#but Hyde is a husky

[raven-delamuerte]

Wednesday: *removes hand from Tyler's hair to go do something else*

Tyler: ...oh, ok

Hyde: Mate is…evil? Mate is unyielding? Mate is incapable of love? I am running away!!! I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the forest as a lone vagabond! I can no longer thrive in this household!!

[weaselle]

i have a little 30 pound klee kai (actually for that breed, i should say i have a large 30lb klee kai) and genetically they are mostly siberian husky, and

running and pulling? His FAVORITE.

i got a bike with an attachment for his leash so i could safely run him as much as he needed (more on that in a minute) and when he was young if it wasn’t hot out forget pedaling i’d spend the first mile and a half with the brakes on because my little 30 pound dog would pull the bike faster than i was comfortable going and let me tell you he LOVES it.

twice now, to see just how much he loves running, i have given a large chunk of dog-friendly chicken jerky (his favorite treat) and then before he could eat it but while it was in his mouth i picked up his harness and asked him if he wanted to go for a run and when i say he spit out a mouthful of chicken to go running i mean he made it to the front door before the chicken hit the ground.

When i got him, i was like “sure he’s got a lot of husky genes, but he’s got short little legs and two other breeds mixed in, i’ll just be sure to walk him more than a normal dog”

He’s a wonderful sweet and trainable dog, but the closest i could get to him not pulling was an agreement to just maintain what we worked out was a reasonable constant amount of tension on the leash.

But the real problem was, no amount of walking him seemed to have any effect on his exercise needs.

So i looked it up, and, for a sled dog...

a race one hundred miles long

is called

a sprint.

300 miles is a medium length race. The iditarod is a little more than 900 miles long.

and if you want to know how the dogs feel about running it, one year the iditarod route went near someone’s property and their pet husky saw what they were doing, thought “fuck yeah,” jumped the fence, and ran the entire second half of the race with the other dogs.

Like, you never see happier dogs than when a dog sled team knows they’re about to go on a run. I work with dogs professionally and every video of sled dogs preparing for their day that i’ve ever seen show dogs that are very clearly either super excited to do the thing they love, or heartbroken that they are not already doing the thing they love, which is running and pulling.

My dog Badger loves running so much that he yells at red lights when they take too long. And after owning him, AND exercising dogs professionally, i will say two things

1: in a perfect world most of the dogs i walk should actually be running instead; i just couldn’t make a living running them because i can only run a max of two dogs at a time where i live, but I can walk six (and i can get into the breakdown of why that’s not nearly as much money as you might think on some other post) 

But more importantly 

2: show me a husky who does not get to run for many miles several days a week and i’ll show you the real dog abuse victim

There's a lot of dumb ass animal cruelty takes in general but my favorite is the people who think you need to force sled dogs to pull.

Have you ever walked a dog before in your entire life? They love to pull. They're the pullingest damn things you ever saw. They'll merrily rip your rotator cuff in half like a phone book for the chance to stick their own face into a pile of old feces. They'll drag you down the road while you go through all 5 stages of grief trying to make them stop.

There are hundreds of products on the market promising to get ordinary non sled dogs to stop pulling their hapless owners down the road and spilling their iced coffees. People have gone so far as to use electric collars to try and zap sense into their poor stupid labradoodle that wants nothing more but to suicidally pull itself and everyone it loves into the snarling maw of the nearest leash reactive pit bull.

A dog that's allowed to pull, nay, encouraged to pull, is probably the most self actualized animal on the planet right after seagulls that live somewhere with food stands outdoors.

[bedbabayka]

Art trade with @eksentrismi!

This Hyde was definitely fun to draw! In general, I even recommend watching the cartoon "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" 1986. This is one of the most accurate adaptations of the novel. Plus, what I particularly liked is that Edward Hyde has A CANONICAL VOICE HERE, LIKE FROM A BOOK.

Quote: "...he spoke with a husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice;".

[fullofwoe5321]

Delulu time of the day is back!! The discussion topic is about our infamous Hyde! LOL

I've already said here that I really think there's something in the air about the Hyde -I don't know if it's the correct word but there you go- likes Wednesday somehow. There are some fragments that made me realize that and then I'm going to share. BUT ONCE AGAIN: THIS IS A THEORY!!!!!!! MY OPINION AND ANALYSIS THROUGHOUT THE SHOW.

I guess up to the episode 3, Tyler didn't remember or couldn't handle the Hyde properly. So my guesses are based until episode 3 but I'll use some examples from other episodes.

1- The hyde SAVED Wednesday from the attack of Rowan. Tyler didn't even remember what had happened the night before. He was in the woods stalking his father to check things up or hide eventual proofs from the monster's attack. SO that confirms that Laurel didn't order him to kill Rowan. He made Wednesday tell him exatcly what happenned and he looked surprised. I don't believe he was lying even though he was nervous. So the Hyde acted instinctively in order to protect Wednesday? Why? Once Tyler didn't know who Wednesday was for Laurel's plan.

2- Then Wednesday went to an unsafe place, according to Tyler, and found a man who threatened her. She had a vision and she thought it was the man, BUT NO!!!! The hyde was stalking her and HE DIDN'T ATTACK HER!! in fact he has a frightened and soft stare ? The monster went there to check if she was okay? hmmmmmmm He probably saw her laid on the floor and waited to her wake up to leave? At night, THE SAME MAN WHO THREATENED WEDNESDAY was the his victim. The monster killed another man who threatened Wednesday. HMMMMMMMMMMMMM And Tyler was clever enough to use this man to collect a body part for Laurel so she won't suspect anything about Wednesday.

3 -I keep telling you this BUT I DO BELIEVE that line ' I knew there was a reason I liked you' was said by the Hyde and not Tyler. If we analyse better, we can see when Wednesday confronted him about Xavier's assault, he got pissed and maybe that triggered the Hyde in order to manipulate the situation one more time. I mean Tyler has anger issues and it benefits the Hyde emergence. When he sits, he is already different! His stare is deep and dark. He also has seductive stare! I'm sorry but Tyler has puppy eye! I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE! LOL and the most important: his voice was snarky and husky. He has a low tone. It was not Tyler!!! (There will be a video for you to see what I'm talking about).

4 - THE DATE! Ok, since episode 4, the Hyde was more present. At the beginning of their perfect date, Tyler was there. BUT when he decided to confess his feelings and they had that small banter, it was not Tyler. THE EYES WERE DIFFERENT! Whenever the Hyde is out, Tyler has a deep and dark stare. I don't how to explain exactly, but there is a sort of dark fog in his eyes. I know that Tyler wanted to kiss Wednesday, but why does the Hyde have to come out as well? Maybe Tyler needed some confidence from the Hyde to try something else with Wednesday? Probably! And maybe Wednesday wanted to kiss him because she saw or/and felt something different through the darkness of his eyes? Definitely! And he only shifted to Tyler again when they were interrupted by his father!!! So yes, the Hyde wanted to kiss her as well.

5- With the help of my friend @weylerforever, we found out that in the scene of 'Kind of a déjà vu thing we got going on, huh?' we have the same voice and stare from episode 4. THE SAME! Even the shadow on his face is the same! (check the video below).

Well, what I'm trying to say that MAYBE, IN MY OPINION, MY PERSONAL BELIEF, is that the Hyde KNEW since the beginning about their connection. THAT explains why he protected and saved Wednesday from Rowan and never attacked when he had the opportunity (the original Pilgrim House). I mean she was a potential prey to him when he attacked Rowan. It would have had more sense if he had attacked her than had saved her. BUT HE CHOSE TO PROTECT HER ?? WHY?? And no, it was not because of Laurel's plan because he didn't know about it! He was about to head her to the train station some minutes ago. He would have helped her to escape for sure.

I'm not talking about a romantic connection here because I don't want to be biased LOL I'm serious! I don't want to lead to this discussion because I don't even know if the Hyde might have good feelings. I believe that maybe the Hyde sees her as a potential Master!!!???? Because I don't know how to explain that behaviour as well.

Well the only person (?) who can answer this question is the Hyde himself. And I hope we had scenes with him on S2.

The chances of my theory are correct are 0, but it's been on my mind for a while. I need to get it off my chest! So tell me, Cockroaches.... Am I delulu and I need some break from my Weyler obssession? Or does it make sense to you?

[ataraxiaspainting]

The Other Side Of Paradise.

Makima x F Reader.

Synopsis: Makima has grown on you like a parasite, minus the grossness. You think you have grown on her too.

Warnings: Slightly unhealthy relationships because, uh, you know, Makima.

Word Count: 1.5k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Lilith by Ellise

she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA

Strawberry Blond by Mitski

Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo

Maneater by Nelly Furtado

Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic

How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy

Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs

Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage

You don’t think she is the same as when you first met her.

You don’t think she is the same as when you first met her, because her body always faces you regardless of the situation. Whenever she visits you at your apartment, sitting on your couch while watching television, she is more often than not closer to you than she would perhaps admit. Her arms and legs are usually uncrossed too, though anyone could argue that she never does with anyone; co-worker or friend. 

You fidget when she gets lunch with you or some other activity that is supposed to be calming towards those involved. It’s embarrassing whenever you think back on it; thinking about how you shifted in your seat a bit too much that you fell over onto the grass, the shame burning into your memory whenever you try to go to sleep. 

You know you aren’t the same as when you first met her.

But has she? You hope so because you plan to confess to her today. It’s Valentine’s Day after all, and you think that there couldn’t be a better time to do so. The only thing you hate about Makima now is how difficult she is to read, especially in the workplace. It’s an improvement, you think, because you used to think much less of her. You most likely will never be able to tell if Makima found your once hateful feelings towards her amusing, pathetic, or didn’t even realize it at all. 

Maybe it is a good thing though, because ignorance is bliss.

This both fuels and puts out the flames of your fears of rejection, like water mixed with gasoline.

The sound of Makima’s phone ringing only gets louder with every step you take towards her office. “Tsk. Troublesome.”

You take note of her slightly frustrated expression as she puts her phone on silent and places it face-down on her desk. “Um, hi Miss Makima.”

“Hello, Miss [Last].” You used to say her name with such passive aggression, envious that you will never be a director of public safety yourself and can only be an assistant to one. She, however, says your last name as she always has; with a calm and neutral tone. “Happy Valentine’s Day. You look nice.”

“T-Thank you.”

Her eyes smile more than her lips do. “I mean it.”

“Really?”

Every time Makima nods her head with a for once readable expression, you could swear that your pulse rate shoots up. 

The proof is in how blood rushes to your cheeks, making you blush and turn away.

“Really. You are beautiful, Miss [First].”

You feel lightheaded, the amount of sanguine fluid moving to your head being heavy enough to almost make you fall forward and fall straight onto your face. “T-Thanks. You too.”

As you turn away from her and look at the gift piles next to Makima’s desk, so does she. There are at least ten bouquets and at least twenty small other presents. A large teddy bear too, is hidden beneath it all with only its face showing fully. Makima has never been short of admirers, another reason why you used to always be so jealous of her.

“Since it’s Valentine’s Day,” you mutter. “I just wanted to give you this.”

In your right hand is a gift bag with a few huskies on it. 

Makima had mentioned that that was her favorite kind of dog to you before, and you archived the memory for later reference.

She leans forward and her fingers wrap around the string handle, pulling it towards her gently. “Oh, thank you. I have something for you too.”

You don’t know how it is possible, but you can sense your cheeks getting even redder. Even though you aren’t looking at her, you can sense her amusement based on her humming alone. Inside the bag is a box of dark chocolate truffles of a brand you both like as well as a framed photo of you two together. It probably isn’t the most original gift she has gotten today though, and that makes your stomach aches worsen from the anxiety.

“You didn’t have to give me anything, Miss Makima.” You smile only faintly. 

“Then why did you give me something?” She asks, her tone slightly teasing, and you want to scream into your pillow tonight as compensation for your awkwardness. As a response to her question, you start stuttering out excuses one word at a time before restarting, over and over again.

I just thought you’d like these, you wanted to say, but emotion is taking over your ability to speak.

She waltzes over to her desk like a slow dancer, her movements much more elegant than yours ever could, would, and will be.

As if your heart was a drum, it beats in an irregular rhythm. 

Bum bum, thump thump, dun dun.

She crouches down, curling her knees and putting a hand on her chin as her other hand opens the cabinet beside her desk. She takes three books out in total. Crime and Punishment. The Metamorphosis. I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. All of these books you have mentioned to her before on one occasion or another, that now is leaving you genuinely touched by her present actions.

She leaves you feeling warm, a feeling you don’t think you have felt for anyone else.

“If I remember correctly, these were some of the books you have mentioned wanting to read in person, correct?” At the sight of your head bobbing up and down with pure and unfiltered delight with a mmhmm leaving your throat, she in turn finally allows her lips to move upward. No longer is the smile she wears cordial–instead it is bright like fireflies in summer, her eyes being the very sun itself.

It is a sight you will never forget, its beauty is too mesmerizing to be left out of your core memories. “I can’t believe you remembered that I wanted those.”

There is a chuckle that leaves her mouth that threatens to sweep you off your feet. 

Her fingers graze against yours as she hands you the novels. They are softer than yours, cleaner. 

“Well, believe it then.”

“I-I will.”

“Good,” She says, the praise only makes your face that much more hot. It feels like you are in a dream sweeter than cotton candy and just as soft as it. If this is a figment of your imagination, you would much rather stay in it for the rest of your life. “You’re quite adorable, blushing like that.”

She receives a gaze from you that can only be defined as being captivated by her stardom. “I-I gotta ask you something if you don’t mind.”

Her grin widens with each stumble of your speech.

“Go ahead.”

“Are you doing something after work tonight?”

For a brief moment, she rests her chin in her hand and lets out a thoughtful hum. Her gaze shifts towards the ceiling as she ponders whether any post-work plans are awaiting her today. After what feels like an eternity, she shakes her head. “I am not, why?”

“Oh, well…” You pause for a second, looking down to try to somewhat cover your embarrassment. When you finally work up the courage to speak again, you sound hopeful. “You know how it’s Valentine’s Day today?”

She nods in turn, acknowledging the obvious. “It is indeed.”

“Uh, I was wondering…” You pause again and try to focus on your shoes instead of your stuttering words. “Would you want to, you know, go out or something?” As you both lock eyes in silence, a surge of determination prompts you to expand your inquiry while assuming a more upright stance. “If you’re not doing anything, of course.”

Once more, her lips curl into a smile and she affirms with a subtle nod. “Sure. But Miss [Last], is this a romantic date?”

Your face flushes, betraying your hidden desire for this outing to be more than just a casual hangout. Despite your efforts to conceal it, deep down, you know she can sense your longing for it to be a date instead. 

“Er, yes,” you finally say, the ends of your shoes rubbing against one another as you fiddle with your fingers. You hate how awkward you can be, especially with Makima. “I was hoping it could be… a romantic date.”

Once more, her laughter echoes as you stumble over your words, and you brace yourself for the impending disaster. Anticipating her rejection, you find solace in the darkness behind closed eyelids, fully aware that this could lead to your demotion.

“Then it shall be. I’ll pick you up.”

You don’t process her words at first. You are still preparing for the carpet to be pulled from underneath your feet and for you to be ridiculed. But that never comes, because after a few more seconds of silence, you open your eyes to see that Makima’s cheeks are light pink, barely noticeable.

“R-Really?”

“I mean it.” 

You know that she does, and that makes your heart flutter like a bird.

[lalasworld2x]

Taking Care of Hyde…

You sat in the living room by the fire place, unable to sleep. It was a dark and cold night in Soho. You fixed yourself a cup of tea by candle light and sipped on it sparingly.

Every ten minutes, you wrapped the throw blanket around yourself tighter. The couch was growing more and more comfortable and it seemed as though you might be sleeping there for the night.

That was until rapid banging pounded at your front door. You shot up instantly and stared in horror, not knowing whether it was a safe idea to answer or not. Heavy breathing came from the other side, but no voices.

Slowly and quietly, you stood from the couch, gently logging off the blanket from your shoulders as to not make a heavy-fabric-dropping sound. You crept closer and closer…

“Y/N..? Are you home?” a husky voice called helplessly. A very recognisable husky voice.

Immediately all was okay. It was your lover, Edward. You rushed to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open for Edward to come stumbling in. He had been attacked.

You gasped, stepping back. He was hunched over and gripping the side of his torso in anguish, grunting and groaning. Blood had soaked his waist coat and was dripping down through his trousers.

You slammed the door shut and pulled out a chair for him to fall into at the dining table. Your house was quite small so it didn’t take a great effort to move around. He babbled about how much he’s missed you and how much he loves you as you rushed around the kitchen to light up a new, bigger candle. Immediately after that was done, you grabbed a large bundle of bandages from the top cupboard in your kitchen. The whole time, his head was swinging around to watch you and talk to you, but you only gave half-assed responses out of stress.

You kneeled by his side and eased him to lean forward, undoing his waist coat and dress shirt. He complained about a light head and a dry throat. “Just a moment, love. I’m getting there…” you spoke gently as you tightly wrapped the bandage around his waist. The stab wound was not large, but quite a bit of blood was lost.

“How on Earth did this even happen, Ed?” you scolded. He chuckled, flashing a cruel smile that told you you really didn’t want to know the answer. Finally you secured the bandage around his side, cheekily putting pressure on his wound for just a second to watch him howl and spit.

You grabbed a cup and filled it with cold water, handing it to him as he hugged himself. The night was still very much freezing, reminding you of that delicious throw blanket still awaiting you on the couch. He gulped the water down in seconds, slamming the cup in the dining table and running his sharp nails through his unruly hair.

Finally you had a moment to relax your minds, basking in each other’s company. You crouched beside him with your hand on his knee and his hand clasping your own. You stared into each other’s dark eyes for what felt like a life time.

Somehow that new candle was burning faster than you expected, likely a sign to turn in for slumber. You helped him stand to his wobbly feet and stumble over to the fire place and couch. Instead, he opted to sit on the floor. His tastes have always been unusual, but that’s what you love about Hyde. You sat with your back leaning against the couch and his head in your lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

He purred like a feline as you massaged his scalp. His skinned perked as you ran your nails along his neck and back. The both of you sat like that for maybe 15 minutes (it’s hard to tell when you’re together) before Edward sat up and stared into your eyes. He grinned calmly, and you smiled back softly. Something gave you the sinking feeling that he was about to… Pounce!

He tackled you to the floor, groaning only slightly in discomfort, attacked your neck with kiss after kiss. You laughed and giggled, trying to push him off. He rolled across the floor with you embraced in his arms, a comforting warmth bringing euphoria to your mind. “You’re a fool, Ed!”

“Only for you, my love,” he planted a hearty kiss on your lips before finally resting his head on your chest.

The both of you fell asleep like that, laying by the crackling fire place with his arms cradling you in a heavenly embrace.

The next morning, you woke up to the broad chest of Henry Jekyll. You sat up, seeing that his pants finally fit him and weren’t dragging along the floor like the did for Edward. It always made you laugh seeing Ed wearing Henry’s clothes, seeing as they’re way too big for him.

Henry grumbled as he woke up, rubbing his eyes and shielding his face from the pouring-in sunlight like a vampire. He sat up and turned to look at you, his eyes smiling. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome,” you chuckled, wiping loose bits of hair out of his face. “I got a lovely visit from a certain someone last night. Any explaining you’d like to do on his behalf?”

He sighed, hiding his face in his hands. This was definitely not the first, or the last!, time this would happen.

Buttttt you love them for it.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Masterlist

[currently-tired]

People; Omg,,, Hyde is my poor little baby meow meow!

just a little guy who’s done nothing wrong 🥺

WRONG!

People are acting like Hyde wouldn’t punch them in the face, or curse them out for saying that.

Hyde is an asshole, who explicitly stomped on a kid and ignored her screams to go off and do whatever they were doing, and killed a man with hysterical pleasure, and a rush of adrenaline.

And those were the things they got caught for!

What the fuck were the unspoken things they were doing, for Jekyll to say that he was in wonder of his own depravity?

Fucker is a grown ass man!

They’re ugly! With pale, unhealthy looking skin, and hairy, knobbled hands. With a sharp expression, and a displeasing, creepy smile, that raises the hairs on the back of your neck. A husky, broken voice, timid but also bold.

(A contradiction, in and of itself.)

And with a face that makes even the most dry and unemotional of people angry; even to the point of wanting them DEAD!

Hyde is 20 years of repressed emotions finally allowed to let loose.

Yes, he’s short. No, that isn’t a problem for them.

Have you ever met an angry short person? A truly furious person. How about an angry short person who’s murderous? Yes? You have?

How about an angry short person who’s murderous and is dead sure they won’t face any consequences?

How about a freak, that even from a distance, is repulsive. Who hisses, and does not give a fuck about anything or one other than themself.

Call them a baby. I dare you. See what happens to your corpse.

Is he still your meow meow after beating someone unconscious, and laughing insanely?

Is he still your ‘little guy who did nothing wrong’ after he stabs someone? Watches the blood drain from their wound, and leaves them to die alone?

Are they still your ‘silly little guy’ when they whisper terrible things about others into their ears, and watch the ensuing fight with a wide, almost evil smile, and a hysterical cackle.

When they tear the flesh off of someone’s arm, just because they can.

When he dresses in drag, and fucks whoever they can, and spits at people, claws like an animal, and acts horrendously.

Are they still?

(What else do you think he did, over years of time with absolutely no consequences?)

[dross-the-fish]

On a scale of 1-10 how does Erik rate the rest of the Crew’s singing voices? (Regular singing, not opera) How would Erik describe the others voices? 

Henry Jekyll-The kind of pleasant and unambitious baritone one would find suitable for the parlor at Christmas and perhaps even the occasional solo in a church choir. It is fit for the entertainment of close friends and family and should not aspire to be heard anywhere else. The very definition of mediocrity in all aspects 5/10 Edward Hyde - More emotive than Jekyll but sings exclusively filth and has no interest in staying on key. One senses he plays up the roughness in his voice more than is natural 3/10 Adam Frankenstein - Bass, marred by a harsh graveled rasp, he has plenty by way of depth and power but no skill and he hasn't the range or tunefulness for even the most basic of schoolyard jingles. 1/10 stick to reading poetry and giving tedious monologues. John Watson - Surprisingly nice, the voice itself is a pleasant and flexible tenor but it is his sincerity and expressiveness that lend his singing a favorable quality 7/10 Selma Morris - Bouncy soprano, good enough, one supposes, for a jaunty tune around the campfire and tolerable when accompanied by drinks and guitar music, crippled by an annoying twang and the woman selects only to sing raunchy bar songs befitting a seedy saloon 5/10

Theodora Kipp - Contralto, difficult to gauge her actual skill level since she never challenges herself. Had consumption when she was alive and the damage to her lungs is obvious in a lingering huskiness and limited vocal range. Compensates a lack of confidence in her singing ability with her acting skills which is more effective in covering her weaknesses than I initially gave it credit for. Entertaining performer on the whole but her vaudeville sensibilities hold her back from true success. 6/10 Quincey Harker - the less said about his off-key shower warbling the better, obnoxious vibrato, 2/10 Lawrence Talbot - countertenor, despite being in his twenties he still sounds like he's going through puberty, croaking and cracking every time he strays to high or to low outside of his extremely limited range, could be used to torture our enemies. 0/10 I am, myself, a legendary vocalist and needn't flaunt my own considerable skill. I advise those of you who scored lower than a 5 to cease singing in all capacities, you are doing the world no favors when you open your mouths. To Lawrence in particular, if you utter anything resembling a musical sound in my presence again I will destroy you. To Dr Watson and Dr Watson only, please consider seeing me for vocal lessons, I believe yours is an instrument that could be polished into something far greater. The rest of you are free to continue on with your bland mediocrity but please do so out of earshot and in the privacy of your own small social circles. - OG

[apup1nthest4rs]

Intro:

I use a few names: Pup or Owen.

I'm 🇬🇧 and 17. I'm a trans male werewolf and Gay ficto-Aroace, whilst using Xenos and neos. Also polymind :p I'm too much at this point

Paleokin + Paleohearted + Paleo-soul

https://www.youtube.com/@A-h0und-in-the-st4rs

Tiktok:a.pup.in.the.st4r3.0

Don't use she or they for me and don't call me nonbinary, please. My pronouns:

-It/itself

-Pup/pups

-Xe/xem

-he/him

-Star/stars

-Swirl/swirls

-Thing/things

-Canine/canines

-Bite/bites

-Fang/fangs

-weres/weres (Like werewolf)

-Howl/howls

-mutt/mutts

I'm an alterhuman and an aliumthrope/aliumkind I've been awakened for over 2-3 years.

-Alterhumanity: ☆Ockin ☆Conceptkin: Science,water+art doll creatures ☆Polytherian ☆Otherkin ☆Physical caninekin ☆Physical werewolfkin ☆Creaturekin/creature-hearted ☆Fictionkin ☆Physical puppykin ☆Alien creature/alienkin

I believe part of my Alterhumanity is connected to my pet regression, trauma,imprinting and also identity/personality issues.

The identities are psychological,emotional,behavioural,situational and spiritual.

Theriotypes:☆Coastal wolf ☆cougar ☆Husky ☆Wolfdog ���red+artic wolf ☆golden retriever puppy ☆Kiger Mustang ☆oriental shorthair ☆Trakehner

Kintypes: ☆Sea-dragon ☆Winged creature ☆shape-shifting demon

Fictionkins: ☆Kiba and toboe from Wolfsrain ☆Jekyll and Hyde from Tgs + the strange case of Dr jekyll and Mr Hyde. ☆Indoraptor from jurassic world.

OCkin: ☆Pup ☆Kora ☆Shadow crawler

Otherlink/synthpath/Otherhearted: Curly and Daisuke (mouthwashing)

I'm a pet regressor: Golden retriever puppy. Also an Age regressor.

Fandoms: ☆Jekyllandhyde ☆TGS ☆MazM ☆Wolfs rain ☆Mouthwashing

-I like science too: paleontology + biology. I mostly just draw for a hobby :3 Also a dog/puppyboy

I don't have a strong DNI, since I can't exactly controls who sees my posts but:

Basics DNI: Racists,conservatives,anti-Alterhuman/nonhuman,anti-transspecies, transphobes,homophobes,radqueers, pedos,zoos.(If you're recovered fully, idm you) problematic/harmful shippers:darkshippers,proshippers etc.

[cosmic-lullaby]

Title: And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Rating: E

Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin

Summary:

“How about we celebrate? I could make you that steak you like for dinner-”

“I’d rather celebrate in a different way,” Wednesday spoke, a small ripple of amusement going through her as Tyler’s brow furrowed in confusion, kneeling down to retrieve a fallen sock from the floor. His head bowed down, no longer looking at her as he spoke again.

“Would you rather go out for dinner? I can phone and see if-”

“Tyler,” She interrupted again, her voice unusually husky. She stepped forward, hand coming under his chin and making him look up at her. “Be a good little Hyde and sit on the bed.”

@wylerkinktober

For Wyler Kinktober 2024 Day Six: Praise

[quinloki]

Dr. Jekyll

Fem Reader x Trafalgar Law

One Shot - 1,087 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, oral sex, orgasm denial. 18+ only

-:- Table of Consent -:-

Summary: I mean there's gonna be a Mr. Hyde to this eventually, Idk what else to say.

You grab him by the collar and push him against the wall. Your conversation with the aloof and cool doctor had taken a turn and you were tired of holding back.

"I don't want gentle! I don't want kind!" You bark, surprise on his face at your fervor. "I want to tie you up and tease you until you're on the verge of tears, and then deny you so many orgasms you're crying for mercy." Your lips are almost capturing his. "I want to bully you until you snap and fuck me into a sloppy, quivering mess."

Your eyes flick up to his pale-yellow ones, licking your lips and just barely trailing your tongue across his. Your hands travel down his chest, nails scratching lightly along the lines of his abs before you grab the bugle in his jeans. You feel his body tense and delight in the strained gasp that escapes him.

Biting your lower lip you undo his jeans, looking up into his eyes for any sign that he wants you to stop. The pink tinge rushes through his cheeks, but it's nothing compared to the desire in his eyes. Your hand slips past the waist band of his boxers and wraps around the hard flesh straining against them. He gasps from the sudden sensation, and you pull his head down, bringing his lips roughly against yours as you begin to give him a hand job.

Your tongue pushes against his lips and when he doesn't open his mouth right away you twist and squeeze the rock-hard cock in your hand, eliciting a hiss and gasp from him. His parted lips are all you need and your tongue plunges into his mouth, hungering greedily for him.

You suck harshly on his tongue, pulling him forward as you lean back. There's a mix of pleasurable and concerned sounds coming from him before you release him. Licking your lips, you grab onto his jeans and boxers, tugging them down before you kneel in front of him.

"(Y/N)-ya..." His voice is husky, and his freed cock twitches in front of you.

"Keep your hands behind your back, Law, and I won't use my teeth ♥." You promise, your voice dripping with lust. You see him shift his arms behind his back obediently as you lick teasingly along the stiff, needy flesh in front of you.

You twirl your tongue around the tip, before taking most of him into your mouth. The soft gasp from the doctor prompts you to moan deeply, the sound vibrating against him, pushing more pleasure into him as you begin to properly suck him off. You're loud and messy, deliberately so, holding his gaze as much as you can. Rough and forceful, you use your fingernails to tease the soft flesh around his hips and thighs, drawing lines along the dips of his muscles.

You let your nails run along his balls, causing him to hiss and clench, and just as you can feel the first little twitch in your mouth, you stop. The frustrated growl is music to your ears, and you reach up and grab his arms before he can free them from between his back and the wall.

You blow air along his saliva-soaked dick and watch his hips buck at the sensation. After a moment you run your tongue along the shaft and feel his whole-body tense under you. You want to tease him for hours, you want to completely shatter that calm, collected and stoic mask he's perfected over the years.

You want him to beg.

"You're so close," you tease, practically giggling to the words. "Just a little more, hm?"

You open your mouth, sliding his cock against your tongue as you bring it back into you mouth ever so slowly. Your mouth is open wide to control the little pressure you're putting on him as your tongue presses against the underside of his shaft. Trafalgar is sensitive, and once he's worked up it takes hours for him to calm down if he can't cum - something you're only aware of due to unfortunate past circumstances.

The ship had run afoul of pirates when you were in the midst of enjoying each other's company. It was another group that utilized underwater travel like you did, so it had been unexpected. The fight had gone on for some time, then there was damage control and clean up and all other manner of post battle items to see to. He'd nearly taken you in the hall that time, growling about being hard as a rock during the whole fight.

You can feel him twitching against your tongue despite your slow and controlled actions. You lean back and lick your lips.

"How am I going to tease you for as long as I want if you don't calm down at least a little?" You muse, looking up at him as you run your teeth over his tip gently.

Your captain and lover growls and his hands are free from your hold so effortlessly you nearly pout. You consider denying him, but the golden gaze looking at you is feral. You'd only seen eyes like that from the Straw Hat's swordsman, or the Captain of the Kid Pirates.

Well, you had wanted to break that stoic mask of his. This just wasn't the expression you had expected.

Strong hands grab your hair, tugging roughly as you obediently open your mouth for him. He shoves himself deeply down your throat, fucking your mouth roughly for the few seconds it takes for him to cum. Hot sticky liquid fills your throat, causing you to gag and twitch against him as he plunges deep into your throat a few extra times before releasing you. Falling back onto your butt you cough and sputter, tears running down your cheeks from having gagged.

He's pulled his boxers and jeans back up, looming over you with a dark expression and bright yellow eyes. Next time you'll have to be sure to tie him up properly, you think idly as he reaches down and pulls you to your feet.

"I haven't snapped, (Y/N)-ya," he whispers into your ear, one arm pressing you against him. His eyes are holding you in place, the small predatory grin belying his words. Soft padded medical cuffs slip over your wrists, tightening as the doctor's hot breath rolls over your neck. Teeth and lips teasing your skin as the low voice sinks into your core. "But I promise to resuscitate you once I'm done."

[jelloduckie]

I aggressively read and looked over The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde just so I could draw them so hello!!! Here's my take + notes Jekyll ~

Here's all my notes from the book (thank you Mr. Utterson): - a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty - something of a stylish cast - every mark of capacity and kindness - large handsome face His hands brought to you by the man himself: - professional in shape and size - large, firm, white and comely Misc notes: - elderly and discontented doctor - imperfect and divided countenance And that's all we got... we have Hyde's differences that kind of display what he at least isn't. But anyways my dears! With this info I decided his clothes would be well fitted and move with him. Dignified air to him with a soft smile. He's larger in size but fit/tall, lovely big hands too :3c I took the liberty to make his eyes green since the potion he took to turn back into Jekyll was a "watery green." I also thought a dimple would suit him (completely indulgent). He is aged but I assume not many wrinkles, kind of baby faced for his age, whitening hair and wrinkles by the eyes will do (I don't want him to look young). I actually couldn't help myself but have a similar hairstyle to Fredric March (no description of hair in book). Brownish hair since it seems popular with his character but a lighter shade from the "younger" Hyde. Speaking of! Hyde ~

I actually drew him before Jekyll. He is quite easier to envision with so much description in the book. I perceive I'll draw him more accurately to my notes the more I draw the fellows (I couldn't bear to fix this already good sketch).

Physical appearance: - smaller, slighter, younger - lost in stature / shrunken limbs - pale and dwarfish - evil written broadly and plainly on the face - livelier image, more express and single - imprint of deformity and decay - deformity without any nameable malformation - displeasing smile - ugly idol His clothes: - rich and sober fabric - enormysly too large for him in every measurement - trousers hanging off his legs, rolled up to keep them from the ground - waist of the coat below his haunches - collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders - clothes hung formlessly - very plainly dressed His hands: - lean, corded, knuckly - of a dusky pallor - thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair - corded and hairy (again, seems like a hyde trademark) Misc notes: - husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice - comparative youth, the light step - murderous mixture of timidity and boldness - troglodytic

So, Mr. Hyde is definitely not deformed physically, it's more of a personality deformation that people can just "sense." His smile is striking, so the best way to portray his evil would be with how his face contorts when making expressions. His timidness is important, he'd most likely be hunched over, reclusive yet have an air of boldness, which is equally as important. His hair unkempt and wild in comparison to Jekyll for his "livelier" image and darker in color for a youngness. I didn't portray his clothes correctly in my sketch but it's alike. To add a pinch of difference in character I made his pant stripes green, to contrast Jekyll's red. To hammer this in I made Hyde's eyes red instead of green to tie them together completely. His boots have a red shine, Jekyll's would have a green if I had drawn them. Why red? "The mixture, which at first of a reddish hue-", "compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery green." To me this clearly demonstrates the change from Hyde to Jekyll (which the potion was for).

I was originally going to draw them side by side for a better comparison, but Hyde is supposed to be considerably short while still being very thin (not lanky). I also would say his boots would be too big for Hyde (which I didn't draw here).

Thank you for reading my observations *bows gayly*

[tarrenterror25]

Hello lovely Tarren! Your Fear Lounge looks like so much fun!! It’s such an awesome idea, and I can’t wait to see what you do! Could I please request:

🕸️ Caught! - for Alfred + Monster!AU 👀💕

Hope you have a great day! 🎃👻🕸️🍬💖

🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words)

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Hi, Jess!! 💕💕 Thank you so much for your patience and thank you so much for sending in this request! I had an idea of a few monsters I could go with, but then finally decided I REALLY wanted to go with this one even if it's not totally considered "monster" 🥺 I hope you like it!

Alfred + Monster!AU (Jekyll and Hyde)

Tags: consuming substance, established relationship

“Alfred! Alfred!”

A crack of lightning and a roar of thunder outside the mansion as you enter the foyer of the massive home.

Your husband, Alfred Pennyworth, scientist and assistant to the prestigious Bruce Wayne, has been working on a chemical for his master. Bruce will do anything to prove he is nothing like the Joker, even if it means tearing himself in two.

Alfred is certain he’s done it right this time and human trials are the next step. There’s just one issue.

Aside from Bruce, Alfred is the only viable test subject.

“Alfred!”

You begged and begged that he not drink his concoction, it was dangerous, he should wait until further testing was completed, but he insisted. He would have to be the one to test it.

You find him in the lab upstairs.

Alfred is a silhouette when lightning flashes in the window behind him.

“It’s alright, darling,” he says. “I’m sure I’ve done it.”

“Alfred, please, just-…just wait until we can be sure it’s right!”

The lamps in the room illuminate Alfred holding a glass beaker filled with sickly bright green liquid. “It has to be now.” Alfred says. “We don’t have much time before Joker makes his next move and we can’t let him have the upper hand on Bruce, not now.”

His expression implores you to trust him, his eyes sweet and loving.

“Alfred, we can-“

He raises the beaker to his lips and downs the mixture.

“No!” You rush to him, but by the time you cross the room, he doubles over, the beaker falling from his grasp and shattering to the ground.

Your beloved Alfred groans and shouts in pain. He roars in tune with the clap of thunder. You take a few steps forward to try and console him, but he shoves you back.

“N-No! Get back!” he commands. “Just…give it a moment! It’ll work!”

He stumbles into a table, knocking over the glass filtering apparatus, the liquids spilling onto the floor as the glass fractures into pieces.

Your eyes widen and now you step back as you watch the gentleman you came to know and love change before your eyes; his muscles, once muted beneath his soft flesh, enlarge, his biceps rip through his pressed shirt. His hair becomes tousled as it grows out a bit along with his beard gaining more scruff, his chest broadens, and he stands up a little taller.

His back is to you.

“Darling,” he whispers. “I’m afraid I have wonderful news.”

His voice sounds…different, like he’s amused. There’s a husky purr to his tone.

“The formula…”

He turns to you and you gasp. He grins, an expression you’ve never seen before. It’s…malicious.

“It didn’t work.”

[deckerroosevelt]

Chapter 5, part 2

It was the first time I stepped into the kitchen. The cook was a big guy and he was reading the paper.

   “Excuse me, do you happen to have any supplies for a trip. We are going as soon as possible, so I could help with them too”, I offered. 

   “Supplies you say? It’s okay lad, I can make a few sandwiches and tea for you. For how many?” he asked. He had a deep husky voice just like you’d expect.

   “There’s two of us. And thank you!”, I answered. I could go grab some of my things while he makes the food. 

   I ran all the way to my room and took a backpack. I would put the sandwiches there and I also took my notebook with me, and a jacket. Then I ran back to the kitchen. 

   The cook was ready and handed me two aluminum foil packets and thermos bottles.

   “There you go, lad. Stay safe and don’t do anything stupid”, he said before turning back. I nodded and hurried to the lobby. This would be my second time going out of this house. Would Treacher remember me outside? Did they even know people can’t remember me outside? He’s not a human though, so maybe he will remember. That would make sense.

   Treacher came to the lobby with a bag and a concerned look. He then turned around and took off his mask and put it in the bag. He had taken the mask off only once before when I was there. I heard the little cracking sounds as he formed features to his face. 

   He turned around after a while. He now looked nearly normal. His skin was slightly too smooth and spotless and face just a bit too symmetrical. But if we look at him from afar and assume he has dyed his hair, we’re good to go. 

   We walked to Hyde Park Corner -station and took the underground to Victoria train station. We’d make it to the next train to Dorking and be there in less than an hour. 

   “I don’t need a ticket. Saves money”, I mentioned before the gates after we had walked there in silence. Treacher jumped a bit and looked at me.

   “Oh, god. When did you- Wait, we left together right? I completely forgot you came along”, he laughed. “I must be nervous”, he said and looked ahead again. I knew he had forgotten I was there again so I didn’t bother repeating myself.  Maybe he’s alive enough to forget me. 

   The next time I reminded Treacher of my existence was on the train when he thought he forgot the supplies. I wasn’t hungry because I had a heavy feeling in my stomach. It didn’t feel nice to be forgotten by someone I had actually befriended. The house was the only place I wasn’t a ghost. I got the feeling of terrible loneliness and I knew I had felt it before. 

   We got off at Dorking after an hour. I shadowed Treacher and tried to keep up with him. We took a taxi and entered the hospital. Treacher went to ask for the victim, who’s name was Harriet Morris. We discovered she had passed away a few hours ago and her visitor had left in a hurry from there after talking to Morris before she died. 

   Treacher was seemingly getting more and more nervous. I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn’t. He sat down for a while, most likely to collect his mind. After a moment he got up, now determined and headed toward the doors. He hailed a taxi and requested a ride to the winery of the Hardings. 

    It took around seven minutes to get there and I would have wanted to stop Treacher there. I didn’t think it was wise to bolt to the house of the Hardings. But then again, Neda could be there and in great danger. And I couldn’t stop Treacher even if he listened. He would forget. 

[buddlebubs]

One more week and they will get to meet eachother im so excited but im absolutely nervous I hope they like eachother aaaghhh

The top one is Denet Jet the husky

The bottom one is our shelter pup Jackal Hyde