#mm edmund jekyll

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Mysfits!!!!

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Some Gothic Gang Sillies

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Started redesigning the Mysfits

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are the Jekyll family doing anything fun for Christmas Eve this year? (writing or drawing prompt, whichever you prefer!)

Tis long

"Are you sure we can't open a present early? Adam lets Timothy do that!" Edmund protested while he helped Lisa set the table for dinner. "Because it's more fun to open them all together on Christmas morning," she said. "And you lack the restraint to not open the rest, unlike Tim," Edith popped her head in as she carried a pot of chicken pot pie. He glared at his twin. Lisa giggled. "Edith, be nice," Henry said, carrying two trays into the dining room. The duo set the dishes on the table, and the family sat down to eat. Lisa's eyes glowed orange, and from her finger tip, small balls of fire shot out and lit the candles at the table. "Papa, can I open a Christmas present early?" Edmund asked. "Isn't it more fun to open them altogether?"

"Yea, but," Edmund glanced at Edith briefly, "but Robin and Anaïs get to open gifts early!" Edith sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Teddy. They're Jewish, they celebrate Hanukkah."

"Oh." Henry patted his back. "You can open your presents tomorrow, everyone else is." Edmund sighed. "Ok." Lisa hummed in thought. "You know what you can do after dinner?"

"Please don't say the dishes." She laughed. "No, sweetie, hehe, what you can do is-" she paused for dramatic effect as her eyes glimmered, and a freshly frosted gingerbread house zoomed in and landed on the table, "-is help me decorate this gingerbread house!" Edmund's jaw dropped. "HECK YEAH!" he exclaimed, starting to eat his food quickly. Edith looked at the gingerbread house herself, and started eating too.

Lisa giggled and took a long drink of her eggnog. "You know Harry, I don't think I ever had gingerbread before moving in with you," she said, "I never got any as a kid 'cause of my braces."

"Wait you used to have braces?" Edith asked. Henry nodded. "She looked very cute in them," he said fondly. She rolled her eyes. "Headgear was the price of cuteness." Henry's eyes lit up mischievously. "I think I have pictures of you with the headgear," he said while getting up and running up the stairs. "HENRY NO-!" She started to chase him. The twins snickered as they finished their dinner and started working on the gingerbread house.

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Third wheels

(And introducing our newest character Catherine Linton, Jr of Wuthering Heights)

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Some cursed images (thanks Ford for most of these)

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Track 1/39 of the Mysfits playlist :)

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16 for Lisa :3

Fambly <333

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Drawing Request: Henry trying to bargain with his kids to get them to go to bed.

He is trying <3

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♟ for the twins?

Edmund is drawing and Edith is making paper snowflakes :)

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First chapter of the next Mysfits' adventure :D

Robin tapped their fingers against their desk. He didn't like school too much. Sure, he liked math, Edmund was nice and Edith was cool, but he was frequently bullied. Especially by Bianca Sampton. Robin didn't like her very much. She'd make fun of him and his friends all the time, regardless of what they did to ignore or stop her. Anaïs had said that she only gets away with it because she's rich and her parents helped fund the school. They sighed. There was only two minutes left of school, and then it'd be a week off of school. "Psst. Rob." He looked to his left. It was Edmund. "Wanna come over to my house tomorrow?" he asked while smiling. Robin had been over at his house so much that it felt like he was hardly at his own. "I'll th-think about it," they replied. Edmund gave a thumbs up and went back to messing with his mechanical pencil. The bell rang, and the kids rejoiced, grabbing their bags and rushing out the door. Only Robin walked, as well as Edith. "Have a nice break you two," their teacher, Ms. Green, said. "You too," Robin said quickly while Edith only nodded. As they walked to the exit, Edith cleared her throat. "So what do you think-."

"Huh?"

"Let me finish my sentence. Of Jack and Erik. It's been a year since, well, you know."

"They're cool, I guess." He was happy to be adopted by them, but deep down he missed his birth parents, he wanted nothing more than to see them again. He did care about them a lot, but it always felt like he didn't truly belong in their home. Edith hummed. "I always thought of them as weird, I mean, Uncle Jack's love for Sprite is not normal." He chuckled a little while Edith remained straight-faced. They arrived outside, where Edmund was waiting for them. "Did you think about it?" he asked, "You said you'd think about it." Edith rolled her eyes. "Teddy he doesn't always have to come over to our house, he needs to spend time away from us every now and then," she said with a frown. Edmund frowned defeatedly. A car horn honked. Edmund's dismal expression immediately lit up. "See ya later Robin!" he shouted as he ran over to his mom's car. Edith walked after him. "Take care." Robin waved good bye when suddenly a force wrapped their arms around him and pushed him to the ground. He looked over to see Anaïs. "Hi Robby!" she said with a big smile. "Ani you're hurting me," he said, sitting up. She giggled. "I can't wait to show you my art today! We made pumpkins!"

"Oh cool." She nodded. "I asked Mr. B if I could make mine pink, and he let me, and then everyone else started to ask if they could use different colors!" She continued to ramble on and on about her day, which Robin didn't mind. He enjoyed hearing what she had to say. Eventually, Jack's car pulled up. Robin and Anaïs got into the backseat, and she greeted Jack in the same fashion as she did with Robin. "How was school, kiddo?" he asked while patting her head. She sat in her car seat and went into detail of her whole day. Since he already heard the whole story, Robin stared out the window as they drove home.

Night time arrived sooner than later. Robin got dressed in his oversized pj's, it was a habit he picked up so he'd always be prepared for a transformation, full moon or no full moon. He was settled in bed with a book when there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" he asked. The door opened to reveal Erik. "I haven't seen you all day, my little songbird," he said, sitting in the chair by Robin's desk. "Well, you have been busy with your latest musical."

"It's not really my musical, I'm just conducting the orchestra," he beamed. His smile faded however as he noticed Robin's unenthused expression. "Is something troubling you?" he asked. They shrugged. "It's the book I've been reading, Peter and Wendy, I don't get why anyone would turn down the idea of never growing up." Erik looked sad, and glanced to the side. "Well, I used to know someone who similarly thought that way for a long time. From what I understand, you'd miss out on a lot of things if you stayed a child forever. Not to mention that you'd miss the ones you love."

"Well, I guess," he sighed, "It's weird. I don't want to get older, but I don't want to stay here forever. I wish that I could be somewhere like that, like here!" They pointed at the book. Erik hummed in thought. "That would be cool I suppose, but Neverland is a fictional place. You could visit it in your dreams tonight," he smiled, pressing his forehead against theirs. "Good night dear."

"Night, Papi."

Robin couldn't sleep very well. He kept tossing and turning in bed. It felt hot in the room, maybe he could crack open the window for a bit. He put his glasses back on and carefully stepped towards the window, and he opened it. The cool, autumn air flowed through the room. He sighed with relief. He looked out at the night sky, at all the twinkling stars in the sky. Maybe he could make a few wishes. He closed his eyes. He wished to go somewhere where he could feel more comfortable, a place that felt fully like home. He opened his eyes, and turned to go back to bed. However, there was a dark shadow on the wall in front of them, one that was not their own. His body started to quiver with fear. He turned around, and his eyes widened. There was a figure standing on the windowsil. His heart started to pound in his chest. The figure, squatted and pulled up the window all the way, and slipped into the room. Robin took a step back. The figure was dressed in earthy greens and browns, and was a bit taller than him, but not like how an adult was taller, more like a middle schooler. The figure had pointed ears and cold looking eyes. The figure grinned and crossed his arms. "You were making a lot of wishes, ya know? Spare some for the rest of us," he laughed. Robin only stared in fear and confusion. "Wh-who are you?" He desperately wanted to run and get Jack and Erik but his body was frozen. "Who else would I be?" Robin studied the figure more carefully before glancing over at the Peter and Wendy book on his side table. No, no it couldn't be, could it?

Pan grinned. "Say, what's your name?" Robin hesitated before mumbling their name. "Nice to meet ya, Robin." He looked him up and down. "You're a big kid, you could be useful around camp." What. "Why don't you come with me, away from this dump? The boys will love you." Robin paused. "Could I br-bring my sister?" Pan wrinkled his nose. "Ew a sister? No, no way. Girls will ruin the vibe of the whole place." Robin glared. "Then I'm not coming with you!" Pan chuckled. "Who said you had a choice?"

Down the hall, Jack heard a scream coming from Robin's room. He immediately jumped out of bed, Erik following suit. He opened the door hastily, seeing only his empty room. The window was wide open. He rushed to it, searching for a sign for them. "Robin!" he shouted, jumping out the window and landing safely on the ground. He ran into the backyard, looking around for his son. Robin's screams could still be heard, but he was no where to be found. He rushed back inside, and went to grab his phone.

Meanwhile Anaïs, who had woken up to the sudden noise, entered Robin's room and looked out the window frantically for him. However something else caught her eye. High up in the sky, rushing towards the stars, were two dark figures. One was flying, the other was thrashing their arms around, crying for help.

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Fluffy Writing or Drawing Prompt: Hen-Hen helping one or more of his kids get dressed up fancy for a big event. Him being such a proud Dad seeing his kid(s) looking all grown up.

Have a they 💜

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FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER

Edmund had noticed how Edith's voice sounded quite hoarse. That was very unlike her usual tone, monotone and clear. But now her hoarse voice was starting to make him even more worried. "Edith you don't look so good, are you okay?" Edmund said, stopping the group in their tracks. Edith opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out as she passed out on the grass. The trio stared silently out of initial shock, before Edmund starting screaming. He ran to her side, pulling her up and trying to wake her up. "Edith?! Edith, please wake up!" He continued to repeat the words over and over again. "What do we do, what do we do?!" Robin asked, grasping his head. Edmund thought about what Papa would say to do: find the nearest adult. "Robin! Carry Edith, and Maisie, drag the wagon! Both of you follow me!" Robin picked Edith up the best he could, and Maisie pulled the wagon. Edmund started to run as fast as he could, and the others followed. "Help! Somebody! Anybody, please!" he screamed, frantically wishing and hoping that someone was there. He continued to run, there was nothing else he could do. The others followed close behind, and soon Edmund's screams were rewarded. A small village could be seen at the end of the woods. The trio ran to the nearest house and Edmund pounded on the door. He gasped for air, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of him. Maisie and Robin looked the same way. Edith was still limp. The door opened eventually. The kids looked up to see a tall, skinny man with a concerned expression on his face. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I'm Edmund, that's Maisie and Robin. Edith, my sister, she's dying!" Edmund said, pointing to Edith, "She wasn't looking so good, and then she fainted!" The tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Get inside," the man said, taking Edith from Robin. The kids followed him in, and he rested Edith on the couch. "Do you guys need water or food? Where are your parents?" he asked. "We've been on a quest!" Maisie said with a proud, sharp-toothed smile. The man's eyes had a hint of shock, but he quickly changed the subject. "A quest? Away from your parents?"

"Yeah we were trying to find our uncle's brother, so by default our uncle," Edmund laughed uneasily. Robin looked over at a display case. "Are th-those knives?" he asked curiously. "Oh, those. Yeah, I've collected knives since I was twelve."

"Well that's definitely not problematic," a very tired and raspy sounding voice said. Edmund gasped excitedly. "Edith! You're okay! You're not dead!" He rushed over to her. "Do you remember your name?! How many fingers am I holding up?!" Edith's eyes were barely open. "You're not holding any up, you nimrod," she said hoarsely. "Oh right." She closed her eyes again. "Where are we?" she mumbled. "We're at this guy's house," Maisie said, pointing to the man. "Cool," she mumbled. "Could you get her water please?" Robin asked. The man nodded, and turned to the kitchen. Edmund glanced around the room. There was a bookshelf full of video games, older games. He recognized a few titles, they were at Edward's place. The guy quickly came back. "Here you go," he said, giving the water to her. She muttered a thank you before taking a drink. "Ok, but seriously where are your parents?"

"They should be at home," Edmund calmly said, "I don't know if they went anywhere."

"Don't you know their phone numbers?" Edmund and Maisie shook their heads. The man groaned. "Ok where did you come from?"

"We came through the woods, we're on a quest to find our uncle!" Edmund reminded. The man laughed a bit. "When I was a kid, I couldn't even go outside, I was bed-bound, sick with some unknown illness. My brother Victor would always tell me about his 'adventures' outside." Edmund's eyes widened. "Wait your brother's name is Victor? What's your name?!"

"Oh dang I forgot to even introduce myself," he laughed a bit, "I'm Ernest, Ernest Frankenstein."

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Track 2/39 of the Mysfits playlist :)

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Positive Paragraphs: The mystic mysfits learning to weave friendship bracelets?

"Ugh, this is so hard!" Edmund growled as he attempted tying his bracelet together. "Man that sucks," Anaïs said as she finished making her second bracelet. Robin successfully made his first bracelet, which was a little loose. "I did it!" he proudly proclaimed, holding up their bracelet. Maisie, who was chewing on hers, gave a thumbs up. Edith twirled hers around with her finger as Oliver accidentally made a bow instead of a bracelet. "I think mine turned out okay!" he said. Anaïs furrowed her eyebrows. "Why don't I just make them for ya all instead?" she offered. Everyone except Edmund nodded. "There we go! I did it!" he said. He put it on, proudly showing it off. "Teddy the point of friendship bracelets is to give them to your friends," Maisie said with a laugh. "What friends?" Edith asked with a smirk. "Hey!"

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Hen-Hen carrying ALL his kids = serotonin