bed, it wasn’t about his fears lurking beneath the surface in hopes of devouring him... No, it was to make sure his lungs didn’t stop their struggle to keep him breathing during the night when he slept. It had calmed Henry to know the truth. He hoped that-- if he was calm-- things would get better. If he didn’t worry about the darkness and if he didn’t fear the loneliness, if the cold didn’t terrify him and if the sinking realization about the empty promises of “better” didn’t petrify him, things would be better... If he made it easier for his parents, things would be easier for him, too.
Perhaps an easy death had made it easier for all of them, after all. 10-year old Henry Jekyll passed away in his sleep two years after the move to London, he had been cradled in his father’s arms when he took his last breath and closed his eyes. Both of them thought he was falling asleep, and he thought he was asleep, at least until he heard his father’s soft whispers that turned into broken, strangled sobs. He had opened his eyes again, he had managed to move... But he wasn’t in his body anymore. He watched his father holding the corpse of who he once was, he heard him call for his mother, he watched them both mourn him. The son they spent 10 years raising, the boy they spend 10 years taking care of, the 10-year-old boy who had suffered from a broken body... Now laid limp in their arms, cold and pale, never to open his eyes again.
Henry watched them that night. He wondered if it all was a dream. He sat on the edge of his bed-- for the first time being able to move his entire body freely-- and tried to comfort his beloved parents. He tried to calm them, he tried to tell them that he was still there, but they didn’t hear him. They were in denial for a while, Henry knew, but alas... He watched them sooner or later placing his body down on his bed again, carefully as if scared of still hurting him, before they placed a white sheet over his body. In the morning his body was taken away, he didn’t follow it. A week later his funeral was held. A few new faces Henry recognized as his parents’ new friends had attended, a few of the nurses and doctors he had frequently visited came by briefly.
He had to admit that he liked the lamb on his headstone. He knew his mother sew the clothes he wore in his casket herself.
His parents lived through the rest of their lives in the house Henry had died in, never getting any other children. They had locked the door to his old bedroom. They had mourned him every day, he knew they had reserved a spot by the dinner table for him. His picture hung on the mantel of the living room fireplace. He knew his father had a small photograph of him and his mother in his wallet, he knew his mother had a picture of him in a locket worn around her neck. They had visited his grave every holiday to give him flowers, Henry would always sit on his headstone and blabbered on about whatever new and interesting thing he had found that that day as if his parents could hear him. But time passed... His parents passed peacefully, old age taking his father, his mother following suit just a few months later. They were buried next to Henry, and despite Henry’s excitement, despite Henry’s wish to finally reunite with his parents... They never came back. Henry remained alone in the graveyard, a new family moved into the old house, the old belongings were stuffed into the attic. Almost all year round now... He was alone, and yet he didn’t fear it anymore. He wanted to do everything he had never gotten to do as a living child, and even if it was lacking, it could make do.
Now, two decades after his death... Henry didn’t have to be alone anymore.
After all, he found a friend.
He found a small dog-- a terrier, he was sure-- roaming his churchyard one day. His fur was some sort of grey and his eyes were a glowing red, it almost took a moment for Henry to realize that there were giant patches of exposed flesh and bone on the little dog’s figure, the canine was a grim, but he wasn’t connected to this church, around his neck was a collar with the name “Zosimos”. Henry had always loved dogs, of course he had. He had not wasted a second to play around the gravestones with the little one, chasing each other and savoring the fact that he could touch him, Zosimos seemed to enjoy his company just as much as Henry enjoyed his. He could remember his father’s old hounds, two gentle springer spaniels that would stay with him during the long days when Henry couldn’t even get out of bed, having passed long before they moved from Scotland to England, and Zosi was just as gentle and just as playful, this time Henry could actually play with him. He did not need to breathe, yet the laughter he let out made was enough to use up the little air his small lungs could take in. His quiet existence was a lonely one, but for a short while, Zosimos managed to make it a little brighter.
Henry was not sure how much time had passed with the two of them just running around the graveyard like this. No one seemed to be around just that day, perhaps it was just luck. They ran around the tombstones and played fetch with an old branch from the willow by the church, Zosimos seemed to particularly enjoy playing hide-and-seek with him, but of course... All good things had to come to an end sooner or later; after a few hours had passed, the bright blue sky turned cloudy, grey and dull, ominous. Henry had always disliked the rain, at least when he was forced to be out in it. He guessed he was lucky enough to not be allowed outside when it rained when he was alive, perhaps he was lucky enough to be able to go where he wanted now that he was dead, but that didn’t make the feeling of rain through his spiritual body any more pleasant. A glance down at his new companion confirmed that the grim didn’t seem to like the rain a lot, either. Zosimos gave a low growl, glaring up at the sky before he began to trot along to the entrance of the graveyard.
Oh... Was it time for him to go now? Henry couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He couldn’t just-- just follow him, could he? Maybe? He wasn’t sure where he was going, after all.
Well, Henry didn’t have to answer that question himself. When Zosimos was by the gate, he stopped and turned around, tilting his head at where Henry was awkwardly standing. A skeletal paw brushed over the gravel, small yiffs escaped him, as if wanting him to follow, waiting for him, not moving until his new friend would join his side.
Oh, the rain was getting closer, Henry could hear the thunder. He had always been scared of thunder, he didn’t want to be outside here, alone in the graveyard, when it came. He hurried next to the delighted grim, who trotted out of the churchyard once his new friend came by his side, glancing back to make sure he was still by his side as they walked.
Much as expected, the rain was quickly starting to single down from the sky, the drizzle soon turned into a pour. They couldn’t hide from it, yet Zosimos only quickened his pace to escape the rain. Luckily, it didn’t seem like they had to travel far. After a brief and quite daring escape into the calm and trafficked roads, they came in front of a... A bombastic building, it almost looked like a castle. Enormous marble pillars that reached up so high Henry almost felt dizzy trying to look straight up at them, a mystical emblem proudly and ominously glaring down at the streets from its place on the portico. The spectacular building through the lens of the growing fog and heavy rain made it look nothing short of... Incredibly fascinating and intimidating at the same time. Henry could only stare for a few short moments before he noticed that Zosimos was running into the building’s open doors. Henry couldn’t say he understood what was going on, but he still followed. After all... What harm could it do? No one could see him anyways. He... He could just follow and escape the rain for a bit. Then he could go back to the graveyard, or... No, not home. There was no home anymore for him, his parents were gone too. No... He could stay for a little bit.
Zosimos hurried his pace, soon he was sprinting. For such a small dog, it was certainly hard to keep up with him. Henry couldn’t even get a chance to look around them, where they were and how the place looked like. He didn’t even get a chance to glance at whatever strange things caught his eyes, Zosimos herded him where he wanted them to go, and soon... The dog stopped, right in front of an open door. Henry could hear someone inside, pacing back and forth, tinkering with something. A soft hum, a melody he didn’t recognize. Zosimos continued inside, but Henry... Henry stopped, moving to the edge of the doorframe, hiding behind it while forgetting that no one could see him anymore.
“Oh, there you are, Zosi!”
Henry ducked behind the doorframe again, very carefully peeking back again. An older man with dark skin was the source of the newly-stopped humming, yet it was hard for Henry to get a good look at him. He wore a white lab coat that covered most of his able-bodied yet meek frame, on top of his bushy white hair was a stripped, orange cap that matched the bowtie around his neck. Was that an eyepatch on his left eye? Henry couldn’t help but to tilt his head, purely in confusion and yet giving himself a better view. What was this place? Only now did Henry allow himself to look around him. A... Seemingly normal corridor was where he was currently hiding, but inside the room... A closer glance inside the actual room revealed the most fascinating things-- Henry couldn’t begin to comprehend it.
Was... Was this some sort of fever dream? A haunting hallucination? What was this place? He couldn’t describe it. He didn’t even know what he was seeing.
He blinked, realizing his position. He felt... Drawn into the room, like some unknown force was gently pushing him into, a wind guiding him, yet he stood steady fast by the door, hidden out of view... Just in case. He might be dead, he might be invisible, but you never truly escaped the timidness and anxiety of the person you once were.
He watched the man pick up Zosi, the eager grim happily wagging his skeletal tail as his tongue came out to lick the man all over the face. The man laughed softly, although he just began to tsk.
“Did you get caught in the rain again, dear? Oh, no, this won’t do. We’ll have to dry you off, sweetheart.”
Was he Zosimos’ owner? Oh, he must be. What a peculiar man... Yet Henry didn’t get a lot more time to watch. Soon Zosi began to struggle in the man’s grip, whining softly. His little paws pushed on the older man’s hands, looking straight towards the door where Henry was currently peeking. The older man looked straight at Henry, probably through him, yet Henry quickly ducked behind the wall again, out of any possible sight or line of view with a gasp.
“Oh, Zosi, have you made a new friend?”
Uh oh-
Henry stopped, he would almost have tried to hold his breath if it wasn’t for the fact that his lungs didn’t work anymore. Pained, panicked gasps of air that didn’t even come into his lungs filled the air, echoing into his own ears. Was it merely a hallucination to hear a thing he couldn’t do?
“Oh, you don’t have to be scared, now. C’mon, you don’t have to hide.”
Henry hesitated. The voice sounded calm, so sure and warming, yet Henry still hesitated. He bit his lip, slowly moving to peek through the open doorway again.
The man was turned to him, a warm smile on his face. His eyepatch had switched sides, he was... Looking at him. He was actually looking at him, not through him, not beside him. The older man’s smile brightened once he saw the boy, yet Henry cowered a bit more, so very shy. He could see that Zosimos was still in his arms, watching him, happily wagging his tail once Henry dared a little more. So gently encouraging, so welcoming... Soon Henry was in his view, taking a few steps forward to fully enter the room, gently brushing his hand over his arm in an attempt to calm his nerves, looking down at the floor until he finally got the courage to look up at the older gentleman.
“Hello there,” the man greeted, voice impossibly softer as he went down on one of his knees, bringing himself to Henry’s level as he put Zosi down on the ground again. “What’s your name, love?”
Henry’s hands began to fidget, he felt himself gulping, yet the man seemed patient, patient enough to not further ask the question, only waiting for a response.
“...Henry.”
Zosimos pattered over, sniffing at Henry’s feet, sitting down by his side and looking up at him with those glossy red eyes. Henry almost immediately felt calmer, bringing down his hand to scratch the dog behind his ears, still looking over at the old man... Almost a bit suspiciously, and yet the old man just... Smiled at him still, staying on the floor.
“Zosi found you, didn’t he?” He asked then, still just as gently as before.
“... Yes, sir. He- uhm... He came to my graveyard. We played a bit, before the rain came.”
“Oh, he is a sweetheart, is he not?” The old man chuckled, standing up again. Zosi seemed unsure on whether to stay by Henry’s side or run up to his owner, wanting to go in between them, too excited to contain it, wanting the attention of both of them.
“He... He is. Is he... Is he your dog?”
The man nodded softly, moving towards a cabinet in... In the room? The lab? Henry could still not understand what this place was, yet he watched the man curiously.
“He is. I adopted him after his church was destroyed, poor thing.” The man tsked, pulling out two teacups and a kettle from the cabinet. Henry tilted his head as he watched him move towards what seemed to be a bit of a kitchen area. He filled the kettle with water right before putting it on a stovetop, putting the heat on before he turned back to Henry again. “He likes the roam the other graveyards around the district sometimes, although I do have to believe that this is the first time he has brought home a friend.” He smiled, gesturing towards Henry. Henry would have blushed, had he had any blood left.
“...What’s your name, sir?”
“Oh-? Oh! Oh, my name is Maijabi. Terribly rude of me to not introduce myself.” The man-- Maijabi scolded himself softly, clicking his tongue again. “I’m the resident, ah... “Ghost scientist” here, so to speak. A ghost doctor, of sorts.”
Henry’s stopped, blinking slightly, yet he could almost feel how his eyes began to shine with wonder. Wonder and excitement, happiness, for a moment forgetting his timid nature.
“Science? I love science!” Henry almost squealed, happily bouncing on his feet at such a mention. He really loved science! He read any scientific book he got his hands on, any book his father would give to him, he always wanted to become a scientist when he grew up and- well... That... That didn’t end up happening. But regardless, Henry didn’t let that stop him, instead, he just gasped. “Wait, is this a science place?”
Maijabi seemed taken aback for a bit, yet just smiled even brighter at the boy’s excitement. He moved towards a small table right next to the kitchen area he stood by, taking a seat on one of the two chairs while patting the spot in front of him for Henry to sit down by. Henry almost immediately followed, happily sitting down on the seat offered for him.
“It is a science place. This is the Society for Arcane sciences, where dozens of scientists live to study our respective sciences. What kind of sciences do you enjoy, Henry?” Maijabi finally replied to Henry’s excitement. Zosi was quick to move to their side again, this time gently whining by Henry’s feet, begging to be picked up. Henry wasted no time in picking the little dog up and placing him in his lap.
“Alchemy! And necromancy- I love Frankenstein!” He couldn’t sit still in his seat anymore, he was practically vibrating with excitement. Zosimos did not seem to mind at all, and neither did Maijabi. Maijabi just seemed to grow more and more excited too, matching the boy’s bright mood.
“Frankenstein? You’ve read the book?”
“Yes! Father used to read it to me all the time-- he never particularly liked the book but he still read it for me when I was sick!” Henry began to swing his legs back and forth, he was quite sure he hadn’t been this happy in... Years, actually. He had always been so alone and now-- now he had someone to talk to!
“Oh, that’s wonderful! We are all just a bunch of Frankenstein enjoyers here.”
Maijabi let out a chuckle, giving Henry a last smile before he stood up again. He turned around to the stove to tend to the kettle with now-boiling water, quickly pouring it into the two teacups. Then he rummaged for a cabinet over the counter, taking out a glass container with tea herbs and measuring a few teaspoons of it into the two cups. Once that was done, he placed everything back and moved both teacups to the table, sitting down once more while sliding one of them over to Henry.
“Now, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, hm?”
And so Henry did. He finally had company, he finally had someone to talk to. He spent the entire day talking about himself, about his old life, about Frankenstein, about his time as a ghost, and in turn, Maijabi told him about so many new and wonderful things. He told him about his home back in Australia, he told him about his work as an Ectoplasmic pathologist, about all the wonderful things that went about within these walls, under the roof of the Society.
And he let him stay.
When evening had fallen, Maijabi had offered Henry to stay with him... And Henry had agreed. He felt at home, he felt happy. He... He could live again. He could be happy.
And of course... If anyone would come and ask Maijabi who he was talking to when they caught him talking to himself, he’d merely smile, and say “a friend”.
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The Glass Scientists: Info from the Author's Notes (Chapter 2)
The title of chapter 2, “Being for the Benefit of Dr. Jekyll,” is a reference to the Beatles song "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite"
Sabrina used it to set the tone of this chapter, “that of a whimsical, slightly haunted circus with a larger-than-life ringleader” (Jekyll being the ringleader ofc ♥)
It’s also very fitting because the song itself was inspired by a mid-Victorian circus ad of the same name
“Whereas most werewolves only transform at the full moon, Jasper transforms during any night a moon is clearly visible, and his wolf form tends to wobble back and forth between various combinations of -wolf and were-“
Sabrina calls the exterior of the Society for Arcane Sciences “the facade” which is 1) definitely a reference to the Jekyll and Hyde musical and 2) a recurring theme in Jekyll’s life
“Jekyll is concerned, above all else, that people's first impression of the Society be of respectability and reasonableness. But beyond the facade, he allows the building's residents more free reign--he has to, or else risk stifling their creative powers. And so there we can see glimpses of the Society as it truly is: a big, unruly pit of gears and smoke. Respectability in the front, madness in the back. So yeah, it's a rogue science mullet.“
“The Society's exterior is based largely off the Royal College of Surgeons in London.“ Which includes Sabrina’s favorite London museum: The Hunterian Museum
The person whose belongings fill the museum, John Hunter, was one of the inspirations for Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll (aka The OG)
The atrium of the Society is based off of the interior of the Paris Natural History Museum
The Lodgers are pretty sure the Leviathan skeleton isn’t completely dead
The Lodgers are “the rowdy children in a big, weird, happy family. Jekyll is the mom. Mum, rather.“
“Archer is loyal, energetic, and ambitious, but also quite stubborn. He often butts heads with the much mellower Mr. Bird and prefers to spend his free time with the other young Lodgers, often staying out late on the town. In other words . . . he's one of Jekyll's problem children.“
Jekyll holds a poisonous flower (wolfsbane) way too close to comfort. Because just like all rogue scientists, he is not known for stellar safety practices (which, considering he mixes up a bunch of chemicals and downs them without testing it on literally any living being before him...yeah that holds)
Dr. Maijabi's covered eye has a kind of "spectral vision." Maijabi’s non-covered eye is adjusted to seeing our world and his covered eye is adjusted to seeing the supernatural world. The eye-patch prevents it from re-adjusting to our world. (This is based on the idea that pirates would use eye-patches to train one eye to see better in the dark and the other to see better in the light.)
Dr. Maijabi is aboriginal Australian
All characters are bisexual, unless stated otherwise
The term “bisexual” will probably not be used on page, as it did not exist in 1885 (the setting of the story)
“The world of The Glass Scientists is almost entirely like our own, with the exception that certain old-timey scientific oddities are now scientific fact--Jekyll's neo-alchemy, the Hollow Earth theory, phlogiston . . . stuff like that.“
Mr. Helsby is based on Captain Nemo, a character in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
Mr. Helsby is an exploratory bathynaut. He works on deep-sea submarines, diving bells, and underwater ships
Mr. Luckett often says, "Every challenge has a solution no matter how unlikely the solution is or how bad the problem is. So... Chin up."
Rachel likes to play pranks on Jekyll, to the point where he “ has long since gotten used to this kind of morbid tomfoolery from her”
Jekyll is “enormously concerned with staying on the Lodgers' good side and upholding his reputation as A Good Guy and not some stuffy administrator (putting the "pal" in "princiPAL"), which is why he tends to express his frustration in little moments of micromanagement rather than outright control.”
The Society has a lot of safety measures built into its structure (i.e. cutting edge fire escapes, ventilation)
“Hyde is not subtle when he talks. He never conceals his attempts at emotional manipulation. Even his cleverness is painfully obvious (think: high school kid who looks up all the big words in the dictionary and seems to have a fixed, uncomfortable smirk at all times).“ This is because he, like all our inner voices, have a “direct hotline to that part of your brain that feels stuff.”
“Hyde is a big, big fan of Irish music and often sings songs to himself when he's in a good mood.“
“Jekyll's office is filled with custom-made glass cabinets housing all of his alchemical supplies, as well as just about everything scientific he has collected over the years. Every single item in those cabinets has deep sentimental value to Jekyll, but he hasn't taken any of them out in years. Most days he doesn't even look at them. The office also has thick red curtains which drench the room in a vaguely Hellish light“
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A very long time ago I suggested a MBaV au then later took it down because I didn’t think that many people watched the show so not many people probably knew what I was talking about. I’ve decided to bring it back.
I had art to go with this (Which I might have posted earlier so my apologies if this is the second time you’ve seen this au) but people didn’t seem particuarly fond of it and I was worried that the art would be offputting from the actual concept.
Anyway, MBaV stands for My Babysitter’s a Vampire and it was this cheesy supernatural show I watched when I was a kid. This au has a few differences from the show, either because the time frame doesn’t fit (MBaV is set in the modern day, TGS is Victorian London so some things don’t match up), because I don’t properly remember the episode (It’s been a long time, not everything will match up. There are some episodes that I didn’t see at all.), or just because the change seemed better fitting for the au.
Dr Jekyll is a powerful spellcaster who, after a mishap with a spell years ago, accidentally split himself into two. While Jekyll is known for being one of the older and more skilled spellcasters in London, Edward has a bad habit of messing up spells, either by not reading through the consequences before using them or reading them backwards. He’s technically still powerful but it’s difficult for people to tell when so many of his spells go sideways.
The pair can hide memories from each other and both use it to screw with the other.
Jekyll runs a society for the supernatural, trying to keep the supernatural side of London from messing around with the normal side too much. However, the society has a cover of being a society for the sciences so it attracts a mixture of regular humans and the supernatural meaning that:
A. The supernatural side of the society has to be hidden from some of the society’s members
B. They’re not actually sure how many are human and how many are supernatural, leading to some more malicious monsters slipping in.
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Lanyon, meanwhile, is a seer. By touching people or certain objects he can receive visions of the future or the past but they’re not always clear.
Throughout his life, these abilities have allowed him to learn a lot of things he didn’t want to know about - he always knew when other people were just trying to use him, he always knew when something bad was going to happen to someone, and it left him rather cynical and detatched. He does his best to avoid contact with people to avoid getting these visions.
However, he starts to get particularly bad visions from Dr Jekyll, hinting that Edward Hyde will eventually start being a danger to Jekyll. As a result, he’s doing his best to figure out what the deal with Edward is before it’s too late or, at least, get rid of Edward before things can come to pass.
Rachel and Henry don’t seem to take him seriously about Edward (Rachel doesn’t want to believe that Edward could hurt Jekyll and, therefore, reasons that Lanyon’s visions aren’t telling him everything and Jekyll, obviously, already knows everything and wants Lanyon to stay out of it before he learns the truth.)
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Rachel is a fledgling vampire, bitten and turned by Moreau, the leader of a vampiric cult. She hasn’t drunk human blood yet which means she’s weaker than most vampires, hoping that, if she remains a fledgling (continues to not drink from people) she might one day be cured.
Jekyll helps make a blood substitute for her so she never has to drink from a human.
The Elephants are an all female all vampire group so Lucy and Elsie are very supportive of Rachel’s vampirism and often give her advice on the matter. (Although they don’t really get her aversion from drinking human blood.) Lucy is a very old and powerful vampire.
Eli was killed by Moreau when he ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Frankenstein is a necromancer who came to London looking for the powerful spellcaster she had heard so much about, wanting his help to cure vampirism entirely. However, the moment she arrived she ended up in an altercation with Moreau, leaving her injured. To her annoyance, she had to pick up the cover of being a scientist looking for a cure for her son’s terrible condition (The son being Creature.) and was taken in by the society while she searches for the spellcaster in her spare time. To her extra annoyance, every time she slips away and starts trying to track the spellcaster, it always somehow seems to lead her directly into the path of “the naive human” Dr Jekyll leading to her being put back to bed every time.
In all fairness, Jekyll has perfected the ignorant human act.
Things become trickier however when her spell finally leads her to Edward Hyde instead, leading her to believe that he’s the spellcaster. Edward doesn’t correct her or even let Jekyll know about this, wanting to prove himself as powerful as Jekyll.
Eventually, he starts searching for a powerful magical artifact which could help them. A magical artifact with absolutely no corrupting properties at all. Ever. It’s perfectly safe and will not at all ever send Hyde, already the personification of evil, towards trying to eliminate his good half and take over London. Of course not.
Jekyll knows that something bad is afoot but, with Hyde blocking his memories from him, he doesn’t know exactly what. Neither does Frankenstein realize her mistake until it’s too late.
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The lodgers:
Helsby is a mermaid. When he’s touched by water, he turns into his mermaid form and his singing voice can send everyone around him into a rage. After he causes a lot of chaos around the society, Lanyon, Rachel, and Hyde set out to try to defeat him in a music contest. If he loses, he has to stop. This plan goes sideways when Hyde marches in with a trumpet cursed to make the most horrible noise possible and basically forces Helsby into submission instead. And destroys Lanyon and Rachel’s eardrums in the process.
Jasper is a werewolf as always. He came directly to the society, looking for help with his condition, fearing the danger of his werewolf half. Werewolves and vampires have a natural rivalry but Rachel just decided that the taboo of it was just more romantic and fell for him. When the full moon came, though, everyone found out that Jasper just turns into a harmless dog. Rachel was a little disappointed but still loved him anyway.
Cantilupe is an ancient god who slipped in with the intent of collecting followers in the society to bring about the apocalypse, pretending to be a zoologist. However, she then met Lavender, a newer human zoologist who viewed her as her senior and constantly looked for Cantilupe’s help with her work. Cantilupe decided she was fond of this tiny human and stopped trying to end the world. Lavender still isn’t aware that her senior is a literal god.
Maijabi is a spirit that can inhabit mirrors. His cursed mirror was accidentally taken in by the society where he began to manipulate people who looked into his mirror into harming people around them to get revenge for his death after dying in a prank gone wrong. As it turned out, though, Lanyon could see him for what he was thanks to his powers. After stopping him, Jekyll used his magic to make him visible to other people so he can sort of live again. He still can’t touch people without passing through them.
Sinnett is human but, at one point, a sentient tree ends up getting into the society and taking control of all of the automatons, technology, and clockwork in there, including Sinnett’s arm. He helps arm the trio with flamethrowers to fight the tree but they couldn’t get the last bit of tree of out Sinnett’s prosthetic arm. Now he has to deal with an evil tree in his arm which occasionally tries to convince him to destroy the world. He tunes it out.
Tweedy is also human but he’s a “paranormal investigator” who came to the society looking for ghosts. Most of his equipment suspiciously goes off around Rachel (She is undead and all) and everyone has to keep trying to hide the numerous ghosts and zombies in the society.
Bryson is the ghost of a once famous aeronaut looking to regain his lost fame. He tries to force Lanyon as the only person who can see him into helping him with this but Lanyon knows absolutely nothing about aeronautics.
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Other things:
Once, as a lesson to try to teach Robert, Rachel, and Edward to work together, Henry secretly used a spell to send each one of them into their own pocket dimension based off of each of their fears. Initially it was supposed to have safeguards in place to keep the exercise safe and keep the fears mild.
Hyde was given the fear of being alone (A world completely devoid of people)
Rachel was given a fear of losing herself to her vampirism (A more powerful and evil version of herself)
Robert was given the villain from a play he watched recently which frightened him. (An automaton dentist gone rogue.)
However, either by Hyde messing around with magic to try to free them all or by some malicious outside intervention (Because it would be mean for Jekyll to do this himself but I can’t miss out the angst of a proper worst fear episode.) the safeguards got removed and the worlds started to twist themselves to everyone’s deepest darkest fears.
Hyde ended up chased by his own friends, turning on him after they discovered his secret.
Rachel was chased by the ghost of Eli, blaming her for his death.
Robert got a monstrous version of Hyde from his visions, the version of Hyde he knew was someday destined to kill Jekyll. (Hyde was very flattered when he found out.)
All of them try to hide their fears from the others and the worlds continue feeding off their fear and becoming more monsterous and twisted as time goes on.
They all only just escape.
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Jekyll and Hyde have been seen in the same place before which doesn’t help anyone figure out that they’re the same person. Thanks to messing around with an old cursed camera from Jekyll’s collection, Hyde accidentally makes an evil clone of himself. Everyone kind of notices that Hyde’s acting a little worse than usual but Jekyll’s the only one who knows that something wrong’s going on here (Because that’s himself just standing there mocking him.) and Jekyll has to try to stop the evil Hyde alone, unable to tell anyone why he knows that isn’t the real Hyde.
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Jekyll once accidentally hired a carriage haunted by the ghost of a dead vampire and everyone had to work together to stake it because it wouldn’t stop running people over.
They don’t talk about it.
The horses came out fine.
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Hyde once tried to resurrect an old pet of Lucy’s to attempt to impress her (Pets don’t live awfully long when you’re immortal after all.) but ended up bringing to life every dead animal in the area. Every last one of them turned out violent. After getting rid of most of the animals, they found one little zombie dog that somehow didn’t become violent. Jekyll took it in and named it Zosi.
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