#gothic literature crossover

[vvanillavveins]

I don't think we give Jonathan Harker nearly enough credit for his absolutely unhinged choices. In 1897, that pathetic wet cat of a man was written with enough grit, willpower, and raw human stupidity to rival any of our modern horror podcast protagonists. When faced with a centuries-old vampire, in a coffin, drenched in fresh blood, he really thought the best thing to do was to hit it in the face WITH A SHOVEL. The audacity. The misplaced confidence. The sheer desperation. No plan. No hesitation. Running on fear and spite alone. And i fucking love him for it. Truly the character of all time.

[kusnechik]

Hey now play nice, at least you both have a taste for capelets!

[tenebris-lux]

Okay, this one made me laugh out loud a couple times. 😂

Erik: “The lock on your door is broken, btw.”

Adam: “How very queer, it was in perfect condition when I locked my door just a few hours ago.”

Erik: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was one instance where I was cracking up. And then later…

Erik: Plan A or Plan B?

*CRASH* “$@“$%*#*+!!!”

Erik: 🤨💡 Plan C, then?

Adam: oh god no

And just the way Hyde opened the door like, “WHAT.” while Adam’s all nervous at how fucked up this is becoming.

Also, Erik, the fuck’s wrong with you? You don’t want either Adam or Hyde to get their hands on you when they’re mad.

I hope it’s okay to respond to it like this.

Could I get a follow-up to Adam's nightmare? Maybe someone else in the Motley Crew coming to investigate the sound of him breaking the mirror?

I did roll to see which member of the crew would approach Adam and it rolled Erik.

.......

Frozen, Adam stared at the shards of glass and splinters of wood embedded in his knuckles. He barely registered the pain as blood dripped into the porcelain basin of the sink. He’d made such a mess of the mirror that shards and splinters littered the washroom from wall to wall. He needed to clean it now, it wouldn’t do to leave evidence of his wanton destruction. Trembling he knelt and tried his best to scoop up the debris into the wastebasket, cursing as his bloodied hands left stains on the tile. Served him right for his impulsivity.

Adam supposed he had no real need of a mirror anyhow; it wasn’t as though his reflection was a thing to be missed…

Before he could clean away the smears of blood, he heard a gentle cough. Two eyes, yellow as his own, gleamed at him in the dark.

“Erik…” It was no more than a grunt. Given that Erik had shown him nothing but distrust Adam was less than enthusiastic to find the infamous Phantom in his quarters. “How did you even get in here?” he grumbled as he groped behind him for a towel to mop up the blood.

“I heard the sound of something breaking and thought perhaps someone was in trouble,” Erik replied silkily, “The lock on your door is broken, by the way.”

“How very queer, it was in perfect condition when I locked my door just a few hours ago,” Adam hissed through gritted teeth. Erik wore his black mask, obscuring his expression but his smirk came through in his honeyed voice.

“What can I say? English locksmiths are woefully inept at their craft. Such flimsy and inelegant contraptions are prone to fall apart at but the barest application of pressure in the right place.”

Smug bastard. A muscle twitched grotesquely in Adam’s cheek, “Be satisfied then, that there is no danger and no one has need of you. Be gone, Erik! Vanish like the mock specter you are and leave me to my toils,”

“I would but you seem to be struggling. You can’t get glass up with your bare hands, you’ll need a dustpan or you’ll be stepping on tiny shards for weeks. I’ve smashed enough mirrors to know how to clean them up by now,” the arrogance was gone, replaced with something akin to resignation.

 Adam huffed wearily, “I suppose you are right; I seem to be making things worse for all my efforts to repair the damage. Such is my lot.”

“My large friend, you need to get that glass out of your hands before you try to clean anything up. Shall I wake Dr. Watson and have him attend you?”

Now Adam was puzzled, not only was Erik not being hostile, he was being downright helpful. To what end? Adam squinted at him, wishing that he could rip the mask off of the other man’s face and reveal some expression by which he could gauge his intent.

“What has inspired these fine new manners? Was it not you who spun tripwire through the corridor like a damned spider hoping to snare me in you web? Did I not find you crawling over the rafters just this morning spying on me? It fills me with suspicion for your motives that you should be charitable only at such a time as when I am vulnerable.”

Erik held up his slender hands, fingers splayed in a gesture of supplication, “I've come in peace! I have concluded through my observations that you are not my enemy. I don’t know what you are, perhaps I will never know, but as I am coming to accept that the world is full of vampires, werewolves and other such creatures of the night, perhaps you are not the most uncanny thing I’ll encounter”

Sucking in a sharp breath through flared nostrils Adam fought to keep his tone even and civil, “Why did you not simply ask? I would gladly have shared my tale and heard yours in return. I have seen what is under your mask, you are no less hideous than I am, though I would wager my deeds are darker even than yours.”

From under the mask muffled laughter bubbled, “You would lose your wager. I have committed crimes that the devil himself would shudder to think of. I confess when I first saw you and felt your hands, the genuine article of a living corpse, which I had only ever pretended to be, I was frightened.”

With a weary sigh Adam nodded, “I suppose that is to be expected, ugly or no, you are still just a man like any other.”

The mask tilted as the narrow neck holding up Erik’s head crooked, “How easily you say that. It pleases me to hear it. Thank you!  Please, let me show you that we are friends by allowing me to help you now. First, we shall tend to your hands. Let us go to Doctor Watson!”

Adam frowned, “I-I don’t know, he will be asleep. I don’t think we should wake him, not over this,” he felt suddenly ashamed, the idea of burdening his friend and greatest benefactor over his momentary lapse in self-control stung him.

“Who else would we take you to? Your hands are full of wood and glass, they can't be left until morning!You are being childish and difficult when I have extended you an olive branch and I don’t appreciate that.” Erik tapped his chin, the only part of his face that was exposed, thoughtfully. Through the holes in his mask his eyes narrowed in a way that raised the hairs on the back of Adam’s neck.  

“You know, I think Hafiz might have what we need, he is a well prepared and useful fellow, by now he is also accustomed to being awakened in the middle of the night. He’ll be cross but he won’t refuse me, he never does,” Erik’s tone remained affable but Adam could sense he was beginning to find their exchange offensive.

“Your Persian friend? No, out of the question. I would feel guilty to no end if I woke him over this. Please, I have had worse injuries, just leave it until morning,” Adam begged him, feeling every bit as childish and difficult as Erik had accused him of being and hating himself for it.

“Nonsense, you’re just going to keep getting blood on everything if you’re not taken care of. Unless you know any doctors who would be awake this late it’s going to have to be Watson or Hafiz. Now, make your choice!” Erik insisted, notes of growing agitation tainting his speech. Adam shook his head stubbornly, refusing to be a nuisance to good people. Erik more forcefully reiterated his request that Adam make a decision, his patience, of which he had little, was rapidly beginning to ebb and a flash of temper colored his voice with a harsh cadence that even Adam found intimidating.

Before Adam could protest again there was a crash of shattering glass from down the hall followed by a loud string of colorful expletives and the sound of heavy thumping of someone hitting hardwood. Erik’s eyes twinkled almost maniacally, “You know… I think he’s a doctor, isn’t he? He certainly sounds like he’s awake…”

“Oh, Erik, no. He’s more likely to injure me further than he is to be helpful. For god’s sake, not him!”

But Erik was already heading down the hall and Adam found himself doubting Erik’s motives towards him were entirely benevolent. As they drew closer the thumping increased in speed in volume, each loud THUD punctuated by screeches of “FUCK!” and “HORSESHIT!”

“Erik, he is in a mood. If you value your life you will not touch that door,” Adam pleaded.  

The former Opera Ghost ignored him, a maddened energy fueling him to throw caution to the wind. Firmly, he rapped his knuckles against the door and Adam braced himself to grab the slender man and yank him back should Edward Hyde come out of his room swinging.

The door wrenched open so violently that Adam was shocked it didn’t fly off of its hinges. Edward Hyde stood in the doorframe, drenched in sweat, chest heaving, hands and cheeks marred with some kind of black, viscous, fluid that reeked of sulfur.

“Just what,” he snapped, “brings you to my door?!”

Rather than cower Erik replied rather cheerfully, “It seems our mutual friend here,” he gestured to Adam, “Has made quite the mess of his bathroom mirror and rather than do the sensible thing and wake Watson to tend to him, he wants to stay up all night leaking blood all over the furniture.”

Edward gave his hands a cursory wipe, his face darkening with momentary rage. He looked from Adam to Erik contemplatively, lingering on Erik in suspicion. He seemed to have an epiphany and to the shock of both the Creature and the Phantom his face smoothed. “Alright, bring him in, I’ll see what I can do,” he said, “I could use a break anyway,” he swept out a hairy, corded, hand, still slightly blackened and greasy, at the broken rack of vials and the abused chair and desk where he had vented his ire.

Erik and Adam exchanged looks, shrugged, and followed him into the laboratory… ..... Lucky for Erik and Adam, Edward passed his insight check and caught on that Erik was up to something.

[tiredfrogclown]

Ultimate classics/gothic lit crossover:

Jekyll and Hyde, Dracula, Frankenstein and Sherlock Holmes. The glass scientists is just the beginning my friends 😈

[fanartsandstuff]

So- I Just Downloaded New Brushes And I Wanted To Use Them So I Made This Fanart Of A Fic I Am Reading ✨

It's pretty funny fic with cool premise so I recommend to check it out!

Also check out author of the fic @definatelymrhyde

[emiplayzmc]

Shitty Gravity Falls AU that mayhaps I am delulu about:

Gravity Falls x Jekyll & Hyde

I haven't much fleshed this out yet because this was literally just made up while reading Journal 3 and listening to the J&H musical OST, but what I'm MAINLY thinking about is like- 'what if Sock Opera was Jekyll and Hyde. Would that be fucked up or what.'

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It's the 1800s, and Dipper and Mabel are staying with their great uncle Stanley Pines, who's been living in the house that his brother, Stanford, lived in before mysteriously disappearing. In this AU Mason and Mabel would probably be moreso in their late teens / young adulthood

Dipper (more likely to be known as just Mason in this AU rather than a nickname) would be a man of science and logically much like Ford in this universe, but also still the mystery-loving Dipper we know and love :) He and Mabel would get it in their heads that they could find out what happened to Stanford, and they go snooping around looking for the clues as to how and where he disappeared to, breaking into an old, locked study of the house. Everything is messed up or destroyed except for many strewn about notes on the desk, and one vial of a mysterious liquid in a cabinet, surrounded by other smashed bottles of the same substance. They read the notes that Ford made about a substance he concocted that allowed him to give into his darker impulses, and soon after the two of them hurry to leave the room with the notes intending on keeping the fact they were snooping a secret - although not before Mason spots the bottle of potion.

The notes about the potion and Ford's experiences with the duality essentially act like a Journal 3 for Mason here, except much shorter and less otherworldly. Eventually Mason's morbid curiosity of the vial and Stanford's notes lead him to sneaking into the study again, and he drinks the vial in the cabinet.

Cue the arrival of Hyde - or in this AU, Bill Cipher / Bipper - causing mischief and hijinks across London and within the Pines family. And eventually, just like the original book (and like with Ford and Bill in the show), Mason gradually starts losing more and more of himself to the addiction of the potion / becoming Bipper while finding more notes and pages about how Stanford felt like he was losing his mind when the darker version of him took over, feeling like it was moreso a demon possessing him than an act of science in the end.

Mabel and Grunkle Stan would probably be the Utterson and Lanyon in this universe, trying to figure out why Dipper keeps disappearing / acting like a completely different person more and more often, and eventually having to find a way to save him before he meets the same fate as Stanford, or the original Jekyll & Hyde.

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Aka, Ford's the OG Jekyll in this AU and Dipper unknowingly follows in his footsteps lol. Again, I haven't fleshed much of this out, but I've always thought about 'what if Dipper and Bipper were Jekyll & Hyde parallels' but never really gave it too much thought? It seems like it'd be an interesting AU to explore mainly because I love the themes of goth literature, and I think the potential of Bipper / Bill's influence with Ford / Dipper goes SO WELL in this universe with the 'darker impulses' and the inherent HUNGER the two of them have for knowledge and the unknown that Bill manipulates in the first place, same as Jekyll being driven by his own impulses of needing to act out instead of being a prim Victorian man 24/7 paired with being a man of science.

[tenebris-lux]

I’m picturing Jack talking very confidently about something he knows fuck all about, and the other three know it and are looking at him like,

But waaay more judgmental and scary. Like, the moment before it gets violent.

I was just thinking about this

Dude, I wonder what would happen if we pinned Victor Frankenstein, Herbert West, Henry Jekyll, and Johnathan Seward against each other in a argument....

Like, I would pay money to see this, because we all know DAMN WELL John and Henry would cave in relatively soon within the argument, leaving Victor and Herbert to argue for the rest of the time...

[frnknstin]

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐏 blog of 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍, headcanon and book based. semi-selective, multi-verse, crossover and OC friendly.

[scarletgemstone]

au idea

disclaimer I own nothing everything belongs to the rightful owners please go and support them and be nice

universal monsters dark woods circus au

[piedalchemist]

*save (sometimes I really hate English)

[sacred-algae]

What if Jack Harkness and Dorian Gray were in a relationship?

It would be toxic as fuck, that's what. I now proudly present my third book:

Welcome to what's planned to be 19 chapters and 50k+ words of pure heartbreak and hot as fuck sex, with a bit of mystery thrown in for good measure. You're welcome.

(I promise I'll get back to updating when I can!)

[kusnechik]

Little known advantage of when your chemically induced alter ego happens to be a shortstack is that there's more bed per bed

(the panels don't have much to do with each other, I just wanted to fill the empty space)

[dross-the-fish]

"Do you know the story of Genesis, Adam?" Dr. Watson asked as he swept away the fallen locks of hair from the floor around the creature's too small chair.

The being nodded, "I know it well...though perhaps not as you should understand it."

"No? As I understand it God created Adam and then Eve and gave them dominion over the Earth," Watson was not an overly religious man but he made it his habit to attend church once in a while and on rare occasions he would even absorb the tired sermons recited with comfortable hollowness by a priest who knew them to the letter but had never in his half-a-lifetime in the pulpit stopped to consider their meaning.

"Oh no, Doctor Watson. That is not how it goes," rasped the newly christened Adam. He propped his elbows on his bent knees and brought his joined fists to rest under his chin, unblinking yellow eyes staring hard at the old man before him, "Not at all. The version of events as I have come to understand them are thus: God created Adam, despised and cursed him, and when Adam fell he dragged God by his wax wings into Hell with him."

Rage, such potent rage and depth of despair the likes of which Watson had never seen on a human face twisted the aberrant features before him and the old man halted.

"That is blasphemous," he whispered.

Adam leapt from the chair, toppling it and seized Watson's hand laying it against the Y shaped stitching on his chest where a heart beat so sluggishly it was nearly imperceptible, "Touch and feel then Doctor! I am blasphemy! I am heresy! Mark thou that I am the very proof that man should not think himself God lest he damn all he touches! If thy heart is too craven to accept the burden of a Godless Adam then revoke my name and cast me back into the wilderness. I shall return to haunting my barren rock and trouble man no more nor it trouble me!"

Summoning whatever steely nerve he could find Watson shook his head and set his shoulders, "No! No, you are here dash it all! I have taken responsibility for you and I say are a man, Adam. Once we make land back in England I'm going to find you a tailor and a tutor. You will be not merely a man! I give you my word that I will make you as fine a gentleman as ever there has been."

The creature took stock of himself, eight feet tall, sewn of animal and human corpses and stubbornly alive after one hundred and thirty years. Then he looked to the man before him, significantly shorter, rotund and bearing every sign of mortality from the wrinkled face sporting a broken nose never property set to thin greying hair, combed in a vain attempt to hide a receding hairline. But it was Watson's eyes that struck Adam, a deep blue that seemed to defy the weight of age, brimming with vitality and such boyish earnestness that Adam could not help but feel a little humbled under their gaze.

"If that is what thou would make of me then so shall I be. A civil man of culture and education."

Watson dared to reach out to pat him, "Precisely! Civil, cultured, educated and modern! Your peculiarity of speech, for one, will need to be corrected. Once I finish giving you a physical examination that will be the first thing to teach you."

Adam did not protest as Watson pulled out a roll of measuring tape and recorded the circumference of his chest. Watching the doctor work in his confident and diligent manner Adam couldn't help but allow himself to feel the barest spark of excitement. Perhaps Watson would finish the work Victor had started. Perhaps with fine clothing, good manners and an education to go with his new name Adam could finally be the one thing he had craved for all of his life.

Human.

[luneemeritus]

The Phantom of the Opera x Hazbin Hotel crossover AU (only Erik specifically actually)

So here I am making crossovers that no one cares about but fuck it these are my two favorite medias at the moment so. Here we go. (Please forgive my drawing skills I know it's not good)

Erik died in 1881 and went to Hell for obvious reasons.

He's a scorpion demon, and as he never sold his soul to any Overlord, he became independent and used his skills to handle himself. It's not easy, and he's been living in poverty and vulnerability during all those years, but it's nothing too different from his life.

He's poisonous, his venom is strong and he uses it frequently. It's not fatal because only angelic weapons kill sinners/demons, but it's still strong. He developed a new Punjab Lasso and has the power to hypnotize people with his voice, similar to his siren technique when he was a human. He discovered his pansexuality in Hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

So, years passed and now is modern days in Hell 🌈✨. Erik watched Charlie's fiasco in the TV and thought she was utterly pathetic. He doesn't deserve redemption after all, does he?... and even if he does, it's an impossible dream. No one cares for people like him, he's a lost case.

HOWEVER, after the news of Sir Pentious's arrival in Heaven spreads among Hell, Erik finally saw a chance of, maybe, at least finding a place to fit in. A place to not be completely alone for once. So he goes to the Hotel, yaaaayyy✨

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Erik's relationships in the Hazbin Hotel

I think the person Erik would relate the most is Vaggie. They both have dark pasts that they deeply regret and that still affects the way they interact with people. They both use violence as their only coping mechanism to keep any kind of vulnerability hidden. They both have physical disabilities in their face and felt in love with a blonde walking sunshine with daddy issues that sing like an angel. Also Vaggie is a literal angel sooo...

As for Charlie... well, I think he would apreciate to know the best side of her instead of just judging her as a fool, but, I still think he would find her dreams and projects extremely utopic. And let's be real, Charlie is unintentionally condescending sometimes and she is not the BEST with therapy or healing mechanisms for sinners, Erik wouldn't let it unnoticed.

I think Erik would be fascinated by Lucifer. First, because he's the literal Angel of Music, an archangel, and like, the 'Lucifer' archetype is a lot similar to Erik. The 'fallen angel' casted out from his home and judged as the devil by everyone. Very tragic, very Erik-y. And Lucifer is also a dreamer, maybe more rational than Charlie, and he is naturally friendly so I think Erik would be fascinated.

Niffty scares the hell out of Erik but that's on everyone.

Alastor... uhm listen I'm not obsessed over Alastor as everyone else is so I'm not an Alator expert BUT. I think he and Erik would hang out well. Not friends, but like, having good conversations. They're both cultured and have very strange and cynical views about humanity (misanthrope bonding lol). I don't think Erik would be horrified hearing about the horrible tales about the Radio Demon's crimes, first because he hates himself and thinks of himself as nothing better, and second because he doesn't consider himself a target for Alastor's wrath. Also I'm pretty sure Erik would prefer old fashion rather than modern technology (could they shit talk about Vox together? maybe).

If Erik had met Angel before S1-EP4, my god Angel would annoy the Hell out of Erik. It would be funny though, imagine if Angel starts flerting with Erik and he's just like ? Bro? I'm a hideous gargoyle why ya wanna fuck me? But, he meets Angel post-season 1 in this AU so. Erik would probably envy how beautiful and confident Angel is, but I'm not sure if they would hang out that much. I think Erik wouldn't really have an opinion about Angel. They just exist next to each other.

Husk! Well I have a headcanon that Erik drinks... a little. A little too much. And I imagine him drinking at the bar and dropping insane Leroux lore to Husk. Lol. Husk wouldn't be surprised 'cause he probably heard much worse things but, yeah, their relationship would be this.

E: "So I fucked up everything"

H: "that sucks man, 've been there".

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I won't do one for Pentious because he's already dead in this AU, but if you want to theorize how they'd interact feel free. anyway cringe ass aaaah crossover

[notnursenightingale]

He delighted in the energies of the passions; the difficulties and tempests of life, which wreck the happiness of others, roused and strengthened all the powers of his mind, and afforded him the highest enjoyments, of which his nature was capable. Without some object of strong interest, life was to him little more than sleep; and, when pursuits of real interest failed, he substituted artificial ones, till habit changed their nature, and they ceased to be unreal.

|| Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho

[fanartsandstuff]

WELL-It turns out if you drink only coffee and pull all nighter you can study and finish fanart. So here it is - fanart of chapter 2!

Character design for musical versions of Dr.Jekyll and Hyde taken from autor @definatelymrhyde and his drawings . I gave musical Henry different clothes bc why not. I think he look ~fancy~ in them.