Au where everything is the exact same except these two somehow find out Hyde is Jekyll and proceed to flirt with him constantly
The worst thing about this drawing is that it made me ship these three alot and there's no fanfics or other content involving them
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A quick self reblog because I posted this really late and nobody saw it
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What We've Lost - Chapter 3: Disrespecting The Dead/Down Into Despair
TW: mentions of suicide, alcoholism, self-hatred, panic attack
Robert spent hours searching.
Hastie could only watch from the side of the dirt road, face concerned. Normally, the judgmental stares of passersby would urge him to snap at his son to behave properly, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Robert was painstakingly searching every disturbed piece of ground for any sign of a burial site.
It wasn't until midnight that Hastie finally couldn't take anymore, and physically drug Robert back to the family coach despite the young man's protests and desperation. The entire ride back, Robert was silent, eyes downcast, and the worry grew in Hastie's gut. He, stiff as ever, wrapped an arm around Robert, pulling him close. He held him to his side, rubbing his arm, and kept up the small motion until they arrived at their home. Well, technically just Hastie's, but Robert was welcome any time.
As he watched Robert rush past the butler, dart up the stairs, and heard his bedroom door slam shut, he once again berated himself for not opening his doors and arms sooner.
Robert laid at his windowsill all night, sobbing. He felt as if he'd failed Henry. If he'd just seen the signs. If he'd just paid more attention. If he'd just been able to at least find his burial site.
With a jolt, Robert sat bolt upright, horrified. Oh, God, he'd been given the world's brightest red flag, and his response had been atrocious. He'd looked Henry dead in the eye and told him that suicide 'inconvenienced loved ones', had sat there berating the suicidal. Had that been Henry reaching out? Is that why he'd never told Robert? A fresh wave of guilt and self-hatred and 'what ifs', 'if onlys', and 'why didn't Is' flooded his senses, his brain screaming static at him.
Numb and running on autopilot, he opened his window. The cold night air was like a slap in the face, and he stiffened, reeling back in horror, actually falling to the floor. He clutched at his chest, heart pounding, and struggled to calm his haggard breathing. Had he honestly been about to jump? He hadn't ever thought about taking his own life, hadn't intended to just now, but in that moment of self-hatred, he'd almost.. jumped?
He breathed out, forcing himself to calm down. No, he wasn't going to jump. He probably opened the window to get some fresh air, nothing more. He was a doctor, he knew all about the bizarre phenomena that plagued the human mind; when standing before a cliff or other tall and potentially deadly drop, the mind would emit signals to back up as a precaution. Since there is no visible immediate danger aside from risk, the conclusion is made that you had a desire to jump. He'd been delirious with despair, opened the window to clear his head, and, startled by the height from his bedroom to the ground, had misunderstood and presumed he'd intended to jump.
Robert slowly got to his feet, still a bit shaky, only to sway at the unwanted thought that slithered into his sight; Did Henry question if he intended to jump right before he hanged himself? With a broken moan of distress, Robert staggered to his bed, falling onto it, breathing hitched as fresh tears forced their way out of his abused tear ducts. He laid there for possibly an hour, just struggling to breathe evenly, before he couldn't take it anymore. He stumbled to a small cupboard in his room, sifting through it shakily, begging whatever God may be listening that it would still be in there. He was surprised when his fingers curled around it, and, with a broken smile, he tugged it free.
Hastie sat upright with a strangled gasp. He sat in his bed, stiff and shaking. He'd been having a nightmare, but then something had woken him up. A noise, something loud, and sudden, and sharp, coming from-
Hastie paled, leaping to his feet so fast his blankets tangled around his legs, causing him to fall to the floor. Panicking, he tore the sheets off of himself, scrambling to his feet and rushing out the door before he'd even properly regained his balance. He bolted down the hall, throwing Robert's door open. When he saw his son on the ground, a dark puddle underneath him, he screamed, horrified. He rushed forward, yanking the doctor's head up, heart leaping into his throat when Robert groaned in pain. He felt like crying out with relief, but he swallowed it down and started roughly shoving his curls aside. Robert yelped at all the manhandling, clumsy fingers wrapping around Hastie's wrists, too uncoordinated to actually do anything. Hastie ignored the sounds, hands shaking as he continued his search. A failed suicide attempt could easily become a successful one if left untreated. Where was it? Where was the bullet wound? Had it grazed him? Or was there bits of skull and metal in his son's brain, moments away from killing him? He nearly screamed again when he noticed the dark red substance soaking Robert's curls, confirming he hadn't missed. God, why did he ever buy him a pistol? Why did he ever teach him to shoot? Why why why God no he'd failed him he'd failed him just like he'd failed Sophia oh God please let his son survive please he can't lose Robert too—
It was only when he heard a crunching sound and Robert's whimper of pain that he finally looked down. Robert was clutching his hand to his chest, sniffling, tears and snot dribbling down his face. Nearby was a pile of broken glass in a puddle of dark liquid. Hastie paused, heart racing, then sobbed with relief as he finally realized what had happened; Robert was just drunk. He must have tripped, and the sound of the bottle breaking and the thud of a grown man hitting the floor had, to Hastie's paranoid and sleep-addled mind, sounded vaguely like a gunshot. Before he could process what he was doing, his lips were pressed to Robert's forehead, then his temple, all over his curly had as he crushed him to his chest, shaking. A maid, alerted by the scream, stuck her head into the room, but upon seeing the emotional mess inside decided against making her presence known, closing the door as quietly as she could to give the Lanyons some privacy.
"Father.. wh.." Robert slurred, and Hastie's worry returned full-force. How much had he had to drink? He looked at his hand and jumped, finally registering that there was glass sticking out of it. He hefted Robert to his feet, helping him into the bathroom. His hands shook the entire time he plucked the green shards out of Robert's skin, rinsing the wounds off under the sink before scrubbing them with soap. Robert yelped and whimpered, trying to tug his hand away, and Hastie's chest tightened as he remembered when he and Sophia had first started spending time together. She'd gotten a rose thorn stuck in her palm, and had kept pulling her hand away everytime he'd tried to pluck it out. He had huffed and rolled his eyes and even been so bold as to tease her. Now, all he could do was sit in grim silence as he bandaged Robert's hand.
He washed the wine out of Robert's hair, wiped away the tear stains and snot, and finally fumbled him into some clean night wear, tucking him into bed and placing a bin beside him, knowing he'd likely be getting rid of that excess alcohol in a most unpleasant way, soon if the sickly tint of his face was any indication. Hastie took a moment to compose himself before going about cleaning up the rest of the mess, rolling up his sleeves and scrubbing the wine out of the carpet after he'd wrapt up all the glass in a cloth and thrown it away. He paused only once, and that was to keep Robert's hair out of his face as he threw up, rubbing his back in circles, not sure how much pressure was comforting or too hard or awkwardly soft, fumbling in his attempts to just comfort his son. He pestered the younger man into drinking a glass of water, then tucked him back into bed, kissing the bridge of his nose. He stood there a moment longer, before sitting down on the edge of the bed as Robert stubbornly tried to stay awake. Tears stung his eyes as he smiled sadly down at him.
"Do you remember when you were little?" He asked softly, not expecting a reply. "You would get fussy, and you'd cry and cry and cry. None of the staff knew what to do with you. They'd try everything to soothe you, and still, you'd wail, inconsolable for hours." He was surprised to hear Robert chuckle weakly, exhausted from crying and sick with wine. He started stroking his curls as he continued, "Sophia and I would return from some dull event to find poor Maria cradling you in her arms, and you'd still be crying. Your.. y-your mother would just smile, scoop you up, and kiss you right there on your nose." He tapped the dip where Robert's nose suddenly jutted out, right between his eyes.
"You were so picky, you had to be kissed right there, and only by your mother, before you would calm down," He ran his thumb lightly over Robert's brow, looking at him. His nose and jawline were all his mother, yes, but now that he was shoving the grief aside long enough to really look, he noticed he looked alot like him, too. His face had been just as chubby when he was younger, and his brows and ears were nearly identical to his father's. Hell, even the freckles were there. The longer he looked, the more he saw himself. Hastie frowned solemnly as Robert drifted off, snoring lightly. He huffed a sad laugh; the snoring was definitely all from Sophia.
"Robert," He murmured, brushing Robert's hair out of his sleeping face. "I'm sorry I've been such a horrible father. I.. I-I shouldn't have let Sophia's death prevent me from being there for you. But that's going to change. I might.. I might fuck up, I might not get there when you need me to or say what you need to hear, but from now on, please... please know that I love you." His throat grew tight with emotion, and he took a shaky breath before choking out, "I love you, a-and I regret everything I've put you through. I'm always here if you need me, and if all you want is help with the Society, then damn it, Robert, I'll help you." He stood up, pressing one last kiss to the bridge of his nose, then turned and left the room. He hesitated beside a drawer on his way out, and, as quietly as he could, he took Robert's gun and all the ammunition before leaving.
Looked like that safe in his office would be useful, afterall.
I'm so sorry, @darling-dolly-darlene , but this made me cackle so bad my cat got startled and ran into the bathroom
What We've Lost - Chapter 2: A Grieving Son/An Incompetent Father
TW: discussions of suicide, mentions of child neglect
Hastie Lanyon Sr. was never a perfect father. Even he was aware of this. He had always found excuses; "Hastie's grown, he can look after himself." He was seven. "I'm busy, Hastie will just get in the way." Robert had always been quiet as a child, never causing a fuss. "The servants/staff/(uncaring nanny who despised Robert) will look after him." Excuses. Always excuses.
As Hastie hesitated outside his son's door, the weight of those excuses crushed him. He should have been there for him. He shouldn't have let reminders of his wife keep him from his own child. Everything from Robert's laugh to his nose to the flippant, cynical humour and the way he snarked it so confidently, it all reminded him of his darling Sophia.
The way he could hear Robert trying desperately to muffle his sobs was a far more uncomfortable similarity between the young man and his departed mother.
Steeling himself, Hastie knocked on the door to Robert's room. A sharp intake was the only response he got. He hesitated a moment more, then slowly opened the door. Robert stiffened, keeping his back to his father as he wiped furiously at his face, breath shaky and choked. Hastie sighed, walking over and sitting beside his son, staring out the window. It was bright out, mockingly so, and an odd little pair had built a nest on the branch right outside the window. A large blue jay was in the process of preening the feathers of a red cardinal.
"They're both males," The voice startled him. Robert was leaning on his arms, folded on the window sill.
"The birds," Robert murmured roughly. There was an odd look to his eyes, yearning and broken, as he stared at the two. "The blue jay has a larger crest and more saturated colouration, which marks it as male. The cardinal is red. Female cardinals are a dull brown. They're both males." Hastie looked back out the window, watching the two. They were nestled together in their little bundle of sticks, cozied up in the shade the tree's leaves offered them.
"They seem to be good friends," Hastie mused, stalling from the topic he knew he had to breach sooner or later. He looked over his son for a moment, then, wracking the bitterswret memories he'd pushed away, he stumbled, "Blue jays were your mother's favourite bird." Robert finally looked over at him, brows lifted. Hastie rarely spoke of Sophia, not since her death, and especially not with Robert.
"Thought that might catch your attention," Hastie chuckled weakly. He watched the blue jay for a moment as he spoke softly, "But, the funny thing was, she never had a favourite bird until you came along." He turned and smiled forlornly at Robert, eyes a bit misty at the memories of the happy family they'd once been. Looking at his son, all grown up, was like having all of his failures as a parent shoved in his face. God, why hadn't he been there for Robert?
"Until I came along?" Robert's soft words broke him out of his downward spiral. Hastie nodded. "Why? What did I have to do with her favourite bird?"
"Because they look like you," Hastie laughed quietly. Robert raised a brow, prompting him to explain, "Your mother pointed it out once. The long, narrow beak reminded her of your nose, and the cheekiness of them was fitting to your personality." He looked back out the window, smiling gently as the jay chirped and sang. "Of course, it helped that they were blue, your mother's favourite colour. Just like you."
"What?" Hastie asked, turning back to find Robert's face dull with despair once more.
"My favourite colour isn't blue, it's red," Hastie looked over Robert's attire, scrutinising the blue vest he had on. Just as he was about to question why Robert seemed to wear exclusively shades of blue then, Robert cut him off with an anguished whisper, "Henry's favourite colour was blue."
Suddenly, it clicked. Hastie swallowed thickly, throat tight. Without a word, he closed the curtains; if the birds reminded Robert of himself and Henry, he shouldn't have to look at them. He fumbled for his words, everything he'd been prepared to say now irrelevant. This wasn't just the passing of a friend. He'd always ignored it, all the signs, but he couldn't any longer. He exhaled hopelessly, overwhelmed by everything he had to do and everything he had to say and the blatant fact that his son had been in love with Henry Jekyll this entire time. Stiff as a dead eel gone into rigor mortis, he wrapped an arm around Robert's shoulders. Neither Lanyon enjoyed the contact, but neither of them pulled away, either.
"...how did he die?" It wasn't what he'd meant to say, but the question had awkwardly staggered out of his lips nonetheless. Robert stiffened even more than he already had. He kept his gaze on the windowsill as he muttered, "Suicide." Hastie felt a jolt at that. Henry Jekyll, commit suicide? He hadn't seemed the type, always smiling and chatting politely at every event.
"By what method?" He regretted it as soon as he asked. Robert gritted his teeth, hissing through them, "Hanging." Hastie felt his stomach lurch, and he tightened his hold on Robert just enough to make the doctor look at him with concern.
"Father?" Hastie's face was pale, and he felt as if he might be sick.
"Were you the one to find him?" Robert sharply looked away at that. He shakily pressed his fingers to his lips, and that was all Hastie needed to fully crumble. Robert made a startled noise in the back of his throat as he was suddenly pulled into his father's chest, hugged so tightly it hurt. Robert desperately tried to fight the tears, but within seconds he was sobbing, hiding his face against his father's shoulder, wailing and clinging onto him like a child. He couldn't remember having ever been hugged by this man, and he didn't understand why now of all times. He didn't understand a lot of things; how his feelings for Henry could be seen as vile and unholy, how he was supposed to carry on, why Henry Jekyll would even kill himself in the first place.
"God.. oh, God, no.." He heard his father rasp, breaths stuttering, and he realized that he was crying, too. "Oh, my God.. Robert, no.. no.." Hastie was too distraught to form a proper sentence, just whimpering pleads, even once begging Robert to be lying. How could he explain? How could he tell his son that he'd lied to him all these years? That he'd lied to the police? Everyone, including Robert, believed Sophia Lanyon had fallen down the stairs and broken her neck, but only Hastie knew the truth. Only Hastie knew the anguish his son was going through firsthand.
Only Hastie knew that Sophia Lanyon had hanged herself.
Afterall, he'd been the one to find her.
"Dear God... Robert.." He tried to compose himself, refusing to let go of his son as Robert wept into his chest. "T-The.. the funeral, when.."
"There isn't going to be one!" Robert yelled, and Hastie clung to him a little tighter. "They're burying him without rites! They're throwing him in some unmarked pit with no mourners present!" Robert's voice broke, and he sobbed out weakly, "They won't even give him the decency of a burial during the day.." Hastie stroked Robert's hair, hushing him and rubbing his back soothingly. He knew. He knew the minute the word 'suicide' left Robert's mouth. It was why he'd lied about Sophia's death. He couldn't bare the thought of his wife being denied her rites, her mourners, a marked grave, anything. He sucked in a shuddering breath, then gave up, unable to find the words to say.
They sat together for nearly two hours, just holding one another for the first time Robert could ever remember.
Gravity Falls AU where Henry and Robert move to Gravity Falls and Ford thinks Henry is Bill because of Hyde's dumbass. The twins are trying not to let their new neighbours find out about all the weirdness, completely unaware that one of them literally tore his soul in half and the other had a werewolf bleed all over his summer cabin and then got jealous of her within five minutes.
jeks-tgs Follow What We've Lost - Chapter 1: For Your Eyes Only/Can't Unsee ThisRobert sighed heavily as he stepped in from the rain, shaking off his coat. He hung the soaked fabric on the coat peg, placing his hat at the top of the pole it was connected to, and quickly changed out of his wet shoes for a more comfortable indoor pair. His footsteps t'ak'd on the hardwood, then switched to soft thmps as he moved onto the more carpeted areas of the house. "Lisa, I'm home," He called out, voice disinterested as always. An irritated sigh was the response, and soon a woman with rich dark skin and a waterfall of tight curls cascading down her back ambled out to meet him. Robert swallowed down an annoyed growl as his wife halfheartedly kissed his cheek, the pair not so much as glancing at one another."My darling," She said flatly, as if addressing a dusty dresser rather than her husband. "You're soaked. Come, let's get you into a dry pair of clothing, shall we?" Judging by the way her gaze lingered on the floor, she was more concerned with the state of her expensive rugs than Robert's health. Robert subtly brushed her off, walking briskly to his room to get changed. As he tugged off the cold cloth sticking to his skin, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection. He huffed with bitter amusement; to think, he had looked happier whilst doing paperwork at the Society than he did after speaking towards his spouse (Towards, always towards, never with. God, when was the last time they'd had an actual conversation?).He paused, halfway through buttoning a fresh shirt. He bit his lip, avoiding his own gaze in the reflective surface, as if by breaking eye contact he could avoid the truth. He knew why he looked happier then, and it had nothing to do with dreadful mountains of financial worry and contracts. No, the joy he felt had nothing to do with what was on the desk, but with what sat behind it, an uncomfortably full wine glass always in hand. God, he would do anything for that man, wouldn't he? No one could make him smile like Henry could.Henry.The thought of his name alone sent a shiver up Robert's spine, and he hurriedly fastened his vest shut, adjusting his trousers before speedwalking to his office, ignoring Lisa's false-concern with an unconvincing, "Lot's of work to be done, my love, sorry, maybe after dinner?" He heard her make a frustrated noise akin to a pissed off lioness, shutting his office doors with a relieved huff. He knew she would soon be off to complain to the maids and the cooks and anyone who would listen about how Robert never gave her any 'proper attention'. Well, she could gossip all she wanted, Robert had no interest in bedding that woman. 'Ah, but there is someone you would like to bed, isn't there~' That part of himself he pushed away seemed to hiss, eager to torment him now that he was alone. Robert's face flushed at the 'unwelcome' mental images that soon flooded his brain, of long, cream legs, a lanky torso, and God, what he wouldn't give to have that slender neck under his teeth- Robert smacked himself on the cheeks, the freckled skin hot underneath his fingers. No, no, he would not think about Henry in such a manner! Gritting his teeth, now just as frustrated as Lisa was, he slumped in his office chair and tried very, very hard to convince himself his focus was on the documents before him, not drifting to thoughts of a thin spine arching as trembling fingers dug into his back.---Robert puffed up his cheeks, almost pouting if it weren't for his wife sitting right there. With an irate sound, he placed the war piece back on its hook, pretending he didn't notice the knowing look in Lisa's oak-brown eyes."Hasn't answered yet?" She hummed with an accusatory stare. Robert let his gaze flit about the room in thought, refusing to acknowledge what she likely had already known for a while now. "Strange, he usually picks up the moment you call. Sometimes I wonder if he waits by the phone all day in case you ring him." Robert placed his hand on the back of his neck, face heating up. Lisa sighed, a sort of defeated acceptance exuding from her posture and expression. "Well, you'd better go to him. Lord knows he's probably sick with work, after your little exhibition failed." Robert couldn't help but cringe at the reminder; the pain on Henry's face as he'd watched each potential sponsor cross their name off the list and leave had been unbearable. "Yes, yes, you're probably right," He moved to grab his coat, stopping at the door. He looked over at Lisa, mouth opening as if to say something. For two whole seconds, she looked hopeful and alert, only for Robert to drop his gaze with a sigh, putting his jacket on and leaving her to wallow in her disappointment.---The ride to the Society was slow and unreasonably warm. The sky seemed determined to remind the city of London that it was, indeed, blue, and that their smog couldn't change that. There were couples going on walks, young men trying to slyly engage in mischief with their peers without a college professor to notice them, and children raced about on the grass and cobblestones, their mothers either laughing from a picnic blanket or chasing after them with fond exasperation. When Robert finally arrived at the front steps of his and Henry's building, a blue jay and a red cardinal had the cheeky audacity to fly right in front of him, startling him into halting in his tracks. All in all, it was an incredibly cheery and lively day. Robert felt his mood rapidly brightening from the sheer unprecedented joy of it all, that feeling only increasing as he approached the mahogany doors that stood between him and his favourite person in all of London. Ever the gentleman, he lightly rapped at the door with his knuckles, then stepped back to wait for them to open. Any minute now, the Scotsman inside would throw the doors open, grinning despite how tired he was. A minute turned into two.Then three.Four..By the seventh minute, Robert was beginning to get antsy. Was something wrong? Maybe he hadn't knocked loud enough? He let his curled fingers strike the door repeatedly once more, calling out, "Henry? Are you in there?" Another moment passed. Robert opened his mouth to call out again only to light up with realization. He rolled his eyes, unable to fight back a warm smile. Of course, Henry had worked himself too hard and was probably asleep at his desk, drooling all over something important. He couldn't resist the opportunity to see such a sight, nor could he deny how badly he wanted to be the one to rouse him. Henry always did have a charming sort of stupor about him when just woken up, Scottish accent thick and slurring as his brain struggled to catch up after being suddenly startled awake. With that thought in mind, Robert had no qualms about barging in, already chuckling."Henry Jekyll, you never learn, do y—"---At 10:58 AM, Sergeant Brokenshire was alerted to a disturbance. Upon seeing the street name, he groaned; did a day go by when those Lodgers weren't causing a ruckus? He casually began the trek over, but as he got closer he grew more concerned. Screaming. He could hear screaming, muffled, yes, but loud enough he could hear it without even being on the steps of the Society. People were crowded around the entrance, murmuring fearfully, and by the time the officer had pushed his way through, the screaming had become even more muted. He burst into the building, eyes widening at the sight of Lanyon's son (Robert, if he was remembering correctly) thrashing in the hold of a tall Asian woman. "What's going on here!?" Brokenshire barked. The woman didn't take her eyes away from what she was looking at, face pale, as if she might be sick. She kept her hand over Robert's mouth, and upon closer inspection, the doctor was sobbing, face horrified as he struggled to get back into the room the woman had presumably dragged him out of. Anxiety settling in his gut, Brokenshire shoved his way through the crowd of Lodgers and moved to stand beside them, finally turning to look into the office."O-Oh my God—" He choked, feeling like he might be sick himself. Robert's broken screaming snapped him out of his shock, and he quickly pulled the office doors shut. He staggered away, struggling to form the words to tell the Lodgers to stand clear. The woman, Ito, he recalled, hefted Robert up and over her shoulder, rushing back to her lab, the doctor screaming in anguish the entire time, one trembling hand reaching out for the office doors, wailing the occupant's name. Brokenshire turned shakily to the closest Lodger, a young woman with a shy disposition."M-Miss—""Flowers, sir.""Ms. Flowers," Brokenshire gagged out, having to take a moment to swallow back the bile. He tried shutting his eyes tightly, but quickly stopped as the memory of what he'd just seen flooded his sight the minute his eyelids were closed. "I-I need.. phone, I need a phone." She gently took his arm, guiding him to one on a sidetable pushed up against a wall in the commons of the building. Hands tremoring so badly he almost dropped the ear piece, he spun the rotary disk until the station picked up. He took a moment to compose himself, the officer on the other end of the line asking with concern who this was and what was wrong. "This is Sergeant Brokenshire, I'm at the Society for Arcane Sciences," He managed to choke out. "I need the coroner and a stretcher. There's.. t-there's been a death within the building."#tgs#tgs au#what we've lost au#angst#death#major character death#brief sexual content#allusions to sex#vague internalized homophobia#Mod Jeks16 notes
jeks-tgs Follow Actually I might just write a piece for the What We've Lost AU#tgs#tgs au#what we've lost au#jekyon#angst#Mod Jeks15 notes
jeks-tgs Follow Read more doesn't work on mobile I'm sorry TmTMature content!!For a new angsty AU, the 'What We've Lost AU'. I'll explain what it is in a seperate post so that people who don't like mature content like this can read it without viewing the art.#tgs#tgs au#what we've lost au#or as I like to call it#sex with a ghost au#because that's the song I was listening to when drawing this#nsfw#ish#not nudity but still#sexual content#jekyon#angst#Mod Jeks… See all
jeks-tgs Follow Y'all ain't readyFor the spice that I am preparing#it's gonna be jekyon#and it's gonna be Spoicy#I'll have to tag it#like nsfw-ish or something#but I could not contain myself after listening to a Certain Song on repeat#imperfect vocals are my jam#voices cracking and breaking#rough notes that scratch at your ears and the singer's throat#that's where it's at babeyyyy#Mod Jeks… See all
jeks-tgs Follow retromaniacrail asked::) B Hyde from the lupus au with UwU de colour plz, Thankyou for the previous art it’s fantastic ☺️Henry warned him not to eat the plants in Archer and Bird's room, but he just didn't listen. Now they'll have to clean Lupus blood off of their wolfsbane plants!Ngl, even though it's a werewolf/Lupus, it still hurt to draw a doggo in pain TwT Version without the background:Pallet:#tgs#tgs au#lupus au#werewolf au#werewolf!hyde#lupus!hyde#thank youu I'm glad you liked the art!!#gore#blood#animal in pain#coughing up blood#vomiting blood#Mod Jeks#Jeks do a draw#Jeks answers
jeks-tgs Follow daisybell-on-a-carousel asked:Oh! Jekyll from the forgotten monster au with Heh B (and gosh I'm bad at color palettes uwu spa?) | And/ or another Jekyll with D (:? I dont know what au for I just like drawings that have eyes where eyes shouldn't be (with the OuO ci color palette? I dont really care which color palettes you use)I know the expression is more aggressive, but I was listening to He Had It Coming from Chicago and had a thought; what if, in a much darker version of the AU, Elizabeth grew tired of Clerval's hesitance to take action against Frankenstein, and.. *ahem* gets him out of the way.. 👀Version without the background:Pallet: ----"Is everything alright, Dr. Jekyll?""U-Uhm— y-yes! Yes, everything is.. everything is fine.."Hyde and his hallucinations, ruining yet another party for poor Henry -_-Versions without the foreground + background:Pallet:#tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#breaking facade au#body horror#gore#eye trauma#hallucinations#Mod Jeks#Jeks does a draw#Jeks answers
jeks-tgs Follow @darling-dolly-darlene you're 100% correct, they literally spent like.. a day asking around the small town they lived in who's 'niece/daughter/etc.' Henry was, and then when he came out they asked around a second time because maybe his family knew him as a boy?? But yeah they literally just kept him and actually even removed all iron stuff from the house because they thought he was a fae and the fae can't touch iron#tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#Mod Jeks#Jeks remarks
jeks-tgs Follow retromaniacrail asked:Heh B made for you AU Jekyll?You didn't specify a pallet, so I hope you don't mind that I picked one at random!This was a lot of fun to make!Version without the shadow + without the backgroundPallet I used: #tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#body horror#gore#eye gore#eye trauma#pallet challenge#expression challenge#Mod Jeks#Jeks do a draw#Jeks answers
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OwO :3 uwu owo” OuOjeks-tgs Follow Guess who's in the mood for art requests again?#tgs#all my AUs are free game#or any AU you'd like to see that I haven't made yet#Mod Jeks#Jeks is bored#Jeks do a draw
jeks-tgs Follow MUTHAFUKKIN'AVATAR AU#tgs#tgs au#Henry is a firebender#Robert is a waterbender#Henry is also the Avatar and Hyde is the prior Avatar who died when he was younger#so he isn't super wise and mature but instead is just as lost as Henry#he was an airbender and in this version of AtlA the airbender Avatar (Hyde) was killed alongside the other airbenders#so he never actually finished all his training and learning and instead is sitting there unable to help like#Henry: can you teach me how to control my fire abilities better? I don't want to hurt anyone..#Hyde who only ever learnt airbending and vaguely some waterbending as well: ....you can bend FIRE???#Mod Jeks… See all
jeks-tgs Follow alittlechildforever asked:In the Forgotten Monster au, does anyone notice if Henry ages or not?His adoptive family most certainly did, seeing as how their youngest daughter would now be (physically) older than Henry despite them growing up side by side, but I like to think they mistook him for something else. Not human, they figured that much, but perhaps they thought he was a changeling or some other type of fae with heavy memory loss, so they just never mentioned it, not wanting to alienate him in his new human family. It hasn't really come up currently since Henry looks around 20-30, and others would likely assume he's just one of those people who looks younger than they are. In a handful more years, though, people would start noticing, and that would likely start to spark some rumours and gossip, and eventually maybe even some suspicion and ill-intent towards the good doctor.#tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#Mod Jeks#Jeks answers
jeks-tgs reblogged jeks-tgs Follow Gonna expand upon this later when I'm not still >:/ about losing the first post, but my theory is that Robert Lanyon is going to be killed or get non-fatally but grievously wounded by Hyde. If y'all are interested in the huge leaps in logic I had to make to get to that conclusion, or you just want to read a very long post with the writer slowly going insane the further you scroll down, I'll write the full theory.jeks-tgs Okay!! So!! My theory for why I believe Robert's gonna fukkin dieReason 1: Hyde hates himEverytime Robert shows up, Hyde is physically incapable of not mentioning how much he hates Robert.Now, I would like to take a moment to focus on that first text box.Hyde hasn't, up to this point, explained why he hates Robert. So far, the only legitimate reason he has (the chubby cheeks thing feels more like a 12-year-old boy trying to insult someone as an afterthought) for hating Robert is that he's nosy. Keep this in mind for later.Now, one could argue that Hyde doesn't want Robert hurt, he just heavily dislikes him. But, when Henry hallucinates Robert burning alive, we get this;Notice that Hyde isn't looking at Henry. If he were gloating about making Henry lose it, he would be looking over at him, not staying behind with Robert. He's staring at Robert, grinning, and expressing delight with what's happening. Assuming he can see the hallucinations as well when Henry isn't staring at them, he saw Robert burning to death as well. He clearly likes the idea or imagery of Robert hurt, in danger, or possibly even dead.It could just be for comedic purposes or displaying Hyde's personality to the viewer, but I doubt Arythusa would make Hyde bring this up over and over again if it weren't building up to something.-Reason Part 2: Robert is nosyAs stated in part 1, Hyde specifically doesn't like that Robert is nosy, likely because he knows that out of everyone who knows Henry, Robert is the most likely to figure things out. Robert's arc throughout the comic seems to be centered around him growing more and more invested in getting to the bottom of this mystery. If Robert finds Hyde, it's practically game over, and Hyde knows this. Robert was the one who pushed Henry to throw him under the coach wheels, afterall. He's (from Hyde's perspective, anyways) the reason Hyde is wanted by the police. He's the reason Hyde has been trapped in the mindscape/grounded from going to the mall. He likely wouldn't react well to seeing Robert in person right now, but he has no reason to ever meet him, I mean, it's not like rich, perfect reputation Robert Lanyon would ever go to—...shit--Reason 3: Robert, someone who has never been a criminal and grew up in a very rich, high class household, is in Blackfog, a hotspot for criminal activityThis one is self-explanatory; Robert is in Blackfog, not even hiding the fact he's a clean gentleman from a well-off background.I mean, come on, Robert, you stick out like a sore thumb, especially with that behaviour. You might get stabbed before Hyde even gets to you!Robert is specifically searching for Hyde, and considering Hyde has no reason to ever suspect Robert to be there, just seeing him would be jarring. Not to mention Robert will likely try to sneakily approach Hyde and grab him so he can't run off, which, knowing Hyde, won't go very well.-Reason 4: Carew was murdered on a full moonIn the original novella, Sir Danvers Carew is murdered by Hyde during a full moon. Now, Carew obviously isn't here as he has no reason to be at Blackfog. But Robert is, and is looking for Hyde. The art for the chapter shows Hyde in front of a full moonAnd, more importantly, holding a knifejeks-tgs Chekov's gun is a literary rule that states 'if you mention a gun in the first act, it must be used by the second or third act'. The inclusion of the knife, something we haven't seen Hyde wielding before, can't just be for flavour. Not to mention it looks bizarre, like something you'd buy from a shady stall at Blackfog. Considering they're in Blackfog, there's a full moon, and Robert is there in place of Carew, I suspect that that knife is going to find a new target. One that likes wearing blues and purples.-Reason 5: In every portion of the story Robert is in, he is either injured, threatened, or the topic of killing and death is brought up (or Hyde is saying he hates him)This is something I noticed when rereading TGS to get the pictures for this theory (at 12 at night, because I was going insane and texting my partner this entire theory in a frenzy). In every portion of story Robert is in, he is directly involved in conversations about death/murder, threatened, or injured.Exhibit A: Talks of death and murder(This one's a stretch, but Hyde and Henry are technically the same person, so this is technically Hyde covered in blood as well. Hyde is commenting about Lanyon ' being here to ruin his day', and Henry comment in the next panel 'oh, don't worry, it's not my blood'. Lanyon being at Blackfog would ruin Hyde's day, and Henry/Hyde covered in blood that isn't his, feels like foreshadowing, at least to me.)Exhibit B: imagery of Robert being injured or threatened(Hyde's got a knife in the chapter art, just sayin'... 👀)Now, something I noticed here that I'm aware is a huge leap in logic (the whole theory is very easily brushed aside, tbh, but it's fun and angsty to speculate!) is that Henry hits Robert with the side of his hand, fingers curled. He doesn't use his knuckes for a gut punch, he doesn't push him open handed, and he isn't using his forearm to hit Robert. A common position to draw someone holding a knife in, at least when being going for a gut stab or in the hand's of a sneaky, rogue-like character, is with the fingers curled in a fist and the outer side of the hand facing the target. The fact it's Henry with green eyes doing this, and Robert cries out like that, and then the two being shocked at what had just occurred, feels like more foreshadowing.Again, all of this is a stretch, and it's mainly just for fun and angst purposes, but it is a little odd that every chunk of story Robert's been in so far (the introduction to him, the theatre, going to bail out the Lodgers, the conversation in the hallway, speaking with Rachel, the party) have contained either Hyde talking about how much he hates Robert, mentions death/killing, Robert being threatened, or imagery of Robert being hurt. It feels like a buildup to a confrontation in this or perhaps the next chapter. If it's this chapter, I'd like to think it would happen on the last page, as a large panel of Robert getting stabbed by Hyde (either reflexively or intentionally (or maybe even mistaking him for a hallucination/lashing out at Moreau!!)), with smaller panels of close ups of their shocked faces (Hyde suddenly having red eyes in that panel wouldn't hurt either 👀 (well, it would hurt my soul, but you know what I mean)), would be perfectly painful in every way.All in all, I can't tell if I desperately want to be wrong so Robert doesn't possibly die, or if I reeaaallyy wanna be right because the buildup looks so perfect for it.#tgs#tgs theory#tgs spoilers#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs Follow A quick drawing! Because I love this au and I also wanted to try and draw multicolored hair (+plus a mask version because I think masks are very cool)(Hope you dont mind that I submitted this ndnskznbcdnks)----Aaaa!!! That's so good! You draw the hair exactly how I picture it!! Guess it's harder to do streaks of colour with marker 'TwT I also love the idea of giving Jekyll a mask, though that might give off PotO vibes and kinda clash with the Frankenstein's monster aesthetic. I absolutely adore this!! ♡♡♡Submitted by daisybell-on-a-carousel#tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#fanart!!!#Mod Jeks#submission
jeks-tgs Follow daisybell-on-a-carousel asked:Oh I forgot to ask! But, how does Henry style his hair in this AU? I mean, it's hard for me to imagine his hair being both normal Jekyll and Hyde's at the same time. Also! Does Henry hide his green eye? I think you mentioned (I have a bad memory) that Hyde wasn't from a potion but rather from a part of Elizabeth taking more control (did I word that right) so do people suspect Hyde is Jekyll in this AU? Or does Hyde never really commit any crimes and just make Jekyll want to have more fun?I'm still working out the kinks, but this is generally how I picture his hair! Very floofy red-auburn with blond streaks running through it.As for the eye thing, yes, Henry does cover half his face. He learnt pretty quickly that the high society of London wasn't too keen on his mismatched features, and over the course of living there has become self-conscious of his appearance.Technically, there isn't a Hyde in this AU. The difference is more in behaviour, and it's... complicated. Not all of Clerval's traits are Henry's, and the same goes for Elizabeth and Hyde. Clerval's chipper attitude and Elizabeth's wonder are the main basis for Henry's personality, whereas Hyde's is Clerval's energy and Elizabeth's deep, loving-life poetic side. The only difference when one has more control than the other is behaviour and body language:And as for Hyde's/Elizabeth's desires and criminal status... well......let's just say those two things might be interwoven into one very angry want aimed at one very arrogant woman..#tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#gotta love it when you can take a direct quote from the source material and make it soooo much more ominous and emotional#I know the common portrayal of Elizabeth is very sweet and shy and kind but like#if you're fiancé/adopted sibling (just.. why? why og book why did you do that?) got you killed and then had the AUDACITY not only#to bring you back from the dead but also to fuse you with her best friend that she ALSO got killed??#I think you'd be pretty ready to join the 'monsters that strangle Frankensteins' club#Clerval has mixed feelings about it because Clerval is Too Nice to join Team Kill The Bitch#....y e t#òwó#Mod Jeks#Jeks answers
jeks-tgs Follow retromaniacrail asked:The made for you au sounds like a fantastic idea. I was wondering though, In this au how does he befriend Lanyon and what Robert thinks of his sewn and stitched friend?They met in college as roommates, similar to the canon of TGS! They became fast friends because Robert was the only one in London that hadn't had a startled or disturbed by Henry's appearance.As for what Robert thinks of the scarsHe's more medically concerned than anything else. #tgs#tgs au#made for you au#forgotten monster au#Robert is definitely Big Gay for Henry#he finds his mismatched features really intriguing rather than bizarre or unnerving#Mod Jeks#Jeks answers
jeks-tgs Follow Gonna expand upon this later when I'm not still >:/ about losing the first post, but my theory is that Robert Lanyon is going to be killed or get non-fatally but grievously wounded by Hyde. If y'all are interested in the huge leaps in logic I had to make to get to that conclusion, or you just want to read a very long post with the writer slowly going insane the further you scroll down, I'll write the full theory.#tgs theories#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs Follow I'm so fucking stupid, I tried to make a tgs theory, accidentally hit post before it went through, and then panicked and closed the app before it could load in#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs reblogged jeks-tgs Follow It's three in the morning, and when I listen to music, especially gothic Broadway muscials, at this hour, bizarre things come into existence.Made For You AU/Forgotten Monster AUIn which Creature killed Elizabeth before asking dear old Frankie to make him a girlfriend. Frankenstein, in a sad 'wants them both back' kind of way, creates the Crimes Against Nature 2; Electric Boogaloo monster out of Henry Clerval and Elizabeth. Of course, seeing them amalgamated together snaps her out of her dazed state, and she throws the 'unfinished' monster out the window into a river. Creature gets pissed, in this version then kills Frankenstein's father in place of Elizabeth since she's already dead, and the rest of the story is fairly similar, with Frankie hunting her big corpse son, the two eventually forming this weird bond, Moreau, Society, etc. This time, however, her hatred for Jekyll starts to meld into unease. He looks familiar, and it frightens her, but she doesn't know why.---The monster awakens washed up on the bank of a river. He is cold. He is hungry. He doesn't know who he is, or how he got there, or where he came from. A girl from a nearby farm discovers what appears to be a young woman covered in scars and stitches, with blonde and auburn hair, one eye red and one eye green. She brings the monster home, where he is originally given the name Marian, and nursed back to health. After he learns more about the world around him, a fast learner, he finds the name Marian doesn't fit. Lucky for him, this family is uncommonly open-minded. They help him pick a new name, they sign him up for college, they exchange letters with him constantly when he moves to London. He meets many strange individuals, the strangest being an old woman and her green patchwork creation.Henry Jekyll can't help but feel a strong pull towards the creature, and an odd, burning hatred for the sickly woman now under his care.daisybell-on-a-carousel 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗!!!!!jeks-tgs First, thank you so much! Honestly, him being cute was unintentional, he's just inherently babey.And to answer your questions, it's a combination of circunstances. Frankenstein was in a state of shock, very dazedly working with the bodies and not really processing what she was doing. When she snapt out of it, she was so horrified and, let's be real, traumatized by the sight of her childhood friend/crush and her soon-to-be wife sewed together that she blocked the memory from her mind after the events. It hurt too much to think about it, it was just easier to pretend she'd made it out of random corpse parts just like Creature. She probably does recognize him on a subconscious level, but 1. She believes wholeheartedly that she failed to reanimate the second monster and also killed it in the river, and 2. The very thought that the 'stuck up industrialist slut' she hates is actually a combination of the two people she loved most in this world is just straight up banned from the Franken-mind. Creature doesn't recognize Henry either because he never actually got to see the finished creation before Frankenstein yeeted him out the window, though he does feel the same pull and longing to be near him.As for the stitches and scarring, Henry was well looked after by the family that took him in, and his wounds were treated as best as possible. He has scars, yes, but he looks more like someone with really bizarre genetics who survived a traumatic incident than he does a patchwork monster like the Creature. Aah, the benefits of your adoptive sister having a fiancé who is a doctor.
jeks-tgs Follow It's three in the morning, and when I listen to music, especially gothic Broadway muscials, at this hour, bizarre things come into existence.Made For You AU/Forgotten Monster AUIn which Creature killed Elizabeth before asking dear old Frankie to make him a girlfriend. Frankenstein, in a sad 'wants them both back' kind of way, creates the Crimes Against Nature 2; Electric Boogaloo monster out of Henry Clerval and Elizabeth. Of course, seeing them amalgamated together snaps her out of her dazed state, and she throws the 'unfinished' monster out the window into a river. Creature gets pissed, in this version then kills Frankenstein's father in place of Elizabeth since she's already dead, and the rest of the story is fairly similar, with Frankie hunting her big corpse son, the two eventually forming this weird bond, Moreau, Society, etc. This time, however, her hatred for Jekyll starts to meld into unease. He looks familiar, and it frightens her, but she doesn't know why.---The monster awakens washed up on the bank of a river. He is cold. He is hungry. He doesn't know who he is, or how he got there, or where he came from. A girl from a nearby farm discovers what appears to be a young woman covered in scars and stitches, with blonde and auburn hair, one eye red and one eye green. She brings the monster home, where he is originally given the name Marian, and nursed back to health. After he learns more about the world around him, a fast learner, he finds the name Marian doesn't fit. Lucky for him, this family is uncommonly open-minded. They help him pick a new name, they sign him up for college, they exchange letters with him constantly when he moves to London. He meets many strange individuals, the strangest being an old woman and her green patchwork creation.Henry Jekyll can't help but feel a strong pull towards the creature, and an odd, burning hatred for the sickly woman now under his care.#tgs#tgs au#body horror#Made For You AU#Forgotten Monster AU#oh no! look out! them afab presenting titties have made an appearance!!#shield your innocent eyes!!!#this is the world's most convoluted way to write a scenario that would allow a crackship to happen#Jekyll x Creature#Hyde x Creature#ye Hyde is the Elizabeth half and Henry is the Clerval half#Clerval is trans in this hence why Henry is entirely afab#instead of HJ7 it's just whichever half of the brain has the most control#I imagine Hyde is the way he is because as Elizabeth he/she was really energetic and loved life#and the aggression maybe comes from blaming Frankenstein for his/her death?? idk#the pull Henry feels towards Creature is because he was literally made for him as a significant other#asac - assigned soulmates at creation#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs reblogged dradelcra Follow Finding out that Lanyon is married is wild but (i mean common he's a snack) knowing that it was also a business motivated action opens up to SO MANY cute things. Like, Lanyon could hang out with Jekyll and stuff, doing romantic things and wifey could full on know, actually consenting because she got a gf too (or they both love each other because everyone is atleast Bisexual but that love extends to others). It's like that one victorian youtube series where both the partners are gay and cover each other so they don't get caught.Basically:Mrs. Lanyon: This is my husband, Dr. Lanyon.Mrs. Lanyon: And this is his boyfriend who has two personalities known as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Mrs. Lanyon: And Mr. Hyde has another couple who he is polygamous with and they visit for picnics. Mrs. Lanyon: and this is my girlfriend (idk what to call her).Mrs. Lanyon: And both Robert and I provide Sugar parent funds for our sugar babies.Quick more prompts ppl (this is one big poly couple? It's more than two what do i call this?). #ooohohhooo#do I smell an opportunity to expand my polyfam??#honestly forgot Lanyon has a wife ngl#I could have been drawing Mrs. Lanyon shenanigans this entire time#but I was so focused on shipping TGS and DST characters together that I forgot ooOPS#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs Follow Me, just trying to peacefully change my art style and make concept art for my Forcefully Hyde AU:Baby:@fox-guardian 's doggo and my pubbers are the CEOs of Interrupting The Art Process With Their Undeniable Cuteness#tgs#tgs au#Mod Jeks#Jeks puppy
jeks-tgs Follow Me, seeing more and more people make AUs that are similar to AUs I've made but never got around to refining, now resorting to making the most obscure, specific AUs I can because I'm so stressed all the time about 'being original': UuuUUU fuKKINuuHhh... DEAD POET SOCIETY AU??? F.. FUKKIN.. StRANGE MagiC AU...Dungeons AaNd DRAGONS AU...aaaa TmT...#tgs#tgs au#Mod Jeks#Mod Jeks do a Struggle
jeks-tgs Follow GIF by tor-ta@darling-dolly-darlene#are you my clone??#because I literally have an AU inSPIRED BY THAT EXACT SONG WHAT#HDJDBDD!?#great minds think alike owo#ngl would love to see your take on evil!jekyll#your art and AUs are always so cool and unique and I think seeing something angsty in your softer style would be a nice contrast#Mod Jeks
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jeks-tgs Follow Me: I should make a Fae AU..Me, reading about the Fae: 'Faeries thay appear more human often have more malicious intent than those that do not'.Me, immediately planning to cause angst as my poor readers watch on in horror:GIF by hobolunchbox#Fae AU#okay but should I tho#owo??#tgs#tgs au#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs Follow Not sure which direction to take for the Warriors AUSemi-Realistic??Or more cartoony and expressive??Bonus sneakety peekety of the WotB AU:#tgs#tgs au#warriors au#wolves of the beyond au#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs reblogged daisybell-on-a-carousel Follow @jeks-tgs and thus, chapter 10 art is done!I put a bunch of paintings on the wall because the wall looked plain, but then I came to the tragic realization that I had to, in fact, put stuff in the paintingsSo I just put a bunch of my art +plus a cat painting I own on low opacity in the paintings, please dont look at the paintings---I also did a bit of experimenting on this drawing because my artstyle goal is soft and vaguely pink, it doesn't look bad, but it looks alot better when just done on characters and simple backgrounds (aka, not stairs and low opacity paintings)jeks-tgs Follow AAAAAAA!!!!I love it, omg ❤❤❤❤#fanart!!!#tgs#tgs au#don't lose your head au#Mod Jeks
jeks-tgs Follow In making the Warriors AU, I just remembered the series I switched to when Warriors got too confusing. Tempted to make a Wolves of the Beyond AU. Anyone else remember that series? I blame those books for making me the angst-obsessed nerd that I am today; those books were brutal, and I'm fairly certain a main character died in every book. Could have good angst potential.#tgs#tgs au#Mod Jeks
