#red eyed hyde

[frogskelton]

[yourfavouritefighter]

for that expressions meme: jekyll D3 and hyde A1, B4, B5 or E3 (yes the crying one. u dont gotta pick that one tho) ur art is so amazing im excited to see what you do 😋😋

i struggled so hard with A1 for like no reason???? so it’s just a tiny lil jyde doodle.

(the ask meme in question for those who want their silly guy’s drawn: link clink)

[bkworm5]

[viro-lil-goat]

School doodles in honour of hyde and red eyed hyde coming back 🎊

[saveugoodmadam]

LISTEN LISTEN HIS EYES ARE COVERED!!!!

this is how the red-eyed jekyll theories can still win-

[jamiepridejester]

[dustmint]

"Good girls call me the town bicycle. Don't knock until you've tried my life of sin"

Silly little thing I did, based on Noel's lament from Ride The Cyclone :3

[an-army-of-nightmares]

The porcelain jekyll au is so cool I bet whoever made it is like super hot or something. Veery talented. Awesome even.

[teen-heart-throb-mr-hyde]

ok. more thoughts on this page.

we’ve seen all the main characters use these “speech boxes” as opposed to speech bubbles at various points. they tend to be used to show a character narrating, telling a story or recounting past events so we can see actually see these events play out while they talk about it, rather than just standing around a dumping a bunch of exposition.

jasper in chapter 8,

rachel in chapter 11, (though this instance being her speaking over events that are happening concurrently to her talking to jasper)

lanyon in chapter 12,

and jekyll in chapter 11. (also this panel makes me want to eat drywall.)

but, pretty infamously, hyde uses these speech boxes pretty frequently. he’s the first character to use them, in fact. but in his case, his speech boxes are never him speaking aloud, they’re never him recounting the past. they’re his internal monologue, something that is such a notable idiosyncrasy of his that it’s brought up in-universe.

he’s the only character who uses the speech boxes as his internal monologue rather than external narration. he’s the only character we really get any internal monologue from (there’s once instance of jasper having a thought bubble at in chapter 1, and then that’s it iirc.)

that is, until now. and it’s jekyll doing it.

i just think jekyll doing something that has been up until this point so intrinsically linked to hyde is... interesting. and again, jekyll’s face is most definitely being purposefully obscured. but also to note, every character has had a distinct colour associated with their speech boxes, with jekyll’s being red as opposed to hyde’s being a dull orangey-yellow. so it’s still very much supposed to be jekyll’s “voice.” again, interesting.

also, note the the type of internal monologue. self loathing/doubt directly followed by a reassurance--as if two very different ideas are fighting in his brain?

sound familiar?

[kayatoastkkat]

GUYS ONCE AGAIN WE CALLED IT

HE TRANSFORMED WHILE SLEEPING AYYY AAAAH AAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA ITS HIM

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT WE ALL KNEW IT

(lanyon still sleeping tho pfft-)

oh he actually ISN'T being an idiot HE DID THAT SPOT CHECK HE REALISED GOOD ON YOU HENRY

NOW RUN THE HELL BACK TO YOUR OFFICE COME ON WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR LANYON MIGHT WAKE UP ANY MOMENT

HE'S BACK! HYDE'S BACK OFFICIALLY AFTER...LIKE SEVEN MONTHS!!

HE'S BACK AND HE'S AS SILLY AND GOOFY AS EVER LOOK AT THEM HANDS

and poor Jekyll...he doesn't even know what's happening. Just wait till Lanyon wakes up. I need my angst to sustain my lifeforce COME ON GUYS I WANT ANGST

[iimr3]

UH OH FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!

[aliens-took-my-iwa-chan]

oh my god oh my god oh my GOD im so scared for the next chapter

[leigh-kay]

time for dom tyler w a vamp gf bc he has a thirst for fear and blood and she cant die and likes pain 🤭

Close Your Eyes // Tyler Galpin

warnings: dark!tyler, biting, mean!dom!tyler, hyde comes out but not ugly bug eyes, just claws lmfao, slapping, blindfold, blood, smut (again obvi), degrading, praising, fingering, oral (woman recieving), manhandling, may make some uncomfy☝️

smut smut smut SMUT bc he deserves the hype truly

Tongue and teeth and hands and skin. Red, and white, and the absence of it all.

She relished in the feeling of the sting across her cheek, squealing at the feel of his hands gripping at her breasts, and jumping each time he let her go to grab at her again.

"Ty," she breathed, chest brushing his as he held her wrists to the wall, "can I see you yet?"

"I wanted to try a blindfold actually."

She ran it through her mind as she breathed him in, pausing before opening her eyed of her own accord.

"Why?'

His grip on her wrists loosened, soothing shapes traced where bruises would remain tomorrow, "If you can't see what I'm doing, you'll be forced to anticipate what I do next."

She read between the lines. Anticipate. Be nervous. Nerves meant fear, excitement. Fear fed the fire the hyde instilled in him, and excitement wasn't hard to come by when he had such a way with her body.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

She nodded, pressing the last soft kiss of the night to his lips, "Show me why I should be scared."

He groaned, hand tracing at her neck, "Close your eyes."

He was gone, and then he wasn't. She felt the fabric as he fastened it around her eyes.

It was light, and he tyed it tight, but not so tight it hurt.

"You," he sucked against the column of her throat, "are so fucking good for me, arent you?"

she nodded, a smile gracing her despite the handling she knew was to come.

she loved her sweet, soft eyed boyfriend when he was quiet and shy, holding her hand; she also loved her dark, careless, merciless boyfriend when he threw her around and fucked her dumb.

"Always so willing," she felt the dull point as he held it between her breasts, cutting through the thin fabric of her top.

As the fabric fell to the floor, the point still trailed her stomach. Dull enough to graze, sharp enough to cut if he so wished.

Her breath caught, head collapsing to the wall as it poked below her waistline.

"Careful. Wouldn't want to cut you, yeah?" his laugh was sadistic.

It drove her fucking crazy.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Cut me, Ty."

The burn across her face was familiar.

"You're so fucking needy. It's pathetic."

"I want you," she screamed as he dug his claws into the flesh of her thigh, "to hurt me."

She couldn't see it, oh how she fucking wished she could, but she could hear it. Feel it.

He was smiling, "Anything you want."

She was in his arms, legs wrapped at his waist as his cock hardened as her core ground against him with each step.

He dropped her to the bed with no warning, the fall catching her off guard.

As she tried to sit up, he shoved her to her back. Her thighs clenched as he ran his teeth across his collarbone. She was unsure if the substance between her legs was her own arousal or the blood from the wound he'd dug into her skin.

As he trailed across her breasts, he bit down, sending her back arching into him as she whimpered.

"Tyler!" she gasped, her own nails raking through his scalp, gripping at his hair as he worked.

As his touch left her, she whined, a pout crossing her as she felt the bed shift.

Where had he gone?

His fingers clutched around her ankles, ripping her down the mattress as he attached his lips to her center through the fabric covering her.

It sent her reeling as she jolted at the contact.

"Tell me what it is."

She lay confused, turned on probably more than she should be, eyes open under the blindfold, as if she could look for the answer.

The shock of the cold against her clit as he tugged her panties to the side answered her queries.

"Fuck!"

He ran it down her folds, pressing viciously against her clit as he pushed at her thighs to keep her down.

"Either you stay still or this ends."

She nodded, body trembling as she tried to keep herself still.

Her fingers scraped against the bed as he thrust tso of his fingers in with no warning, keeping the ice at her most sensitive spot.

He went slow, dragging through her as she moaned, "Tyler, faster!"

He gripped at her hips, mouth meeting her as he picked up the pace. He groaned as she bucked back against him, urging him to go faster still.

As her head rolled back, his teeth tugged at her, tongue soothing the burn as she writhed, the previous warning forgotten.

"Taste so fucking good," he sighed into her.

As her hormones surged and her back arched, she cried out for him, reaching desperately for him as she yanked him to her level, forcing her lips against his.

She came as his fingers never gave up, her fangs piercing his lower lip.

As she floated down his hand trapped her own two in a cage above her head, his tongue running across her neck as he bit down.

It was sick, and disgusting, the way she ached each and everytime he tore into her.

It invoked a feeling so raw, so confusing, and so fucking enticing.

He hadn't fully released her from the hold of his mouth as he pushed her up, only letting go as he flipped her to the position he wanted her.

"I'm gonna fuck you, and you're not going to cum until I say so."

"Yes, please."

His palm cracked down across her ass as he rubbed himself against her, teasing.

With slow, torturous taps to her clit, rubbing his tip along her as he fought his own sense of control from behind her.

"Goddamnit Ty-"

His hand collided with her pussy, making her shout as her back dipled further inwards.

He eased into her, allowing no recovery time as he pounded into her, his hand sneaking around her neck, pulling her up against him.

"You're so pretty when you let me fucking destroy you."

Her lip was between her teeth, fighting the sounds trying to escape her.

She felt dirty, sick, and she was. God she really was. Because she loved it.

"Letting me ruin your sweet little outfit," his fingers found her clit, "carve into you like the pain slut you are," he rubbed rough figure eights against her, grip at her neck tightening, "and now you're letting me fuck you stupid."

She gripped a hand at his around her neck, pushing further against her windpipe, her eyes drifting to the back of her head.

Her moans were strangled and the she felt so so dizzy.

She could smell the adrenaline, sense her own nerves as he could do anything he pleased with her. She could nearly taste the anger and the rage seeping out of him as he buried himself inside of her.

He dropped the grip at her neck, feeling her clench around his cock, "dont you dare cum without permission."

His thrusts grew deeper, his hands ravaging her body as he took what he wanted.

He was beautiful, she didn't need to see physically to see him in her own mind.

Head thrown bad, the low growls ripping out of his throat revealing he was just as close as she was.

The way he ripped himself from her to throw her to her back again only solidified what she'd known

"Tyler, right there, please!"

He kept his pace, stabbing st her g spot with each and every thrust, "Please- let me-"

"Say my name."

"Tyler," she gasped.

"Whose fuck toy are you?"

"Y-yours," her lip bled with how hard she bit down, "I'm yours!"

"Now!" he demanded.

She broke.

Her lips met his neck as she dug her teeth into the skin of his neck. Her mouth rushed with his blood as she came apart on him. As she savored his taste he lost himself, cumming inside her.

The shocks sent the two of them into a spiral, reaching and gripping and gasping.

As she pulled from his neck, he rushed his lips to hers, tasting his own blood, running his tongue across hers to capture the taste.

He ripped at the blindfold, revealing her eyes before kissing her once more, his hold on her waist not faltering.

"I love you."

He slowly withdrew from her, gentle hands as he brushed the stray hairs from her cheeks, "I worship you."

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[octopus-punching-union]

Thoughts on the new chapter...

Ed was NOT what I was expecting lol

Lyca is a sweetheart. Darkwick is totally lying about letting him go back to Neros after he acclimates to human society. (I have a bad feeling that we're going to find out something like Neros gave Lyca to Darkwick...)

Obscuary has only been around for two years. Has Ed only been with the Academy for two years?

Ed knows a lot about anomalies and the Academy doesn't listen to him. He's spoken up about the confinement and handling of anomalies before. The last couple of chapters are making me really dislike the Chancellor and Moby. (Or maybe it's orders coming down from a higher authority at the Institute? Jin's father?)

Was Rui previously in Ultio? He already knew about the secret prison. But he didn't know about Lyca, so maybe not. Or maybe he was in Clementia? He was kinda evasive when he was talking about that and his curse...

More on the prison — we've seen the Barometz before. MC passed by it while exploring the prison the first time. The mission notes said they considered the Barometz to be low-risk, so why were they keeping it in the prison? How do they decide what is imprisoned and what isn't?

Interesting that the Academy has surveillance within the prison (and the security guards aren't super competent). Did they have cameras on Lyca, too? Did they know when MC found the prison? Do they know that Subaru has been visiting Lyca this whole time?

I don't think the murder that sparked the Clash was Alan killing Dante. (I've been thinking for a while that Alan "killed" Dante before Darkwick.)

What does "one eyed sleeping beauty" mean, anyway? Is that descriptive of the victim and/or crime scene? Who was killed, anyway? (One eyed = the body was missing an eye? Sleeping beauty = the body/crime scene was otherwise peaceful? Just throwing out ideas here.)

I think the list of murder suspects is a red herring. Wouldn't the Academy lock up whoever they thought was the killer? Interesting that Taiga and Romeo aren't on the list.

Is Ed's "sixth sense" his stigma, or is it a vampire thing?

Rui apparently doesn't need to say anything to use his stigma. (According to Hyde in the prologue, this is rare. He also said that Jin is/was also able to do it... I think Jin can do it again, we didn't see him using his incantation in Vagastrom.)

Gonna reread today. I feel like I missed a lot.

[ja9-animations]

TGS but what if when Jekyll wakes up as Hyde and realizes he can't change back, he fully embraces it and goes off to do whatever he wants as red-eyed Hyde with no restrictions. What if he doesn't want to go back to being Jekyll and fakes his own death to go live on as Hyde. What if Hyde does find a way to gain control back as green-eyed Jekyll and asks for Lanyon or Rachel's help. This has a lot of angsty possibilities.

[jellyfishsthings]

My lips. Your lips. Apocalypse.

Warnings: angst, smut

part 1

A whole eternity seems to pass instead of mere hours, until he wakes up. He looks all around him, bleary-eyed. His eyes land on me and the gun I am holding and naturally he panics trying to move to cover himself up only to notice that his hands are tied to the bed.

"You know." He says it as a statement and not as a question. I simply nod, unable to frame my thoughts. "Are you going to turn me in?" He asks in a scared voice.

Thing is that Hydes are manipulative and completely controlled by their urges and yet… all I see is Tyler. My Tyler. So I nod negative. "Will you let me go? What are you going to do to me?"

"I don't know." I whisper." I have been sitting here for over three hours trying to find a solution but I am still empty-handed."

I hear the front door shut loudly and after that.

"Tyler, what did I say about taking out the trash."

I quickly unlock his handcuffs and quickly get out of the window running at full speed into the forest, until my lungs give out. Supporting myself in a tree bark as I take deep breaths. That's when I feel a hard chest press me to the tree, gluing my front and turning my head to the side. My breaths are uneven and panicky, yet I still pick up his scent, coffee with a smidge of his cologne.

"How-"

"I run fast. Now I want you to stay still and listen. Can you do that for me?" He whispers in my ear, as his breath fans my upper neck. I try to push backwards and free myself. That's when I feel something hard pressing in my backside and my cheeks flame. He presses me harder and I whine in protest." What did I just say huh? Do you see what you are doing to me?" My frantic beating heart seems to be trying to escape my ribcage.

A part of me rebels at that, Tyler wants me. But the more sensible part of me is scared out of his mind because as I let my mind slip into his, turning my eyes into a deep midnight blue, I see everything Ms Thornhill and everything she has done to him. So I make a fast decision in a slip of a second.

As I turn my head towards him as much as possible and mutter " Do something about it then."

He manhandles me, spinning me so to face him. Attacking my lips and tearing apart my shirt, exposing my bra-covered chest. His head dips down sucking mouthfuls of my neck and my chest and then somehow locating my nipples, wetting the thin material of my bra to pinpoint them and then sucking them, creating an amazing friction. My eyes well up as he slowly draws my bra straps down my arms, and attacks my nipples once again, paying them a special tribute, sucking licking and lightly biting them, being encouraged by my breathy moans.

I grab the hem of his t-shirt and feel up his strongly defined pecs, his midriff and then the v between his hips. Eager to see the rest of him. He chuckles and unbuttons my pants, letting them drop to my feet. He waits until I step out of them and grabs my thighs, easily lifting me up as my legs wrap around his waist. He lowers his pants and boxers and grabs my panties by the waistline. He draws them up slightly until they are snug against my entrance and then in one quick motion he tears them to shreds.

He grabs the head of his cock, running his finger over his tip and guides it towards my center. He looks me dead in the eyes and enters me in one swift motion. My tears finally spring free as I gasp at the feeling of him. I am filled to the brim, and despite the pain it feels amazing. He quickly starts moving, snapping his hips fast and hard. The force of his movements is so much that my back is moving up and down the tree bark, and it surely leaves red marks in its wake.

My hands latch to his shoulders, keeping him impossibly close, and he grabs handfuls of my ass, using it as leverage to bounce my on his cock. My moans are loud and borderline pornographic as he hits all the right spots. Before I know it my stomach contracts and my pussy tightens around him, resulting in the curses that fly out of his mouth. I am so close, and he knows it. I am ready to let go as I feel a sharp pain in my ass cheek.

"You cum when I say so. Understand princess?" He punctuates the question with a couple of spanks and I squeal in delight as my back arches and my tits land in the front of his face. He takes full advantage of that, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples once more.

"Tyler please." I sob. His answering chuckles are muffled by my breast. His thrusts soon after turn sloppy and lose their rhythm.

"Let go for me" he whispered into my skin and that is exactly what I do. I see stars under my eyelids. And pant as his forehead rests against my own. I slowly regain my senses and most importantly my composure, as I open my eyes and find his loving stare and giddy smile. I feel my heart tore open as tears run down my face and collect in my chin. His expression turns into a confused one as he sees my tears and asks. "What's wrong princess?"

"I am sorry Tyler. I love you." I say as my eyes turn once again midnight blue. I slowly collect his memories, those that include Thornhill, those that include me and turn them into ash. I make him forget and instead plant the idea of the High-strung academy, the one that accepts mythical creatures as students, the one he will be safe. His body slowly sags against mine as he loses his sense while his brain rebuts. My feet fall to the ground, they are weak but they still hold up my weight. I dressed us up and I let him rest against the tree. That beautiful mahogany tree.

My torn shirt does little to protect me from the cold weather, but I pay no attention to it. I walk fast, with a purpose as I find my phone in my pocket and I dial a number. I hear it ring a couple of times before I hear an answer.

"Hello this is the Jerico police department. What is your emergency?"

"I found a boy in the woods please. Come quickly."

"Alright ma'am tell me exactly were you -"

I cut the line short and hide behind some bushes.

He is still visible from here. The police cars soon arrive and find him. Their Sheriff's son, he is safe. That's what matters. I wait until they disappear, only then do I allow myself to break in tears. Only then do I realize that I lost him forever.

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