#the jekyll and Hyde experiment

[definatelymrhyde]

A Real Life Experiment

Based Off of

TGS!!

INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT

HI HELLO!!

So as we know, in TGS, Jekyll and Hyde had hear the voice of whoever is not currently in control of their body. So @jekyll-everything (Ash) and I have decided that we want to find a way to carry this out in real life.

I am in summer school, at a university level art course as of current, on Monday, 22 of July, I will get into a discord VC with Ash at 10:00 am MDT when my class starts. From then on, until school ends at 5:00 pm, Ash will play ‘Hyde’ and comment on my surroundings, taunt me, and otherwise try to get me to break. Only I will be able to hear this due to my headphones.

The purpose of the experiment?

To see how Jekyll deals with Hyde’s bullshit on a day to day basis, and to put into perspective how hard it would be to keep a straight face at all these comments.

Why can you trust this will be at least somewhat accurate? Well, both Ash and I are both actors, Ash has spent the past two years being in musical theatre classes, and my first ever job was scare acting in October! So we can both garuntee we can hold a facade to some degree. We’ve also held similar experiments before, but they’ve only lasted a half hour at absolute most.

We’re streaming in the Lodger Lounge (musical edition) server where we’re making the song - so to the people in that server, feel free to pop in and out of the vc!

I will make an update post after the experiment is done and we’ve finished compiling all the information!!

If anybody has any questions, feel free to contact me through dms, comments under this post!!

[gabriel-thotterson]

being a years long jekyll & hyde fan means having several different people all separately show you the tweet that says "the opposite of formaldehyde is casualdejekyll"

[quartzteph]

feelin alive, might set a city block on fire idk <3

ITS HALLOWEEN YIPPEE!!!!! I will take any excuse to wear the Hyde cosplay (both because it is fun and because I spent wayyy to much time sewing this cape just for it to hang in my closet all the time). Anyways here’s the full thing:

[kusnechik]

Rawr eksdee

[rayofmisfortune]

Oop, he ded

Okay so a funny story behind this thing sdfkjs I doodled the pose mspaint cuz I valiantly refused to open krita for sm reason unknown to me

[anachr0nismm]

Jekyll and Hyde sketches I did in school because this hyperfixation is no fucking joke (I’m planning my own adaptation)

[clanofjones]

Dr. Henry Jekyll is a much better horror-genre scientist than Victor Frankenstein and I stand by that

[starlene]

HJ7

“Henry Jekyll literally doesn’t know what hits him when he closes the door of his library behind him. Out of nowhere, there’s a fist in his face. His lip splits from the punch.”

A what-if fic where John Utterson gets to taste formula HJ7. 

Musical verse (specifically that production of the musical that had Utterson canonically in love with Jekyll and implied they had slept together at some point that’s given me permanent brainworms… but feel free to substitute that with your own favourite production.) Extremely unhappy and generally upsetting.

~

Maybe one day, John Utterson walks into Dr. Henry Jekyll’s empty laboratory.

Maybe the door is left slightly open, as if by accident, and he decides to go inside. Maybe, when inside, his curiosity gets the better of him and he rummages through his friend’s belongings. Maybe he comes across his diary and reads some of the latest entries, a series of incoherent scribbles where Henry seems to celebrate a great success and to describe a horrible accident at the same time.

And maybe, for reasons best known to himself, he decides to have a drink from the glass bottle he finds next to the diary, holding some of the ruby-red elixir the ecstatic entries seem to be referring to.

Unlike Edward Hyde, after the effects of formula HJ7 kick in, John Utterson doesn’t go on a rampage. He feels stronger than usual, and bolder – but he doesn’t want to shout that out for all the world to hear. Instead, his newly cleared mind is focused on a single track of thought. He puts the bottle with the rest of the elixir into his pocket and goes to Henry’s library to wait.

While waiting, he methodically rips apart every single book on the uppermost three shelves of the bookcase by the door.

~

Henry Jekyll literally doesn’t know what hits him when he closes the door of his library behind him. Out of nowhere, there’s a fist in his face. His lip splits from the punch.

Of course Henry fights back. At first, he just hits his attacker without thinking. The attacker hits back, with more force and precision than Henry. Henry’s ears are ringing, his lip and nose are bleeding, he’s losing his balance. It’s only after the two of them have fallen down and are wrestling on the floor that Henry knows for sure that his opponent is John. He has never seen his friend like that, his eyes so dark with fury he can hardly recognise him.

The fight is over soon as John easily emerges the victor. Henry is lying on the floor and John is sitting on top of him, holding him down by the base of his throat. Henry’s lip is throbbing with pain, and he is panting, his chest rising and falling under John’s palm. John presses his hand down hard enough that Henry doesn’t attempt to wriggle away, but not as hard as to take Henry’s breath or speech away.

“What the fuck? What the fuck, John, what is wrong with you?”

“I love you, Henry.”

“What? Is that why you hit me, what–”

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. I love you. And I hate myself for it.”

Henry is hurting all over and his head is spinning. His past weeks with Hyde have been full of surprises, but running around town having his revenge and his fun has done nothing to prepare him for his best friend’s sudden assault and confession.

“I have loved you for so long. Almost half of my life. I hate it. You’re always in my mind. I can’t have a moment to myself without you there. I want you out of my mind, but I can’t, you’re always there and I can’t stop loving you. God, Henry. I love you more than anything. I hate you for it.”

John’s words are shocking, but Henry has already stopped paying full attention to them. Instead, he stares into John's eyes. His pupils are so dilated they look completely black and his gaze is wandering, not focused on anything in particular. Just as Henry is beginning to understand what might be going on, a flash of ruby catches his attention. From the corner of his eye, he spots a half-empty glass bottle lying next to a pile of destroyed books on the other side of the room.

There can only be one explanation for this.

Henry can’t help himself: he suddenly feels very inquisitive, almost frantically so. Now that he knows personally what his new formula is capable of, it would be too dangerous to even think of testing it on anyone else. But if a test subject volunteers like this, well… The scientist in Henry is already making observations and taking mental notes. It’s so fascinating to see the effects of his formula on another person, he doesn’t hear what John is saying anymore.

“John, how much of the formula did you take?”

John answers by switching his right hand to the base of Henry’s throat and slapping his face with his left. Henry feels a new gush of blood spurting from his lip.

“LISTEN TO ME! Will you for once in your life listen to me? You’re so incredibly selfish. It’s always your studies, and your experiments, and it doesn’t matter to you what happens to the people around you because you simply don’t care.

You’re so fucking selfish, Henry. When you get some idea in your mind, you act like it’s the only thing in the world that matters, and everyone else is just there to make it happen. And when it doesn’t happen, you act like it’s the fault of everyone else but yourself. Like no one else has dreams or even any sense in his head than you.

God. Some days I hate you for all that. And yet I want you. I can’t help it. I want you so much, but I know you don’t want me. It destroys me. It destroys me to remember how we tried it once, and how you ran away afterwards. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten about that. I can’t forget it. I can’t forget how it felt when you woke up and pushed me aside and ran away.

And yet I want you. God. Not anyone else, I never have, just you. I want to have you. I want to fuck you, but I can’t have that. I want to love you, love you as my husband and not as my friend, but I can’t have that. I can only have you as my friend, so I try to be the best friend I can be, though for God’s sake, you don’t make it easy. But I try, so I can have you like that. That at least as a friend, I can be closer to you than anyone else.

But now that you’re getting married to your precious fiancée, soon I can’t even have you like that anymore.”

John stops his tirade for a moment, as if to allow all his accusations some time to sink in. Henry doesn’t say anything, but he thinks, it’s not like that. He loves Emma like one loves taking a walk across a sunlit meadow on a beautiful spring day. And he loves John too, like one loves sitting by a warm fireplace after a rainstorm. He loves them both, in completely different ways, and it has never occurred to him that by inviting Emma into his life he would be pushing John out of it.

But he doesn’t love John like John loves him, that much is true. He can’t be John’s. He can’t be anyone’s. Not even Emma’s, not completely, he doesn’t want to be–

Henry wheezes as John moves his hand higher on his throat. As his assailant speaks again, he sounds very close to tears.

“Henry, I can’t go on like this. I can’t go on loving you so much. I want it to stop. Why can’t I make it stop? I can’t stop thinking how you’re the only thing that I want. That I’ve ever wanted. I live for you, and you don’t even notice it. You make it so hard for me. I can’t bear it anymore.”

John is crying now, he is leaning over Henry and his tears are falling on his face.

“I love you so much, but my life, everything… It would be better without you. It would be better if you didn’t exist.”

A wave of fear courses through Henry, sudden and white and hot, like molten lead. His formula has clearly unleashed a torrent of fury and misery within John, stronger than Henry could ever have believed his friend capable of feeling. But now, with the grip on his throat tightening further, Henry understands that simply hurting and intimidating him might not be enough for this new side of John. No. He might actually be dangerous.

And with John already being the sturdier and stronger of them, even without HJ7 in his veins boosting his strength… More and more waves of white-hot fear are storming in Henry now. He’s starting to panic, he knows he can’t fight back, but he tries to think, think, think.

Henry knows that in a situation like this, Hyde wouldn’t agree to any bargain, but maybe John’s is a different beast. Maybe he can be negotiated with. John’s grip is getting almost too tight for Henry to speak, but it’s not quite there yet. He decides to take his chance and beg.

“John, please… Don’t. You can do anything else to me. Anything you want. I want you… I want you to do it, whatever you like. Just please don’t kill me.”

John’s pitch-black eyes stare straight into Henry’s for a moment.

“I mean it. I’m yours. I’m yours. Anything you want. Just… Please…”

The hand holding Henry by the throat lets go. Henry gasps for breath as John scoops him up from the floor and squeezes him against himself. It hurts when he pushes his mouth against Henry’s split lip.

Henry’s blood flows in their mouths and seals their kiss.

[screamingwiththewolves]

I generally don't make posts like this, cause I don't wanna start an argument or disagreement, but I do find the "Is Hyde really a person?" discourse, a bit odd...I know it's a comic, and maybe I'll be proved horribly incorrect but...

Does he have emotions, with personality traits and preferences? Yes.

Does he insist he's a person? Yes.

Then he is, in fact, a person.

[localcuttlefish]

Older art, but hey, I still like it, so I think it’s worthy of a repost here since this platform hasn’t seen it yet

Me when I post OC lore by way of a stylized reinterpreted cover art for a late Victorian literary masterpiece. :) but also me when I make a stand-alone piece for the aforementioned literary masterpiece that can be interpreted without the added context of original character lore, bc honestly I like the source media and I was inspired to re-read it recently

[white-weasel]

Torn between enjoying the themes of the original Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde novella that come from the two titular characters only and always being one man and also acknowledging that adaptations did kinda pop off when they made Jekyll and Hyde two distinctly separate people

[magstorrn]

okay yeah now i understand why the 2021 j&h film has such bad reviews lmao. that was one of the worst things ive seen in my life

[quartzteph]

i don’t draw very often but the sonic movie brainrot commanded it so uh. here’s tgs hyde as chaos emerald robotnik

[randomperson0k]

she would never hurt a fly!!!

please ignore the cats i didnt know what to use to censor the blood

full version is below the cut thing

hopefully the cut works

please work

[celestetcetera]

If their horns have to re-fuse everytime they transform back, I assume that means transforming back stimulates horn growth somehow. So if a jekyll’s horns don’t meet and they cross instead of being a halo, would they just get longer and longer?

So, I'm actually working on a few drawing that show this! In summary: Yes, they would grow past the point of meeting. But they wouldn't really grow forever, they sort of... peter out.

[brightshaw-shipper]

Today marks 364 days since I started writing fanfiction! Tomorrow, the 28th, marks a whole year!