#mr. sinnett

[jekylls-crippling-depression]

Lodgetember Day 26: Mr Sinnett‼️‼️‼️

Couldn't participate much with Lodgetember due to me going back into Univ and thinks has been hectic overe here, BUT!!! I WILL NOT MISS MY LIL GINGER BABY'S DAY!!!

Sinnett somehow catches my eyes during my first read into the comic, but tbh I guess that's because he got all of the physical traits of characters I've already liked (green coded, ginger, have freckles, a dork, chaotic, and goggles)

He's such a silly guy and I love him so much, so!! I could only draw sketches of him on my sketchbook during my free time today :3

Imma wait for y'all art of him, I swear if I see non today I'll come and get you /j/silly

[spirit0flondonatnight]

THE SILLIEST EVER

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

*clears throat*

‘ello, TGS nation!! are you a fan of jekyon? rarepairs? pirates and mermaids? maybe all three?

you should read @raine-st0rm and i’s fic! the first chapter was published a few minutes ago

Summary:

Robert Lanyon is one known to get attached. Things come and go. Animals, opportunities, people—as much as he cares for his crew, there are greater things out there.

When he encounters a mer for the first time, he should feel anything but pity for the cryptid in chains, right?

Right...

(Or: Robert Lanyon is insistent on capturing one Henry Jekyll while simultaneously hating Hyde. His crew's along for the ride, and hijinks ensue)

likes and (mainly) reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[trans-rockstar]

finished this last night, just didn't have time to post it, but here's the second one of these!!!

[whysomuchsuabru]

Flowers and Sinnett in their little winter coats from the bonus story from the tgs book. It was nice to see them in there (and Lavender too)

[maleaser]

Is... Is he okay?

[saveugoodmadam]

@leonenjoyer69 made a compilation of mr tanis screenshots so I thought I'd do the same with mr sinnett!!!

I also added a photo from my paperback of volume one because he appears in an illustration for a bonus story! :)

anyway yeah I love him so much he's the canon half of my oc × canon ship for good reason lmao

[andnowidie]

Day 3; Head cannons!!

There will probably not be alot on here as with the darwing for each charater i do i will put hc with them.

Ive got group hcs tho!

i think that the lodgers have a book club run by Ms lavender(they seem like a book worm) and most of them attend weekly. at one point they found a diary and all read that.

some of them need glasses to see but have broken in experiments or just dont wear (this came from me taking photos in cosplay D:)

all are gossips, dont tell anyone your secret or they all will know.

thye will chant "go to bed" or "drink water" collectively and not follow what they say.

there are never any cups in the kitchen, all fingers point to mr sinnett but no evidence yet.

some of them are dating each other and they have sleepovers. (and poly vibes ofc)

if technology existed they would do movie marathons and mario kart tournaments

they have the biggest dining table in the world and they all eat at the same time

i should go to bed i have to up in 7 hours

[londonsfinestscientists]

Lodgetember Day 26: Mr. Sinnett!

Mr. Sinnett is the Phlogistonic Pyrologist of the Society. He likely studies the chemical processes behind fire and combustion, notably those associated with the element phlogiston.

He has fluffy ginger hair and green eyes. He wears a green sweater over a button up, navy slacks, and knee high boots. He also usually wears bronze goggles, and his left arm is a prosthetic (though it's been drawn on both sides, making it a bit confusing on which is canon, so take this with a grain of salt). He's commonly seen with a flame thrower, and he wears black gloves when handling any equipment.

Tag your posts for him with #LodgetemberSinnett 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!

[ask-the-lodgers]

Oh hello! How unexpected, what a large group of people here! Excuse me for my forwardness but might I inquire as to who you all are?

Well, that'll be quite the long list, but if it'll help you, sure!

There's Doctor Helsby, Doctor Maijabi, Doctor Hans Phaall, Miss Chabra, Miss Flowers, Miss Lavender, Mr Archer, Myself (Mr Bird), Mr Doddle, Mr Griffin, Mr Luckett, Mx Mosley, Mr Pennebrygg, Mr Sinnett, Mr Tanis, Mr Tweedy, Mrs Cantilupe and Miss Ito.

As I said, a very long list. Hope it's useful though!

~ Bird

[jekylls-crippling-depression]

WE NEED MORE SINNETT ART GRRAAHHHH‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥 /silly

Something about his design and the wreckness vibe from him made me love him to the fullest and AUUGHHFEKCB💔💔

It was probably his green coded design and his silly fluffy ginger hair and his silly goggles but STILL!!!

I'll polish this later on ibispaint :3

[incorrect-lodgers-quotes]

Mr. Sinnett: What's up? I'm back!

Mr. Pennebrygg: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead.

Mr. Sinnett: Death is a social construct.

[grem-draws]

This week’s update of TGS many people are joking Mr. Sinnett’s dead, I just have to draw about this.

[grems-main-blog]

Today has been a boring day for me. Here are some sketches that I drew to get rid of my boredom (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧!

[whysomuchsuabru]

Found an old exhibition piece of Sinnett I never finished so here he is 🔥

[authorloremipsum]

Candle-maker

A “The Glass Scientists” fanfiction

Words: 2,243

Summary: Mr. Sinnett works with fire, but everyone needs a hobby. Just a ramble about making gifts for friends.

   There was a beautiful gold colored candle sitting on the counter of the kitchen. A lacey green ribbon was tied around the base and small, beautiful pink flowers were carved into the wax. Rachel had just returned from the market after trudging through November snow with a basket of eggs and butter, only to stop in the doorway upon spying this candle. She slowly shut the door and set her basket aside, staring at it with a small frown.    She walked over and picked it up, feeling its weight and lifting the small wick with a curious frown. Turning it over, she found a note tucked in the bow of the ribbon.    Dear Pidgely,    Thank you for the muffins.    -Sinnett    Again, she turned the candle over, smiling a little. Had he bought it for her? How kind!    She placed it on top of a cabinet and set about stripping out of her frosted winter clothes, making a mental note to thank the pyrologist later for his gift. ~    It was midnight, and Mrs. Cantilupe was finally turning in for the evening. She’d spent all afternoon and into the night dealing with a very small new creature, the pup of something monstrous and distinctly eldritch in nature, trying to tame it at least somewhat. It was dark in these halls, and Cantilupe found herself squinting through her glasses and the gloom, wishing she could turn up the lights a little.    When she came to her room, she bumped into something in front of the door. Kneeling down to search, she found a bundle of tall and thin candles tied with a light blue ribbon. A note was stuck to them, and in the brighter light of her room, she read the note.    Dear Cantilupe,    Had a few extras, noticed you didn’t have lights in your lab, thought you could use some.    -Sinnett    PS. Sorry the note is burned    Cantilupe couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling one of the thin candles from the bundle and setting it on a small, empty candle tray sitting on a chest of drawers. With the strike of a match, he room was lit. ~    Griffin woke with a start to a dark common room, the fire having long since burnt to ash. With a grumble he sat up, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses, fighting the urge to yawn as he searched the room for a clock. Then he realized that a small blue candle had been left burning for him, and at least half of it had melted away into a small puddle beneath it. For a long moment he stared at it, smiling a tiny bit before leaning down and blowing it out with a small puff.    He took a pen knife and scraped away the melted wax, pressing it together into a small ball and plucking the candle from the table. He tried to be quiet as he gathered his papers and shuffled upstairs, passing a few doors belonging to his friends.    As he passed Sinnett’s room, Griffin leaned down and placed the extra wax in front of the door with a small note.    Thanks    -Grif ~    Ito had a candle that burned blue, it was striped with different shades of grey and they promised that, as it burned, the flame would change.    Sinnett had made it yes, but Virginia had made it more interesting, giving him peculiar dusts and liquids to mix into the wax. He hadn’t used all of it of course, but the odd grey color that the candle became as a result of the chemicals was, unsettling. So, before he gave it to them for their birthday, he coated it in a lovely teal wax.    When he’d gone to give it to them over breakfast the next day they said: “You’re finished already?”    “Well, it only takes an afternoon to make these really, and I needed to wait for Pennebrygg to recalibrate my hand after I uh, broke it a bit,” Sinnett said with a shrug and a smile, gesturing with his metal hand. “I had time, is what I’m trying to say, and I hope I did well.” He offered it to them and Ito took the large candle, turning it over.    “It’s, big.”    “Well, it might not do well for light, but I hope you like it anyway, happy birthday,” he said, shrugging and awkwardly rubbing his upper arm. Ito examined the candle, a smile tugging onto their face. They stood and pat his shoulder, “Thanks Anthony, it’s a lovely gift.”    He beamed as they strode off, running a hand through his wild hair, a blush of pride on his cheeks.    Then someone tapped his shoulder, making him jump a little.    “Sinnett, you make candles?” they asked with a tilted head, curious. He glanced at them, realising it was Mosley and not some ghost come to haunt him for accidentally setting those houses on fire, and relaxed. “I do, it’s er, a way to keep myself distracted.”    “You don’t seem like the type who needs distracting,” Mosley remarked, a smile in his voice. Sinnett laughed awkwardly, “Well ah, you’d be mighty surprised. Not everyone appreciates lighting matched on impulse and burning things spontaneously.”    “Pardon?”    “Well, Luckett may cause things to explode, things just, ignite when I’m around,” Sinnett explained with a nervous smile. “I um, I light things on fire, that’s what I’m trying to say.”    Mosley snickered about something, “Well, best keep your hair short, wouldn’t want that catching on fire.”    “Yeah no kidding.” Sinnett exhaled sharply, remembering the time when a carelessly thrown match had ignited one of his shirts and set the cotton aflame. When people had come, smelling smoke and hearing noises of distress, he’d been shirtless and trying to stamp out not only the shirt he’d lit but the one he’d been wearing that’d unfortunately caught in the process. Now that had been awkward…    “Sinnett? Could you do it?”    “Do what?” he asked, blinking and snapping out of his unfocus. “I need some candles, very small ones that would fit into my lantern,” Mosley explained, holding up a round lantern the size of a football, containing a little tray within and a reflective lense. Sinnett leaned down and examined it, “I mean, I probably could. But, we’ve all got work and I mean-”    “I completely understand, it’s your hobby and I don’t expect you to work yourself to the bone making everyone candles,” Mosley said warmly, smiling behind his mask. “But, if you have any small ones, I’d be ever so grateful.”    “I think I can give you a few small ones,” Sinnett said with a small grin, folding his arms. He motioned with a hand and the two walked upstairs to his room. Pushing open the door released a very faint puff of smoke and perfume, like flowers, as the two walked in. Candles of all sizes and colors sat on different surfaces in the room, filling up the desk and sitting behind photo frames atop a singed chest of drawers. Mosley leaned in the door and peered around, not wanting to walk in much further as Sinnett began to check what he had.    It took only a moment for him to return with an armful of small candles, each barely larger than a bottle of ink. “D’you think these will work?” Mosley examined one of the candles and nodded, “Why, yes, I think these will do quite well. Do I owe you anything?”    Sinnett shook his head, “No no, it’s fine! This is my hobby, we both know my real passion is pyrology, this is just to keep my uh, pyromania in check. They’re free.” ~    It had been a bad evening.    First the tank on his thrower had sprung a leak, a leak that managed to soak his shirt and nearly set his entire desk on fire, and then after cleaning it up, he managed to drop something on the Thrower and create enough sparks to ignite what was left on the table anyway. And that hadn’t helped that he’d been itching to do some test burning anyway, the fire stunned him for long enough that he was probably going to have to replace the table.    And all of that made for approximately zero patience for candle making.    So he took the large matchbox from the top of his drawers, striking a match and starting to light candle after candle around his room until the air smelled like perfumes of all kinds. The tremor in his right hand began to act up, making his grip unsteady and shaky as he tried to light one more candle, and the match dropped onto the floor. Frantically, he stomped it out before anything could catch. He pushed open the window to air out the smoke before sitting on the ground, staring at the candles as they flickered.    A few minutes passed and someone knocked on the door.    “Come in!”  Sinnett called, sounding a little bit dead inside.    To his surprise, Doctor Jekyll opened the door and peered in. Sinnett sat up a little, “I uh, I can explain!”    Jekyll paused, and then looked concerned, “Did something happen?”    “I, don’t know, did something happen?” he countered, looking a bit like a startled cat.    “No no, merely, the smoke coming from your bedroom was doing everyone a concern,” Jekyll answered with a smile and a chuckle. Sinnett glanced up at the open window and offered a pathetic shrug, “Uh, sorry? Should, should I stop?”    “Stop what?”    “The candles?”    Jekyll frowned in surprise, “Oh, no! There’s nothing wrong with them, they’re lovely and you’re very good at making them.” He leaned in the doorframe casually, “If you don’t mind me asking, have you ever considered selling them?”    “Not really,” Sinnett admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and hair in thought. “I mean, I don’t make them often enough for that to really work so, I just don’t know.” He folded his arms and hunched his shoulders, “I feel like people are paying more attention to my candles than my actual work, and I get why but it’s, disheartening.”    “Well, I know many of them are grateful for a little extra light,” Jekyll said with a gentle smile. “I’ll be in my office if you want to talk.”    Sinnett nodded and watched him close the door, before smiling a little bit. He looked towards the closet, where he knew his crafting supplies were, a new idea occurring to him, and no desire to sleep on the horizon. ~    It was late evening when he finished, having long ago blown out most of his candles before they could melt away to nothing. The room smelled sweet, like peppermint, and so did the brick of homemade red wax that sat before him. It had been yellow maybe an hour ago, and the inside of this candle was a matching, lovely yellow color.    Now Sinnett sat, cross-legged on the floor, a knife in hand, carving small swirls into the base of the candle, just above a ribbon pressed into the base. Satisfied with the slightly shaky carving, Sinnett stood and dusted the red and yellow wax from his shirt and the candle.    Silently, he crept to the door and looked outside into the darkened and not entirely silent Society. Still moving as quietly as possible, he crept down the hall to the lobby. Overhead, the leviathan skeleton glowed softly, casting odd shadows as he tiptoed towards Jekyll’s office, knowing it was empty. Slowly, he pushed open the door and peered inside, freezing as he saw a shape sprawled on the desk with a bottle.    He pushed open the door a little more, “Doctor? Henry? You asleep in here?” The figure started and sat up, squinting at him, hair sticking out in every direction. “Oh, Hyde, it’s just you. What, what’re you doing in here with the lights off?”    “I was reading,” he said, sitting up, barely visible in the dark room. He reached out and turned up a lamp, illuminating things a bit better. “Y’know, I would have liked to go out but, not feeling the greatest. What do you want?”    Sinnett shrugged vaguely, holding up the candle. “I uh, couldn’t sleep, so I made something for Henry. I, thought he’d appreciate it.”    Hyde stood, slid over the top of the desk, and strode over to take the candle. He sniffed it and grinned, “Peppermint?”    “Seemed fitting,” the pyrologist said with a shrug. Another idea began to occur to him, but he pushed it out of the way, not having the most pleasant exchanges with the man before him.    But Hyde smiled and shrugged, “I prefer your flamethrower to this candlemaking stuff, kind of girly if you ask me. Hey, keeps you from setting the Society on fire, so that makes it kind of cool. Bit like whittling, with wax.”    Sinnett found himself smiling a little, “Well uh, glad you like it. Do me a favor, don’t ruin it for Henry, okay?”    Hyde looked hurt, putting a hand to his chest and pouting. “I’m insulted! Look even I wouldn’t go so low as to destroy gifts between friends.” He winked at Sinnett and placed the candle on the desk, “Goodnight Mr. Sinnett, if you don’t mind, I’ve a bottle of whiskey to finish.”    He grinned a little and shrugged, “Sure, goodnight Hyde.” ~    By morning, there was a second candle on Jekyll’s desk.    Green on the outside, white on the inside, with a wick that’d burn green.