A Moment Untold
Hello and welcome to this short story, ladies, gentlemen and others! X3
Disclaimer: The Glass Scientists belongs to Sabrina Contugno and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde belongs to Robert Louis Stevenson.
Warning: Spoilers for the comic, if you are not up to date, then I would suggest doing so before reading this fic. You have been warned.
"Oh...bother." Henry muttered under his breath, while he quietly watched from beneath the deflated balloon and the millions of leaves decorating the large tree as the two lodgers and their octopus ran excitedly to his carriage.
Now he had just thrown more lodgers into Frankenstein's clutches. Wonderful.
"Oh, poor Henry! You fought so hard to win the lodgers their freedom, yet at the drop of a hat, they abandon you for an old clown with a famous name!"
Henry let out a long sigh, folded his arms and then turned to look at the thick trunk of the tree.
"Alright Hyde. Let's talk." He sternly said.
At those words, Hyde let a triumphant smirk stretch across his shadowy face, his eyes wide with excitement.
"Ah-hah! Finally ready to give in to your darkest impulses, are you?" He curiously exclaimed.
"No, but I am ready to discuss this little temper tantrum you've been throwing. Because, if you haven't noticed, it's not working. You'd save yourself a lot of trouble if you'd just, you know, not exist for a bit." Henry bluntly retorted.
He then quietly made his way off of the miniature hill and down his wooden ladder. And while he did that, Hyde hastily rushed down the hill, glaring after Henry, and then over to the nearest tree.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? How convenient for you to just get rid of me forever!" Hyde gritted out; his colourless eyes narrowed and his shadowy form tense.
But at those words, and as Henry's feet touched the solid green ground, Henry frowned and quietly searched for Hyde. The plan that he was going to propose quickly drifted away and to the back of his mind.
Once he found him, the two stared and glared at one another, a cool breeze blowing through the trees and the bushes surrounding them and through Henry's short and well kept hair. Hyde's words almost seemed to echo between them in the silence.
He waited for something, anything, to confirm what he had been thinking since Henry condemned him to nothingness, what had been eating at him when the city was cloaked over by a cold, black and starry blanket. Jekyll had never done that to him before! He must hate him over of the unintentional damage he had caused! It was clear as crystal in Hyde's eyes and now he wanted answers!
But although he would never admit it to anyone but himself, just the thought that Henry hated him...hurt.
"Why would you think that I would want you gone forever?" Henry questioned; voice calm and form relaxed.
"And besides, it's not possible for me to get rid of you for good even if I-"
Henry stared in pure confusion, even as Hyde continued to speak, his voice laced with anger and frustration.
"You've hated me since I accidently set half of London ablaze."
And though Hyde's hands weren't clenched int fists, his sharp teeth were slightly bared and his eyes were partly narrowed at Henry. But Henry just sighed and took a single step closer towards Hyde's tree.
"You need to calm down, Hyde." He calmly said.
"No!" Hyde snapped, shaking his head.
Another sigh left him, though it was one of slight irritation, before he walked over to Hyde and loomed over him, a serious expression upon his face as he locked eyes with him.
"Why do you care so much about my opinion on you, Hyde?" He questioned.
Hyde just kept his lips sealed and continued to glare up at Henry.
"Why do you care so much about what I think of you?" He questioned again, his growing irritation sneaking its way into his voice.
"I don't care about what you think." Hyde quickly retorted, the shadows of his cheeks darkening and his hands briefly ruffling his messy blonde hair.
Henry groaned in annoyance; his face quickly becoming consumed by frustration and his fists tightening at his sides.
"Why must you always act like such a brat with me?"
Hyde weakly growled back at Henry and quickly retorted.
"And why do you have to always be so uptight and strict with me?"
"Because I care about you and your safety, you bloody idiot! I'm not letting you out because I know what the police will do to you if they get their hands on you, Hyde!"
Hyde rolled his eyes and turned his back to Henry, silent. He didn't care one bit about what Henry had to say to him.
Silence fell over them, Henry's eyes boring into the back of Hyde's skull as he regained his composure; face red and breaths slightly ragged.
And eventually, Henry stepped away from the tree; his back straight and his expression calm, before he turned his back to Hyde and let out an exhausted sigh.
"We need to focus on figuring out how to deal with this Frankenstein debacle." He calmly explained.
"This conversation will be continued when all is said and done, Hyde."
After that, he quietly walked away and off down the beautiful path and through the sun lit forest, leaving Hyde alone upon the tree. But unbeknownst to Henry...Edward was smiling happily to himself. His heart was fluttering and black inky tears were rolling down his face, while a large weight, like that of a boulder or a house, was lifted off of his shoulders.
He cared. Henry truly cared about him.
Edward slowly turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Henry, watching him walk away.
'If only you knew. If only you knew how much I yearned for you...and how much I love you, Henry.'
I hope you all enjoyed this fic, it was a lot of fun to write a shorter story for once.
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Blood and Petals Part 2 of 3: A Danger In Plain Sight,
Welcome back everybody! X3
This is a much longer section than the last part was, but hopefully all of you will all still enjoy the second part of Blood and Petals. And if not, that's okay. X3
Warning: Slightly graphic descriptions of horror and body horror reside within this part. If any kinds of horror make you feel queasy or uneasy, then I would suggest leaving and tuning back in when the final part comes out in the future. For the rest of you who choose to stay, you have been warned.
"What exactly do you think did this to him?"
"Well we need to figure it out soon or Henry will stress himself out for the umpteenth time."
"We already know that, Dr Lanyon! Bird, me and everyone else here don't want to stress Dr Jekyll anymore than you do!"
"Don't raise your voice at-!"
"Quiet everybody, Mr Hyde is waking up!"
Groaning in pain, the madman slowly opened his eyes and stared up at all the silent and blurry figures surrounding him. His stomach was filled by a dull ache and his head felt like a light cloud. Hyde blinked repeatedly, his vision slowly clearing until the blurry figures morphed back into their true forms.
All of the lodgers, Rachel and...Lanyon...were surrounding him as he was now lying upon something much softer than the hard floor that he remembered passing out upon. The lodgers and Rachel's features expressed concern while Lanyon's expressed polite indifference. Hyde simply stared up at them all, a confused expression upon his pale face.
"Where...Where am I...?" The madman questioned; throat painfully dry and voice raspy and weak. His words would have almost gone unheard if it hadn't been for the fact that everyone was standing quite close to him.
He could feel Henry's prescence within the room and control was still within his grasp, so at least they hadn't accidently switched bodies while he had been unconscious.
"You're in the medbay, Mr Hyde. Archer and Bird found you lying passed out in their room in a pool of your own blood, so they brought you down here so we could take care of you." Rachel calmly and softly explained, Hyde turning his head to look up at his friend as she spoke. He could hear the worry in her voice.
But after listening to her words; realisation flashed across his face and a long and irritated groan left his lips.
"You have got to be kidding me. I didn't get to have any fun, because I was lying unconscious in here?!" Edward weakly gritted out, frustrated, his face quickly growing red with anger.
But a moment later, a familiar shadow slowly manifested upon the wall behind Hyde; looming over the madman's bed and frowning down at him, a worried expression upon the shadow's face.
"You shouldn't have gone near that vile flower, Hyde." Henry softly scolded, his arms folded over his chest.
The good doctor then let out a quiet and sad sigh.
"Then again, I should have done more to stop you from putting yourself in danger." He quietly muttered, though it seemed that he was talking more to himself than to Hyde. But the madman just rolled his eyes and tried to sit up upon the medbay bed, ignoring his shadowy counterpart.
He really didn't need Jekyll reminding him that he had fucked up.
"Don't move, Mr Hyde, you'll only make yourself feel worse!" Rachel hastily warned, stepping closer towards him to try and block him off.
But Edward didn't listen and continued to get out of bed. He wanted to get out of The Society and make up for the precious time he had lost because of that stupid-! Suddenly, Hyde was harshly struck by a familiar agony consuming his stomach, while a horrid concoction forced its way up his dried throat and left him with no choice but to violently vomit all over the floor. Loud gasps filled the medbay as everyone hastily backed away in shock, while Rachel ran from Edward's side and grabbed a nearby bucket; bringing it back over and handing it to Hyde, who yanked the bucket out of her hands and continued to loudly vomit profusely against his will into the bucket; body trembling, tears spilling and shaking hands clutching the bucket tightly.
But eventually, and after retching a few more times, the horrid agony in his stomach finally dulled, along with the poor blonde's vomiting and trembling, and a moment later, he was lying across the bed; panting, pale and dehydrated, while the bucket clattered upon the floor and splashed its contents across it.
All eyes, including Henry's own, darted to the gross spillage; jaws dropping to the floor, eyes widening to the size tea cup saucers and gasps filling the short silence within the medbay.
Black and yellow petals were scattered about the vile vomit...and the good doctor finally realised something.
"Wait! I've got it!" Henry suddenly exclaimed, an epiphany lighting up above his head, while the young cook hastily rushed out of the room to collect some water for the poor madman.
But as Henry looked down at Edward, the good doctor's mouth open as if he were about to speak, he saw the terrible state that the poor blonde was now in. He wasn't in a well enough state to leave the medbay yet.
The good doctor quickly shut his mouth and returned to watching the scene play out beneath him, as if he were watching one of the plays from his childhood, as eventually Rachel returned; a small tray filled with glasses in her hands and a determined expression upon her slightly sweat stained face. Hyde was now back under the bedsheets thanks to some of the lodgers' assistance; his eyes half lidded and his face paler than normal, as he looked up at Rachel and let a small and grateful smile come to his sick stained lips.
"Here you go...Mr Hyde...drink some water and...you'll feel better." Rachel cheerfully uttered between soft pants, while she carefully placed the tray upon the bedroom drawer beside Edward's medbay bed.
"Thanks." He quietly muttered back; voice raspy and weak, before he grabbed the first glass he could reach and began to quickly consume each of them without another word.
One by one each of the glasses were emptied, and soon a touch of colour returned back to Hyde's face and his throat slowly transformed from dry as a dessert to wet and functional again. He almost looked like he wasn't extremely ill and in quite a bit of pain. But as he downed the last glass of water, a long and pleased sigh leaving his lips as he pulled the glass away from his mouth, Dr Lanyon stepped forward and stood next to the madman; his hands intertwined behind himself, his back standing as straight as an arrow and his eyes staring sternly down his big nose at Hyde.
"Are you finally going to tell us your reasons for being inside Mr Bird and Mr Archer's quarters last night, Mr Hyde?" The older doctor asked; calm and respectable...until the madman's name was spoken and venom was spilled onto Lanyon's tongue.
Edward quietly placed the empty glass back upon the tray and then locked eyes with the other man.
"I was only a little curious about their new plant, Lanyon. Is it oh so wrong to be curious about new things?" The madman retorted through gritted teeth, a small smirk upon his face as he narrowed his eyes at the other man.
Unlike Lanyon, Hyde wasn't going to waste his time trying to hide his dislike from him, nor would he waste his time trying to be subtle about it.
But while the two men glared daggers at one another, Henry let out a long groan and rolled his eyes, his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at them. He knew all too well that Robert hated his connection to a supposedly horrible man like Hyde, and in turn, Henry also knew that Hyde hated his best friend's very existance, maybe even more than he hated the good doctor. If it weren't for his connection with both of them, Henry was certain that they would have murdered each other without a second thought.
"Well I would suggest that you avoid going anywhere near any of the lodgers' quarters from now on. I'm certain that neither of us want to worry Dr Jekyll, do we?" The older doctor sternly warned, yet as Hyde opened his mouth to make a snarky retort and put Lanyon in his place, Henry finally had enough and hastily spoke up.
"Don't say a word, Hyde. There's no use wasting your time arguing with Robert when there is a more pressing matter to deal with right now." Henry firmly ordered of his unwell counterpart.
And after a moment longer of the madman's mouth remaining open like that of a gaping fish, Hyde quickly snapped his mouth shut and gave Lanyon nothing but silence and a glare as his only answer. The older brunette scowled, before he turned his back to Hyde and then walked away and out of sight.
Edward then finally addressed his shadowy counterpart.
'So what exactly is this more pressing matter you speak of, my dear doctor?' He questioned through their mental connection.
"Ridding us of whatever illness that is ailing my body."
The madman mentally raised an eyebrow and slowly moved his gaze upto the shadow looming over his body. It was a shadow that only his eyes could look upon, his emerald eyes filled by a mix of curiousity and hope as his and Henry's eyes silently met in that moment.
'Firsty; our body, Jekyll.'
Henry rolled his eyes and didn't bother with a retort.
'And secondly; what do you want me to do? We can't exactly do anything in here without instantly raising their suspicions.'
But at the madman's question, one side of Henry's lips twitched and rose into a small half smirk, a challenge shining in his shadowy eyes.
"You are a persistant man, Mr Hyde, so i'm sure it won't be too difficult for you to get us out of the medbay and back to my office. Correct?" The good doctor explained, the challenge in his eyes now thick in his voice. He was happily daring Hyde to prove his words to be true.
The madman couldn't help but let a wide smirk stretch his lips from ear to ear, before he slowly sat up upon the medbay bed and once again attempted to leave it.
'Yes, and I accept your challege, Jekyll~'
Hyde's shoes soon touched the cold floor, before the madman pushed himself off of the bed and stood up before all the lodgers and the young cook, Rachel hastily stepping in front of the madman.
"Mr Hyde, you need to lay down and wait for Dr Jekyll to come and help you." She desperately begged of him, worry thick in her voice as the lodgers nodded in agreement.
"She's right, you know?" Bird uttered; his arms folded in front of his chest and his eyes staring at the madman through his small glasses.
"Yeah, so don't bother being a persistant basterd for once, Hyde, and get back in bed." Griffin gritted out as he glared at Hyde.
But unsurprisingly, he didn't listen to any of them as he quietly and slowly walked away and over to the wooden double doors of the medbay. Hyde was determined to get out of there and away from their gazes. He paused in front of the doors, the unwell blonde keeping himself steady by gripping the two shiny door knobs tightly with his pale and slightly shaking hands.
"I'll go to him myself, and if any of you dare to disturb us when not asked for, i'll be sure to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget when i'm feeling better!" The madman angrily snapped, narrowing his eyes at all of them from over his shoulder.
And with those last warning words, and as the medbay fell silent, Hyde opened the doors and finally walked out of the room and up the insanely decorated main hall. Out of their sights, the unwell blonde speed walked over to Henry's office without a single care for the dull pain inside his stomach, while the shadow of the good doctor followed him across the large hall, up the stairs and into his poorly lit office.
But after he closed the doors behind him, Hyde leaned against them; panting raggedly and breathing heavily, while the dull pain in his chest now began to throb with every breath of air that he swallowed.
It was as if his own heart had suddenly turned against him.
After finally catching his breath, the madman slowly walked over to Henry's desk and began to quietly work on recreating the HJ7 formula, while Henry watched on from the mirror. He patiently waited for them to switch places again. The ingredients were soon mixed together, and after adding the special salt to the mix, the formula glowed an eerie green glow and bubbled at the surface while green smoke almost consumed the madman's form.
It was finally ready for consumption.
Hyde didn't waste a second and hastily drank it down; the formula burning his throat and filling his veins, before familiar fires ignited inside his stomach and a vicious agony forced the madman to drop the vial and collapse upon the floor; coughing, sobbing and crying, while he held his head in his hands as he curled up and writhed in agony on the office floor. Their souls came together, were torn apart and then violently shoved into opposite directions until Hyde had found the mirror and Henry had found their shared body. And with that, the familiar yet unhinged agony finally came to a swift and merciful end.
When Henry finally opened his eyes, his somewhat dark office surrounded him, while the formula dribbled from his mouth and spilled from his eyes as he panted and breathed heavily in a shaking ball upon the floor. He could feel a dull pain inside his chest, yet Henry couldn't feel that there was anything truly wrong with him.
After finally catching his breath and wiping away the remnants of the formula from his face, Henry stood up and turned around, staring at his unwell counterpart with a professional but soft expression upon his face. Hyde was paler than normal; his body slightly hunched over and his arms wrapped around his stomach, while he stared back at Henry with pain in his dull emerald eyes.
"Lie down on the couch for me, Hyde. I need to take a look at you." The good doctor softly ordered.
Edward nodded and then slowly stepped out of the mirror, his body solidifying slightly as his body passed through the glass, and over to the comfortable and warm couch, sighing softly as he rested flat upon it.
Henry frowned, watching the poor madman almost walk at a snail's pace, before he quickly turned around and began to search through all the dusty and potion filled cabinets of his office; opening, peeking inside and then closing them all again.
'I'm certain that I left my old journal somewhere in here.' He thought to himself, cursing under his breath with every failure he had uncovered within his many cabinets.
It had to be hidden somewhere in his office!
There was no possible way he could have lost it!
But he was unsuccessful with the cabinets and so he hastily rushed back over to his desk, yanking open both drawers. He peered inside the right one, but found no sign of his journal, and then peered inside the left drawer; his heart fluttering with joy and a long sigh of relief leaving his lips.
It was there, poking out from underneath papers and other items Henry had placed inside the drawer over time. His old journal. It was covered by a thick layer of dust and was bursting at the seams with knowledge, though thankfully it appeared to still be in one piece like he had left it all those years ago.
The good doctor hastily grabbed his journal, placed it upon his desk and then opened it.
Page after page was looked over and disease after disease was detailed upon the many pages of his journal. He was searching for one single word.
Hanahaki
And as he searched through his journal, his ears are filled by the violent coughing and gasping of his poor counterpart as the madman tried to breathe, tried to suck as much oxygen as possible. But the invisible and unyielding hands around Edward's neck made it nearly impossible for him to breathe, its fingers tightening around his throat and its sharp claws digging deep into his skin.
His body shook with fear and strangled cries for help filled his throat, bubbling desperately and demanding freedom...yet he held them back. He would not dare beg or plead for Henry's help!
That unending agony would never make him; The Spirit of London At Night, yield before anyone and that was final!
Soon Henry stopped upon two specific pages, where a beautiful sketch of a familiar flower and explainations of a horrid illness resided. He then picked up his journal and ran over to the couch; kneeling at Edward's side and placing the still open journal upon the floor.
"It's going to be alright, Hyde." He reassured, a soft but professional tone to his words, before he slowly outstretched his hand and attempted to run his soft fingers through Edward's messy blonde hair.
But the madman violently pulled himself away from Henry's comforting touch, even as a large part of him yearned and begged for it. He wanted to feel those delicate fingers running themselves through his hair and easing his pain, yet Hyde's pride wouldn't allow it, and so he shot an irritated yet unintimidating glare at Henry.
He tried to try and calm himself down and level out his breathing, but it didn't take very long for his mouth to suddenly be filled with a familiar bile, forcing him to once again vomit more Hanahaki petals all over the floor; tears spilling from his eyes and his body trembling violently.
The good doctor yelped and hastily pulled his journal to his chest before Hyde's vomit could ruin it.
Holding the open book against his chest, Henry stared with pitying eyes at his poor counterpart, while his heart ached within him. But that didn't make any sense.
He had dealt with many patiences in the past, too many to count and many closer to death than Edward was, yet seeing his counterpart; tears overflowing in his eyes and his body trembling in agony, just seemed to easily snap his heart in two as if it were a fragile twig.
Henry thought that he had put it all behind him.
It would never happen. But why had it chosen now of all times to come back?
After the poor madman had finally stopped vomiting, the floor now stained by puke and petals, the good doctor slowly outstretched one of his hands toward Edward again. Comforting his sick patients always seemed to make them feel relaxed and safe, which made helping them so much easier.
"Hyde. Everything's going to be fine." Henry softly cooed to his unwell counterpart.
Hyde once again tried to pull himself away from the good doctor's touch. But he was too slow this time. Henry's fingers had no trouble finding their way into his messy blonde hair; stroking slowly and caressing gently. For a moment, Edward lay silently tense upon the couch and kept his tear filled eyes shut.
'Don't give in! Just don't give in! I can get through this without his comfort!'
But it felt so nice to finally feel those fingers touching him in such an intimate fashion.
A moment later, his breathing was still an issue as he slowly opened his eyes and stared up into Henry's caring rubies. Hyde thought that maybe it wouldn't hurt to give in this one single time. And so he did just that, moving his head up slowly and into Henry's touch, allowing the good doctor to comb his fingers through his messy mop of hair, the madman's breaths remaining uneven and ragged as he did so.
"Deep breaths, Hyde. Don't panic and just take deep breaths for me now, okay?" Henry quietly cooed, a reassuring smile upon his soft lips as he stared into his poor counterpart's watery eyes.
Edward's heart weakly fluttered at that beautiful smile, the madman quietly nodding his head before beginning to take deep but shaky breaths; tears rolling down his pale face and his lungs burning with every breath he took. When the good doctor saw those tears, he quietly moved his hand out of the poor madman's hair and gently wiped them away until his thumb was wet and Hyde's eyes were momentarily drained of tears.
He then slowly pulled his hand away and grabbed the still open journal held against his chest. Edward let out a whine at the loss of Henry's touch. The good doctor pulled his journal upto his face and finally looked over the information he desired.
"The Hanahaki Disease, or to translate, The Flower Coughing Disease, is a disease based within Asian countries such as Japan. The flower can easily be identified by its yellow and black petals." Henry softly and quietly muttered.
His eyes ran over line after line, detailing the numerous stages that lied before them.
Reading through the stages of the disease was no different to when Henry had done so in the past...until he came to the final stage and beyond.
After death finally takes the victim away, the vile Hanahaki flower will continue to grow within their corpse; roots and petals filling their heart, their throat and their lungs, while the flower itself will blossom and burst out of their chest, before beginning the slow process of covering up the victim's body with more Hanahaki Flowers, until the victim is nothing more than an unmoving energy source for a disgusting Hanahaki Bush that will inevitably consume whatever is left of them.
And if Henry didn't save Edward now...then that would be the nightmarish fate that they had to look forward to.
The good doctor quickly closed the book, placed it aside and then outstretched his hands towards Edward. But then he paused, waiting to hear any kind of protest from his counterpart.
Hyde said nothing and simply continued to take deep and pained breaths as he stared at Henry.
Henry smiled at him and then carefully began to undress Edward; unbuttoning buttons and pulling off each item of clothing, until he was left in nothing but his shoes and underwear.
But once his body is revealed to him, Henry let out a loud and horrified gasp, yanked his hands away and covered his mouth, his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared in horror at the poor madman.
"How...How bad is it...? Jekyll...?" The poor madman asked between deep and pained breaths.
But Henry said nothing and continued to stare at his counterpart's almost naked body. An inky blackness was flowing from head to toe through Edward's veins, while blueish and yellowish splotches were littered across his chest...right above where the madman's poor heart was.
The disease was into its third stage.
Henry could barely tear his eyes away from the disaster Hyde's body had become. But after a minute longer of staring, he heard Edward's voice, asking him how bad it was again. His voice snapped the good doctor out of his horrified trance and back behind his professional facade.
"It isn't good, Hyde, but I can assure you that you will be cured before this day is finished." Henry calmly explained to his unwell counterpart, a small but reassuring smile upon his face, before he quickly grabbed his journal and began to silently search for the details of the cure.
He was now determined more than ever to keep them both out of Death's cruel clutches.
It didn't take long for him to find what he had written all those years ago; four ingredients for the cure, the amount of each ingredient and even how to create the cure without running the risk of it blowing up in his face. But he had always hoped that he would have never haqd to use such information ever again, yet it seemed that the odds were once again stacked upon another's side. Death's side.
The list of ingredients went thusly:
-Five petals from an Ambrosia Flower.
-Five petals from an Anemone Flower.
-Five petals from an Acacia Flower.
-Five drops of blood taken from the one connected to the feelings of one sided love that the victim is suffering from.
'What? Hyde is...in love? But who could he have fallen for?' The good doctor pondered to himself, his eyes wide and his mouth agape in shock. The thought of Hyde suffering through unreturned feelings not only tugged at Henry's heart strings...but also managed to sneak a little glimmer of hope past his mask and into the good doctor's ruby eyes.
The good doctor quickly looked Edward over.
The madman was breathing a little better than before, yet the bruises appeared to have multiplied behind Henry's back, painting the pale skin of Hyde's chest purple, blue and yellow.
And after he had finished looking Edward up and down, Henry stood up, closed his journal and then quietly ran over to the double doors of his office.
"Where...are you...going?" Hyde questioned between deep breaths as he slowly raised his head and looked at his counterpart, confused.
"I need to grab the cure's ingredients, Hyde. I promise that I won't be gone long." Henry calmly explained, throwing one last reassuring smile at Hyde before he quickly exited his office.
However, when he closed the door and was about to descend the stairs, he found Rachel and the lodgers waiting at the bottom of them; concerned and silent. All of their eyes gleamed with the exact same question. They all wanted some answers.
The good doctor let out a soft sigh and smiled down at them all.
"Mr Hyde is going to be alright, everyone, but I need some of you to bring a few items to me so that I can help him." Henry calmly explained, before he began to give out orders and send all of them on their ways.
Archer and Bird were sent back to their quarters to grab the fifteen petals which the cure desired. Rachel and another lodger were sent to the kitchen to grab more glasses of water for when Hyde became dehydrated again. As for the remaining lodgers, they were all told to return to their quarters and to wait until Henry informed them that the poor madman was finally cured.
After that, everyone left the main hall without a word and quickly got to work, while the good doctor quickly ran back into his office and closed the doors behind him.
'Now I just need the five drops of blood. But where on Earth will I find whoever Hyde has fallen for? Hmm...maybe it's that man or that woman he usually hangs about with? Or maybe it could be Cutthroat-?'
As Henry pondered over such a question, strange and child-like sounds suddenly began to echo through his office, making him almost jump out of his skin as he hastily turned to stare at the source of such sounds...only to find his counterpart; laughing and writhing, an expression of painful delirium upon his tear stained face as he let out squeals and mewls between bursts of hysterical laughter.
Henry stared in complete disbelief at Edward; eyes wide and jaw dropped upon the floor. The Spirit of London At Night had suddenly been reduced to a child?!
He walked over and stood beside his counterpart, staring down at him with confused expression upon his face. But the madman just stared back up at Henry, a small and innocent smile upon his pale face as giggles spilled forth from his now chapped lips.
"How do you sparkle so muuuuuch? You're like a huuuuuuuge penny!" Edward curiously and cheerfully questioned; his words slurred and his head tilting from side to side.
Henry's jaw once again dropped, unfinished words spluttering out of his mouth as his mind scrabbled for an explaination as he stared silently at Edward...until a spark of realisation finally flashed in his eyes.
The squealing and the mewling.
The uncontrollable giggling and laughter.
The child-like tone to his speech.
Edward was now going through delirium and they were running out of time!
The thought quickly had Henry shaking his head and gripping his journal tightly, before he knelt down at Edward's side and gently cupped the poor madman's cheek, turning his head to look him in the eyes.
"I need to know who you love, Hyde. Their blood is important and the cure needs it." Henry quickly and calmly explained, a crack or two upon his professional mask as he spoke.
But Edward simply shook his head.
"Nuuuuu, that's a secret! You don't share secrets!"
Suddenly, Edward's eyes began to flutter closed and he let out an admittedly adorable giggle, while at the same time, he looked ready to drift off into unconsciousness. But Henry was quick to notice. Within seconds, his hands were upon Edward's shoulders and he was gently shaking his delirious counterpart back into the land of the living, the blonde's eyes shooting open and a weak gasp of surprise leaving him.
"Please Hyde, you have to tell me who you've fallen in love with, otherwise I won't be able to help you." The good doctor begged, worry breaking through his professional mask and leaking into his voice.
But instead of giving an answer...Edward's attention was grabbed by Henry's eyes.
"Do you have rubies for eyes? They look so shiny and pretty and red. Sooooooo much red!" Edward curiously slurred out. He giggled and laughed aloud and then slowly raised his hands and weakly clapping them together.
"Henry has rubies for eyes! Henry has rubies for eyes! Henry has rubies for eyes!"
Over and over those words were repeated, the delirious blonde slowly clapping his hands together between his exclaimations, leaving Henry to let out a long and exasperated sigh as he rested his head in his hands, shaking his head out of frustration. He truly hoped that that delirious state passed by shortly.
"How am I supposed to save your bloody life if you won't- Huh?"
Henry slowly raised his head out of his hands and stared at Edward; surprised yet confused. He suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands resting upon his head, while gentle and curious fingers slowly ran themselves through his soft and short brown hair.
Neither of them dared to utter a word, subconsciously stretching the moment out as Edward continued to run his fingers through Henry's hair and Henry continued to stare deep into Edward's slightly dim emerald eyes.
But after a sweet minute of blissful silence passed, a weak voice spoke.
"You have such soft hair...and really shiny eyes too." Edward whispered, a small smile coming to his lips. A dark blush covered Henry's cheeks and his heart secretly and passionately fluttered within his chest at those words.
But seconds later, he asked the same question for the third time in a row, hoping to finally put an end to their conversation. His professional mask was now stained by more thin cracks than before he had left his office.
However, once the question made it to Edward's ears, he pulled his fingers out of Henry's hair, and then as quickly as he was able, cupped Henry's cheeks and pulled his counterpart's face closer to his own; a wide and happy smile on his lips and an affectionate but weak sparkle in his eyes.
And then finally...Edward gave Henry his answer.
"It's you! I love you, Henry! I love you! I love you, Henry Jekyll!" He happily exclaimed, a large weight lifted off of the madman's shoulders as he proclaimed his love again and again and again.
But seconds later, that same weight came crashing back down upon his fragile and flower infected heart.
And with it, Edward's proclaimations quickly came to a screeching hault; his chapped lips snapping shut and his expression of joyful delirium crumbling away, revealing pain and even horror at his own proclaimation.
Hyde cursed himself and lowered his head back onto the couch; his heart racing, more bruises staining his chest and his pained and shaky breaths now once again filling the office. But Henry just stared down at him, surprised, his body frozen in complete shock as the words echoed over and over inside his head and rang inside his ears.
'You...You fell for me...?' The good doctor thought, his heart fluttering inside his chest.
But a moment later, and as Edward was holding back tears, Henry blinked and shook his head. He then quietly stood up with his journal in hand. Henry knew that it was cruel of him to give Edward nothing but silence, but they were already running out of time. And after fixing his mask, he turned his back to the poor madman and walked over to his desk and placed his open journal upon it.
'I need to save him. I need to save both of us. I'm sorry but I must put this first.'
And with that thought, Henry attempted to run around his office, attempted to grab his old alchemical equipment and attempted to place them upon his desk. Or at least he would have done that...if not for the knock at the door that suddenly echoed through his office. The good doctor groaned and stomped over to the door, yanked it open and poked his head out, his body blocking out his office from view as he stared at his visitors, ready to shout.
But it was only Archer, Bird, Rachel and the lodger who had been helping her at the door. Archer and Bird were holding three small cups, each containing five fresh petals within them, while Rachel and the lodger were both carrying small trays, both covered by glasses of water.
But Henry didn't allow them inside his office.
Instead he simply gave them a grateful and honest smile, grabbed the three cups, balancing them in his hands, before running back to his desk. He then did the same with the two trays of water, though he quickly thanked the four of them for their help, before finally closing the door.
Once the door was closed, the four helpers walking away not long after, Henry carried the glasses of water over to Edward, placed them next to the couch and handed one to him. Edward silently accepted the glass and slowly drank the cool water. And once again, Henry said nothing. Instead he stood up and finally began to collect his old alchemical equipment.
First he collected his distilling equipment from one of his cabinets. He had not used it in quite some time. He held it carefully as he rushed back to his desk and gently placed the equipment upon said desk. After giving the distilling equipment a quick once over, Henry moved onto his stone mortar and stone pestle, pulling both of them out of another cabinet. He then quickly returned to his desk and placed them upon it.
The good doctor was certain that he had everything now.
Grabbing the three small cups, Henry dropped the fifteen petals into the mortar, each of them swaying down into the stone cup. He then grabbed the pestle. And while he held the mortar in place, Henry hastily crushed the colourful petals into mush; his expression one of focus and his fingers wrapped tightly around the pestle, while Edward's sobs, grunts and whimpers of agony echoed inside his office and rang horribly in his ears.
Once the petals were nothing but mush, Henry placed the pestle aside, pulled the thermometer out of the distilling flask at the beginning of the equpiment. The petal mush was then dumped into the flask and the thermometer was pushed back into the distilling flask. Seconds later, the burner was turned on; the flame burning hot beneath the flask and boiling the trapped petal mush.
Now Henry could only watch and wait, leaving him with no choice but to listen to the poor madman's pained and saddening words, his weak voice filling his ears.
"Please...hurry up...fucking please. It's getting worse...fuck please. Please...make it stop...make it stop...I want it to fucking...stop." Edward weakly pleaded between pained sobs and deep breaths, his cheeks visibly wet and his emerald eyes overflowing with tears as he spoke.
"I promise you'll be okay, Hyde. You're going to be okay." Henry softly reassured; his hands clenched and shaking upon his desk, his eyes shut tight and his words filled with uncertainty.
He didn't even know if his words were true...
After a couple minutes, the boiled petal mush finally gave off vapours, which flowed into the glass condenser line, condensing it until the petal extract finally dripped and dripped into the receiving flask at the end of the distilling equipment. Henry watched the flask closely, until the dripping finally ceased, the good doctor turning off the burner and grabbing the flask. He then placed the petal extract into one of the small cups and ran around to the other side of his desk.
Placing the cup back down, Henry opened one of his drawers and carefully pulled out a small but sharp needle, and then quietly closed the drawer.
The final ingredient that the cure required.
He spun his left hand around, and after taking a deep breath, he pushed the needle into the bare pad of one of his fingers. Henry quickly stifled a pained whimper as the sharp metal pierced his skin, drawing a thin little trickle of blood from his finger.
And a few seconds later, Henry hastily yanked the needle out and threw it aside. He then hovered his bleeding finger above the small cup; watching closely and counting five drops.
Once five drops were in the cup, and ignoring the minor injury upon his finger, Henry grabbed a stirring rod out of one of his desk drawers and quickly mixed the blood and petal extract together.
But seconds after he had started stirring, loud coughs suddenly filled his office; profuse and pained, before the horrid sound of vomit forcing itself out of Edward's poor throat and splattering across the floor reached Henry's ear.
And when the good doctor finished the cure and ran over to the poor madman's side, ready to finally put the nightmare behind them and end Edward's agony, he froze and almost dropped the cure at the horiffic sight before him; face paling, eyes widening and a loud gasp of horror leaving Henry's lips.
Smaller Hanahaki Flowers; slowly growing and slowly blooming, were practically consuming Edward's mouth as if it were a fleshy plant pot. Tears were streaming down his deathly white face. The skin above his heart had been completely turned eerie yellow and deep brown by the hundreds of bruises that now covered his chest like a twisted painting created by Death's brush. And the black ooze flowing through his veins, poisoning them with its vile presence, was rapidly spreading, drawing dangerously close to the madman's flower infested heart.
The final stage had finally arrived to claim him.
Edward stared up at Henry through watery and bloodshot emerald eyes.
'Henry...please...help me. Please...i'm sorry...for everything i've done...to you. Please...please make it stop...I don't want to die...I don't want to die...I don't want either...of us...to die.' He begged through their connection, his words getting weaker with every beg that he uttered.
'It's going to be okay, Edward, just calm down, I have the cure right here.'
Henry's tone was practically teetering upon the verge of falling into panic and fear, tears welling up in his ruby eyes.
But he didn't let them fall...not yet.
Henry quickly knelt down beside Edward; holding the cup in his right hand and outstretching his left hand towards his terrified counterpart, his professional mask covered by millions of thick cracks. But Edward could just barely see what was playing out before him, his whole body screaming pleads of mercy, crying out for him to finally let consciousness slip out of his hands!
His eyes fluttered open and then fluttered closed, fluttered open and then fluttered closed. His vision grew blurred and wet. Colours merged and Henry's body and the objects surrounding said body became nothing but incoherent shapes. Edward tried to move, but his limbs felt as if they were suddenly made of stone; heavy and useless. He tried to utter a word, tried to let out a cry for mercy, but it all came out as a garbled mess of guttural and muffled sounds, while the horrid taste of the small Hanahaki Flowers consumed his taste buds.
It hurt! It hurt so fucking much! Why couldn't it just stop, why couldn't it just end already?!
And eventually, Edward's eyes closed and the world went dark, his body and his mind finally giving into sweet sweet unconsciousness...yet he still heard the poor doctor's voice.
"No...no no no no, Edward wake up! Wake up please! You need to drink this! You need to!"
"Please Edward! Please, i'm sorry I didn't try harder to stop this, but please wake up! Come back, Edward!"
The mask had finally shattered and the tears had finally fallen.
Did anyone notice what the flowers mentioned in the cure have in common? What did you think of my take on the Hanahaki Flower and the Hanahaki Disease? Have you enjoyed the fic so far?
I apologise for this second cliffhanger and I promise that the third part will make up for it.
Now of course, don't forget to leave all your answers to these questions and more in the comment box below, before you go!
rbdecepticon17Reblogged helliskyluxtoocooltobehipsterFollowwindows users, save money using these free apps!!fembossother fab programs that are absolutely 100% free:recuva - accidentally deleted something in the recycling bin? recover it back with this program!speccy - tells you the specs of your computer, among other thingsdefraggler - defrag the SHIT out of your hard drive and clean it right upunlimitedgoatsThis is a great post what makes it even better is that most of these you can get from Ninite which will download and install the latest versions of all available software ALL AT ONCE without you having to worry about adware or the annoying clutter (toolbars, changing your default search engine) that sometimes comes with their individual installers. So, yeah. Have at it folks.attackofthekillerderkFor posterity.youngatheart34Good lord this is awesome.
rbdecepticon17ashenpages asked:✿ Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile! ✿Awwwh shucks, I needed this today, Ashenpages. Thank you for this lovely message and I can say the same right back to you, my friend. X3Now I shall tag those I can think of who I think fit the criteria of your message, Ashenpages. X3@edwardthebadass @rbluepie @anchestor @pixel-vast @fullychaoticpatrol @carol-molliniere @b1nary-m1sch1ef @meefling @hj7webcomic and last but certainly not least @glass-scientists. You are all fantastic, wonderful and lovely people! I hope you all have a wonderful day! X3
rbdecepticon17Cutthroat Lucy HeadcanonShe is secretly a super badass drag queen!Headcanon Accepted or Headcanon Denied?#Cutthroat Lucy#Headcanon#The Glass Scientists
rbdecepticon17RebloggedinvaderphantomFollowEn mi defensa, estaba aburrida xD
rbdecepticon17Reblogged rainy-days-and-cabbageThe fandom: Jekyll and Hyde are gay.The experts: Jekyll and Hyde are gay.The author: Jekyll and Hyde are gay.Jekyll and Hyde: We're gay.Any adaptation: Jekyll, Hyde, I got you a girlfriend each! And no platonic interactions with other guys, I'm sorry. No homo right? Do you want a fiancée? Here you are. Oh look what about if then this girl and you-#Why?#Why is Hollywood like this?#LetTheBoysBeGay/Bi2K18#Let them be happy with other men!
rbdecepticon17The Monster (An Original J+H Song)Written and Sung by RBDECEPTICON17Why hello, everybody! It's good to see you all again, and i'm happy to say that i'm coming at you all with another piece of content for this beautiful fandom! X3Now just as a warning, this is the very first time i've ever written or sung my own song, so it may come off as cringey or terrible or both. If that is the case, then feel free to let me know in the comment section, and if you thought it was good, then let me know that too. X3But anyway, without further delay...ENJOY! X3HYDE:
Monster Monster
That's all I ever hear
Monster Monster
To them it's truly clear-MUSIC SPACE-I try my very best every day
To prove i'm not what he says
Yet no matter what I do
I can't seem to find a way throughI'm crazy but I have a heart
I'm slow but I can be smart
I'm loud but I am leading
I'm cold but I have true feelingsYet all that they see
Yet all that they see-MUSIC SPACE-Is i'm the monster creeping through the streets!
I'm the monster who'll kill you in your sleep!
I'm the monster born without a heart!
I'm the monster they will take apart!So please just let me flee!
I just want to be me!-MUSIC SPACE-I just want to find my own way
To save myself from decay
But no matter what I say
He just keeps forcing me to strayI swear i'm nice but i'm in chains
I swear i'm kind I was framed
I swear I care he's lying
I swear I'm fine when i'm cryingYet all that they see
Yet all that they seeIs i'm the monster creeping through the streets!
I'm the monster who'll kill you in your sleep!
I'm the monster born without a heart!
I'm the monster they will take apart!So please leave me be!
I just want to be free!Because i'm not the monster killing peace!
And i'm not the monster who is diseased!
I'm not the monster who has no soul!
I'm just a man who's freedom he stole!But all that they say!
But all that they say!
But all that they say!-SILENT SPACE-Monster Monster
That's all they'll ever say
Monster Monster
To them that's all i'll beI hope you all have a wonderful day! See you all again next time! X3#Audio Recording#Original Song#Edward Hyde#The Glass Scientists
rbdecepticon17Reblogged chokememrstarkmarty-mc“You’d destroy me, and I’d let you.”— 7 Word Poem (via dontworrylesleylovesyou)#Jekyde#This is Jekyde#Probably something Henry would say to Hyde#Fight me. XD
rbdecepticon17RebloggededwardthebadassFollowProof that Dr Henry Jekyll, from the original, novel is Gay In the first chapter Enfield tells Utterson about the incident in which Hyde tramples a little girl, and after explaining that he paid the father with a cheque signed by Jekyll, he says “Blackmail, I suppose.”. Back in good old Victorian England, respectable gay gentlemen would often get blackmailed by people who found out about their sexuality.In the second chapter Utterson dreams about Jekyll sleeping, when suddenly someone wakes him up, someone “to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding.” Whiiiiich could mean that Utterson was dreaming about Hyde forcing Jekyll to.. uhm y’know.. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (And I’m not the only one saying this there are literary critiques that speculated on this.)In the last chapter Jekyll says “Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest” which assumes a whole different meaning once you realize that “earnest”, at the time, also meant “queer” or “gay”. Jekyll is basically saying both him and Hyde were Gay.Poole, about Hyde: “Then you must know as well as the rest of us that there was something queer about that gentleman”. This is pretty self explanatory.Enfield: “No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.” Oh so this whole story concerning Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde looks like QUEER street? What a peculiar choice of words Richard-Also isn’t it odd that, in the very demanding and oppressive Victorian Society, a gentleman who clearly cares about his reputation… doesn’t have a wife? I mean, single men and women did exist back then.. but still, isn’t it even a liiittle bit odd? Just saying..hydethememelordYou’re forgetting the fact that Utterson refers to Hyde as Jekyll’s “favorite”, aka a term used to refer to a man’s #1 mistress and best kept girl(boy in this case). There is also heavy emphasis on Hyde’s youth in comparison to Jekyll, which is key when you consider the fact that it was usually young men being charged with sodomy during this period and a lot of times the relationships they got in trouble for were with older men.The first (recorded that we know of) time queer was used as a slur for being gay was in 1894, (actually in reference to a relationship involving Oscar Wilde ye boi) but it was possibly in use prior to this, but only in the very late 19th century. “Queer street” on the other hand, means someone who is going through difficulty(often financially)and does not refer to homosexuality. edwardthebadassThank you for the addition and most important, thank you for correcting me. doc-monster-weirdoYeah, but still… That choice of words (Queer Street), even as an idiom, seems intentional, coming from a man that makes one of his characters make a fucking pun out of the fact that he’s stalking some guy. Maybe he knew about the use of queer? In any case, gothic literature is known for having many homoerotic subplots, and let’s remember that authors used literature as an outlet for sexual tension -even heteronormative sexual tension, but mostly for homosexual relationships. Stevenson was probably bisexual, and his first drafts for The Strange Case included some anti-homophobic passages; this is, his purpose seems to be -coded, of course, within the prose- to expose homosexuality as something natural, parallel with the double morality narrative in the book. Also, at that moment was quite common to, ahem, delve in, you know, gay nightclubs using fake names and so. Knowing this, the fact that Henry gives his unrestrained self a separate identity -which becomes more “real” as the narration unveils- seems to reflect this.
rbdecepticon17Reblogged redhatmegsumi-ink-ninjaFollowTo those who are fans of MARVEL…Stan needs our help…please watch the video and spread the word! femmescripterI know I said I wouldn’t do any Marvel based posts after Mr. Ditko passed away, but this has to be known. This has to be shared. If only for Stan Lee’s sake. I cannot believe how horrible people can be. And to hear his own daughter is treating him so shabilly. This breaks my heart.Anyone who claims to be a real Marvel fan will reblog this on all social media platforms. And you’ll write to the actors of the Marvel movies to help us also. It seems like only the actors and us, the fans, are the ones who really care about Mr. Lee anymore. Please guys. We have to help him. NOW.Stan Lee is a hero to a lot of us. It’s time that we be a hero for him. And even if you don’t like Marvel, anyone who doesn’t tolerate elder abuse should help! @onimi18 @bbb35 @polarspaz @bramblerose4 @queenie-dee @toto-sakigami-mockingbird @chi-chi-tianshi @bulecelup @mrsbumbleb @damare-draws @ask-spiderpool @wakandaabitch @missrosiewolf @thedivinestarling crossedquillsPlease please please reblog this. Stan Lee created Marvel Comics. Stan Lee changed the world of entertainment as we know it by diverging from the norm and encouraging the acceptance of those who are different (X-Men mutants in 1963).Stan Lee, at the age of 95, is giving up on life because everyone close to him is depending upon him like vultures.Please please please reblog this. Maybe someone with influence can help him. Maybe the state will step in if enough people but them about it. Maybe we can make Stan’s twilight years enjoyable instead of the hell he’s going through. Thanks you.“Excelsior!”average-asgardian-avengerREBLOGGGGGGGGGGGGmarveldestroyedmyoungyearsI am so angry at the world for making this man feel like he doesn’t have anything worthy in his life. Stan Lee is a hero who helped many of us with the universe he created. And now we should help him.Source: youtube.com
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rbdecepticon17Reblogged love-y-o-u-3000221b-investigatesFollowlianistin asked:Did you feel intimidated to take on such a classic source material and reinvent it in such a unique way? Did it feel like a natural direction to go, or were you wary about how carefully you needed to handle the material, especially given it's popularity and past incarnations?221b-investigates answered:We were just excited that we got to have go. And we approached it in the spirit of Doyle, and his famous telegram to one of his first adapters, William Gillette. ‘You may marry, murder, or do what you like with him.“bakerstreetcrowOh lets TALK ABOUT THAT.There is a quote that is often used which says much, but the story behind the telegram and how the quote came about is also quite telling.“You may marry him, murder him, or do anything you like to him”**Telegram Sir Arthur Conan Doyle sent to William Gillette.While this line is often quoted as showing how Sir Arthur did not care about how Sherlock Holmes was portrayed, it should be noted that this quote only came after William Gillette pressed Sir. Arthur on the matter. Initially Arthur Conan Doyle stipulated that Sherlock Holmes should not be portrayed as being romantically interested in a woman. He did not give Sherlock Holmes a female love interest and preferred that it remained so (reminder that Irene Norton/Adler was in love with and married someone else (Godfrey Norton). She was not romantically interested in Holmes, or he in her).“Gillette read Conan Doyle’s script and asked permission to revise it. The author agreed, stipulating only that there be no love interest.”-via the Shakespeare Festival of Utah UniversityKeep in mind that at the time that the telegram was written it was inconceivable that Holmes would even have the opportunity to ever marry a man. The possibility of Holmes having a male love interest is not something that would have -ever- been written about, spoken of, or suggested because of the anti-lgbt culture ingrained throughout society at the time (it was against the law). The co-dependant partnership of Holmes and Watson was the closest that could be achieved when it came to M/M ‘Love’ interest. A male male relationship would NOT be referred to as a ‘love interest’. Dr. Watson could only ever be referred to as Holmes’ ‘partner’ and ‘friend’. Any reference to ‘love interests’ dealt with women by default. Sir Arthur was stating his disapproval of Holmes having a relationship with a woman.This point is significant as it is further evidence regarding how it is adaptations that try to show Holmes as being straight and interested in a woman that have to bend/rewrite the stories to do so, NOT the ones that show Holmes as having other inclinations. It is the -straight- adaptations that are deviating more from the canon stories and have to break canon when they try to push heteronormativity. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle had written about having a preference that Holmes remained single and alone or living with Dr. John Watson then being romantically interested in a women.yorkiepugGIF by elennemigojohnlockiseternalGIF by georgetakei
rbdecepticon17Reblogged songsforfelurianlifeofbran-deactivated20240416Here’s to the BoysHere’s to the boys who cover their stomachs when they sit down. Here’s to the boys with stretch marks. Here’s to the boys who avoid the mirrors. Here’s to the boys who skip eating. Here’s to the boys who feel small. Here’s to the boys who work so damn hard every day to like themselves. Here’s to the boys who hesitate before taking their shirt off at the swimming pool. Here’s to the boys who doubt themselves. Here’s to the boys who insist on having the lights off during sex. Here’s to the boys whose body issues are waved away by society. Here’s to the boys who have ever been told “you’d look so much hotter if…” Here’s to the boys who can finish that sentence and remember the exact time it was said to them. Here’s to the boys who hate shopping for clothes because nothing fits “just right.” Here’s to the boys. Here’s to the boys who are reading this. Here’s to the boys: you are attractive, you deserve to feel sexy, you have worth. You are wanted and loved. Here’s to you. #To all my male followers!#I love you all!#Keep being awesome and keep loving yourself because you deserve love!
rbdecepticon17Blood and Petals Part 1 of 3: The Flower Arrives,Hello everybody and welcome to another three part fic from yours truly! I've been looking forward to giving all of you this fic for quite some time now, so I hope that you will all have as much fun reading it as I did writing it for all of you. X3Disclaimer: Jekyll and Hyde is owned by Robert Louis Stevenson and The Glass Scientists is owned by Sabrina Contugno.No warnings for this part, but they will come along in later parts. So I guess you could call that your warning for this story.ENJOY!It was the middle of spring for the wonderful city of London, as the sun shone and smiled in the sky. People chatted and walked with other people on every street, the flowers within the parks bloomed beautifully beneath the sunlight and the many shops thrived with customers.But within one of the many carriages that were travelling through the city's many streets, two men of science; one lanky and one chubby, were returning home from picking up a new exotic flower for their extravagent and fascinating collection, the flower now potted and caged in the thin man's lap.The trotting of the horse's hooves against the cobblestone road and the loud snapping of the driver's whip filled the carriage, as the men watched the houses and people pass them by before their very eyes, until the carriage finally came to a hault before a large building. The Society For Arcane Sciences!"You've really got to wonder how this place is still standing with how much money is needed to keep it alive, Bird!" The thin man cheekilycommented, as he carefully passed the caged flower to his friend and got out of the carriage, a cheerful smirk upon his face while the coat tails of his dark coat swayed in the gentle breeze of spring."Isn't it obvious? The good doctor kindly charms the money out of people's pockets, Archer!" Bird jokingly retorted, a hearty laugh escaping him. The bigger man then carefully handed the caged flower back over to Archer and stepped out of of the carriage.They had worked hard to obtain such a fresh specimen.Archer quietly held the flower's cage in his hands as he and Bird stared up in honest at The Society, their eyes wandering over the exterior of their large home.White coloured The Society's walls, while many windows, some
of which were covered by soft curtains, decorated the front of the building. At the top of the building, a number of chimneys were puffing out smoke around the red, blue and white flag which swayed proudly in the winds. But if you looked behind the smoke and the union jack, you would behold the insanity in the back. The massive telescope and the other strange pieces of The Society's behind were quite the contrast to the building's front. And to finish the entire place off, The Society For Arcane Sciences' symbol stood; winged and golden, above and in front of the large front double doors of the building.It was truly a magnificent sight to behold.And after a moment of admiring their home, the two men finally entered, Bird pushing the doors apart so that his friend could enter without accidently dropping their precious plant, revealing the long and beautifully lit main hall.They quietly walked down the scientific and macabre hall, eyes darting over the insane items that had been collected by their fellow scientists and put on display beside the crimson carpet, along with the gigantic prehistoric skeleton hanging above them with a fond expression upon their faces.But as they approached the stairs at the end of the hall, intent on heading straight to their quarters to begin testing and experimenting upon the plant, a number of their fellow scientists rushed over to greet Archer and Bird with happy smiles upon their faces and curious questions upon their tongues."What's the name of this plant?""What are you planning to use it for?""May I borrow some of its petals for my own research?"Such questions were thrown at the two men at rapid speeds, yet even though they attempted to answer them, the ruckus caused by their arrival had grabbed the attention of another. A man of great importance to The Society.The double doors at the top of the stairs were thrown open, grabbing everyones' attention as a dark office and a tall brunette were revealed to them, who stepped outside of the room with his hands behind his back and a curious and soft expression upon his pale face."What's going on out here?" The tall bruntte questioned in a soft and cheerful voice, his sparkling ruby eyes looking over them all."I'm sorry we disturbed your work, Dr Jekyll, but it seems our return gained the attention of some of our fellow scientists." Bird calmly apologised, smiling a cheerful smile up at the tall brunette as he spoke.Meanwhile, the good doctor quietly walked down the stairs and over to the small crowd of lodgers, who quickly stepped aside as Jekyll approached the two men, until his ruby eyes finally landed upon the mysterious and precious flower in Archer's hands; tilting his head slightly and pointing a single elegant finger at said flower."I presume that this is what you are all so curious about?" Dr Jekyll calmly questioned, his eyes wandering from the flower's plain pot, up the dark green stem and then to the beautiful black and yellow petals that circled around the center three times.All of the curious lodgers quietly nodded."We were trying to explain to them what it was, but they just kept asking us questions faster than we could answer them." Archer explained to the good doctor, though his tone showed no ill will towards his fellow lodgers.Dr Jekyll looked at Archer, and then at Bird, before taking two steps away from them."Well now, Mr Archer, Mr Bird, now that everyone is quiet, please do explain to us what you have brought back with you." The good doctor softly encouraged, smiling a gentlemanly smile at the two men, as the thinner of the two men quietly nodded, stepped forward and began his explaination."Well me and Bird had this rare flower shipped in from Japan. Pretty expensive, I know, but it was bloody worth it to get a plant like this. They call this treasure..."Archer lifted the cage up higher in his hands, allowing the lodgers and Dr Jekyll to get a better look at the potted plant, some of them stepping closer to take a peak through the strong bars of the cage."...a Hanahaki Flower. There's a bunch of tales about what it can do to people. Bird and I heard about all of this, and we couldn't help but get our hands on one of these beauties to add to the collection." Archer finished, smirking proudly, while the other lodgers and Dr Jekyll stared in amazement at the mysterious flower.Everyone continued to stare in awe at the flower for a minute longer, before Archer and Bird finally bid everyone goodbye, quietly walked up the stairs and then entered their botanical quarters. The other lodgers returned to their own quarters not long after that; muttering and gossiping with each other, while Dr Jekyll quietly watched them leave beneath the skeletal giant hanging above him.Silence fell upon the main hall, as Dr Jekyll smiled at those he had helped, before he turned around and walked back up the few stairs leading upto the double doors of his office.But as he approached his office...a familiar voice spoke."What a fascinating flower~ I wonder if yours truly could somehow get a better look at it~"Suddenly his shadow began to morph and twist, before splitting apart on the stairs, the good doctor groaning and rolling his eyes at the voice's words, before he quietly walked into his dark and lonely office and closed the doors behind him."You're not going near that flower, Hyde." The good doctor sternly retorted as he sat down in his comfortable chair behind his paper and book covered desk. He could have sworn that the name had rang a bell somewhere deep inside his mind, yet he couldn't for the life of him remember from where he had first heard itMeanwhile, a strange shadow; grinning and chuckling, rushed across the floor of the good doctor's office and over to the fancy mirror next to Dr Jekyll's desk, and after silently peaking it's head out of the floor, the shadow ducked back into the floor and then leaped into the mirror. The glass rippled and swayed like water around it's short form until the shadow was out of sight and inside the mirror.And a moment later, a short figure slowly faded into the mirror; messy blonde hair, piercing emerald eyes and pale skin like marble, who was dressed up in a green and fancy attire identical to that which was on Dr Jekyll's taller form."Oh come on, Henry, it's just a flower~ A very beautiful flower, but a flower none the less~" Hyde purred out, a wide grin stretching his lips as he looked at the good doctor from the cage of a mirror that he resided within."I mean what could possibly go wrong~?""Hyde you know my answer, and my answer is no. Just forget that flower and allow me to continue my work." Henry firmly retorted through gritted teeth, before he continued on with the work he had left upon his desk.But at the unwanted answer, the madman pouted in irritation. His emerald eyes narrowed and fixed upon the good doctor's form; wandering up and wandering down, as if to amuse himself with Henry's beautiful body, yet after a moment, an idea suddenly popped into Hyde's mind. His face softened and the grin upon his lips slowly morphed into a warm smile, before he quietly stepped out of the mirror and floated over and around Henry.His pale skin glowed white, while the madman's ethereal form glowed several shades of green, the wisps at the end of his body trailing behind him and encircling Henry until Hyde was all that the good doctor saw."Alright Henry. I promise I won't go anywhere near that flower and I won't talk about it anymore." Hyde softly uttered to the good doctor, who quietly raised his head and stared at the madman with a sceptical look and an eyebrow raised upon his handsome face."Really?" He bluntly questioned."Yes Henry. I'll avoid that flower like the plague if it kills us."The moon had finally risen above the city of London; glowing white and whole, as most of the lodgers residing inside The Society were now in peaceful slumber. It seemed so very quiet within the building, at least when compared to that of the madness that played out during the day, though of course, not everyone would get a peaceful night's sleep.An eerie green glow illuminated Dr Jekyll's desk as he held up a glass vial to his face and stared intently at it's familiar contents; smoke oozing from the top and bubbles forming and popping at the surface of his sinful concoction, while an unreadable expression painted his tired and pale face."Come on, doctor, it isn't going to drink itself~" The madman purred to the good doctor, as he waited with devilish anticipation for the inevitable transformation to take both him and Dr Jekyll by the throat.Letting out a resigned sigh, and with his ruby eyes and the small bags beneath them illuminated by the glowing formula, Henry gave Hyde one final glance from the corners of his eyes. The doctor's earlier warning about the flower shined in his eyes in that moment, forcing the madman to silently raise his hands up in defense.And then finally, the doctor quietly consumed the formula, letting it burn his throat as Hyde watched on with an excited grin.His time to shine had finally arrived!Familiar fires ignited by the concoction filled the two halves, before something stronger than gravity yanked them apart and then meshed them together; breaking them, combining them and then once again pulling the two halves apart from each other, both of them writhing, screaming and sobbing in agony as the transformation reaped through them.But after suffering through what felt like death...the two halves finally swapped places.Panting heavily and opening his eyes, Hyde was now sitting upon his knees as the formula streamed like tears from his eyes and oozed like spit from his slightly parted and grin covered lips, while the doctor now stood and watched Hyde from within the mirror; ruby eyes staring from the corners and his soft lips stretched into a small frown.Sometimes the agony the madman suffered through whenever they transformed was difficult to witness for Henry, though of course, the good doctor kept quiet about such thoughts. And besides, Hyde probably didn't feel the same way when he watched the good doctor suffer through the same agony.And after his lungs were filled back up with sweet air, the formula now staining the carpet beneath him, the madman stood up and ran over to their shared closet; plucking out his black and green clothes, changing into them and then throwing Henry's inside the closet. It was all done with familiarity and energy that the doctor had not failed to notice as he stole glances at Hyde while he dressed himself.He looked himself up and down twice, felt that he was properly dressed for the occassion, and then sneaked out of the doctor's office; heart racing with excitement and his lips stretched from ear to ear in a grin...only to then turn right towards the single door leading into Archer and Bird's botanical lab."Hyde what on Earth are you doing? Go outside now!" Henry hastily snapped, panic and anger thick in his voice, as he rushed across the wall and stood in front of the door; blocking the way and standing his ground.There was no way he could allow the madman to get near that--!But Hyde just ignored his prescence, slowly opened the door and then snook inside Archer and Bird's quarters.The main light was turned off, the two men's exotic plants silent beneath their partly dimmed spotlights, while the lodgers slept peacefully in their big bunk beds on the far right of their garden quarters. Hyde slowly and carefully closed behind himself, his eyes wandering from plant to plant in search of the mysterious flower which had so easily peaked the madman's curiousity.He could have sworn that the flower was familiar and he was certain that Henry felt the same on the subject."Hyde leave this room now! I'm warning you!"He wanted to know what it was and he would be damned if Henry was going to stop him!"You need to get out of there now, Hyde!"The madman's eyes searched and searched and searched, trying to lock upon the flower as he slowly and sneakily moved further and further into the room, while Henry's panicked voice grew louder and louder, filling his mind with warnings and with pleads, yet Hyde continued to ignore them over and over again.But then finally...Hyde saw what he seeked.There upon the wooden desk, still trapped inside it's cage and watched under a dim light of it's own was the Hanahaki Flower, it's many small black and yellow petals repeatedly encircling around the center, as Hyde stared in awe at the mysterious flower and then quietly creeped over to Archer and Bird's desk."Hyde stop this! Get away from that flower!"But the madman drew closer and was soon standing in front of the caged flower; silent and curious, the thin metal bars the only thing remaining between Hyde and the flower.He couldn't help but frown at the state the flower was in; trapped and alone. It so easily pulled at his heart, pity filling Hyde's emerald eyes as he stared sadly at the beautiful Hanahaki Flower.In a way they were the same."Edward please! You've seen the flower, now get out of there!"But Hyde refused to listen to the doctor. What could a flower possibly do to him? He quietly reached out with one hand and pulled the cage's door aside to peer inside at the flower, even as Henry desperately tried to regain control of their body and pull them away, fear clenching around his heart.But it was already too late to stop Hyde."Such an interesting--"Every happened so fast after that.The flower blasted it's vile pollen into Hyde's pale face, his mouth and nose suddenly filled wtih the virus as he let out a loud gasp of shock as he hastily backed away from the desk; coughing and coughing, trying to rid himself of the accursed pollen as his emerald eyes tried to glare daggers at the flower when all he could see was a blurry mix of black, yellow and brown.But within seconds things only grew worse, as his stomach was pierced by a sudden and overwhelming agony, forcing the poor madman to his knees as he clutched at his stomach with trembling hands; tears in his eyes and his teeth digging into his lower lip, yet before he could say or do anything Hyde was forced to violently wretch, his vision growing blurrier and his head growing lighter."Oh god! Edward! Edward breathe! Breathe for me! Please!"He couldn't breathe! He so desperately wanted to breathe but he couldn't stop vomitting and vomitting! He was being squeezed and squeezed until there was nothing left of him to take!All he could see was an unending red, black and yellow dotted across his vision as he continued to wretch all over the floor, the lights suddenly flashing across his vision as new voices filled his ears, yet before he could realise what was happening around him...unconsciousness finally had the poor blonde in it's vicious and agonising clutches.The only thing he could make in his final moments of consciousness was Henry uttering a single word; concern and fear filling his voice to the brim."Edward!!!" To Be Continued...Yes readers, I have once again put my favourite boy in a horrible situation for your entertainment. I do hope that I didn't give too many people a heart attack over that cliffhanger.Remember to leave your thoughts and feedback in the comment section down below, before you go, and stay tuned for part two of Blood and Petals! X3BYE! BYE!#The Glass Scientists#Edward Hyde#Henry Jekyll#Drama#Hurt/Comfort#Fanfiction
rbdecepticon17Reblogged fullychaoticpatroldeitydoqFollowLove, Simon (2018) perfectly displays the difference between a manipulative public proposal and a sweet grand romantic gesture in the best way possible. Martin, when trying to ask a girl out, publicly humiliates her by pressuring her to say yes to him in front of a huge crowd of people and putting her in the spotlight, making her visibly uncomfortable. When Simon makes the gesture to Blue, it gives “Blue” the opportunity to back out and not show his face, therefore making Simon the only subject of ridicule if the situation goes wrong, showing his dedication and his love for Blue in that he is willing to undergo EVEN MORE humiliation to find him. This, among other parts of the movie, clearly outlines the fact that homosexual people have perfected romance to a degree that straight people have not found. In this essay I will -gaysbashbackop where’s the rest of itela-bosakthe straights kidnapped him because he was onto their secretsdeitydoqI’m still here bitch the straights can’t silence meela-bosakthen finish your essay, or you fail this class
rbdecepticon17aqosjdn-deactivated20180905 asked:I feel so silly right now. I actually ran into one of your Dante/Nero fics earlier today and realized you’re the same author on here. xD But great job on “Our Fates Rest Within Dreams!” I’m on chapter five atm. Awwwh, i’m so happy to hear that you’ve discovered my work, Devil-Buster. I can assure you that Our Fates Rest Within Dreams will be completed, and I hope that you will enjoy the ride. X3-From RB. X3
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rbdecepticon17Caught White HandedHello everybody! X3It feels good to be getting fics out more frequently now, though I imagine that it won't last long. But hopefully, my lovely readers will enjoy the new content i'll be uploading this year. X3Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or settings shown in this fic, for they belong to Sabrina Contugno, while Jekyll and Hyde is owned by Robert Louis Stevenson.Warning: Some minor sexual content is in this fic. Also comedy is subjective, so you'll either enjoy this fic or you won't. You have been warned.ENJOY!(Rachel's POV)That poor poor man.I wonder why he had been out in the cold at this time of the year, when snow had covered the city in a white blanket, without wearing lots and lots of clothes to protect his body. It would have practically been a death wish to anyone who hadn't bothered or forgotten to wear a coat or scarf.Maybe he had just needed a little time away from The Society, and had simply lost track of time while taking in the beautiful scenary of London in the winter time.It was the middle of a cold but sunny day in December as that thought came across my mind. I was inside the warm kitchen of The Society, working on some delicious tomato soup for the previously mentioned man, as I stirred the warm and crimson meal in a pot, humming a happy tune to myself as I did so, as the smell of the soup filled my nose and warmed my body.I just hoped that the soup would make the sick lodger feel just the tiniest bit better than he had been before.And after a little while, I scooped up some of the tomato soup into a bowl, and while I was still wearing my kitchen gloves to block out the heat, which was now radiating from the bowl, I placed a spoon into said soup filled bowl. I then grabbed the bowl with both of my gloved covered hands, and holding it steady so as not to spill any of the soup, I carefully skipped off out of the kitchen as the door slowly swung closed behind me, a happy smile upon my face as I walked away.The place was pretty quiet...for once.No explosions or fires, no shouting and bickering, and no bizzarre creatures reaping havoc through the corridors and no--"Oh god~! Hyde~! That's feels~! Oh~! So good~!"I hastily turned around to look up at the doors of Dr Jekyll's office; my attention gained, my eyes wide and my mouth agape, at the slightly muffled words and sounds that were coming from his office. I felt a heated blush covering my face, as more sounds and words escaped through the doors and reached my ears.My curiousity had instantly been peaked.I imagined that Dr Jekyll wouldn't have been alright with me entering his office while he was...really really busy. Then again, it would have been pretty funny to catch the doctor in the act, and to prove to the others that my theory had been correct all along.And after a minute longer, and with the strange sounds still coming from Dr Jekyll's office, I finally decided to investigate, as I placed the hot bowl down upon the clean floor of the main hall, before sneakily and quietly walking over to the stairs between me and the doors to Henry's office, then up said stairs and to said doors.As quietly as possible, I pressed my ear to the doctor's door, and then listened closely to the sounds and words coming from the other side, all of it clearer to me than they had been before.The more I heard, the more I couldn't help but let a cheeky smirk stretch across my face.And after a moment longer of listening in on what the doctor was saying, I finally stood up straight, took a deep and quiet breath, gathered up all of the courage and bravery I had within me, and then quickly pushed the doors open, the warm light of the main hall pushing it's way into the doctor's quarters as my eyes quickly found Dr Jekyll's form, just as a shaky scream escaped him.I stared at the doctor until he had finally stopped screaming, at which point his kind red eyes quickly found me, a loud yelp escaping him as he hastily and suspiciously removed his hands out from underneath his desk. He stared at me, his eyes wide and his face burning up with an extremely visible blush, while I stared back at him with my own eyes wide and my jaw hanging low in pure disbelief.He had just been touching himself while thinking about Hyde!"I-I swear to you, R-Rachel, this is not w-what it looks like! I-I wasn't doing anything s-suggestive!" Dr Jekyll shakily and hastily shouted, voice high pitched and filled with panic, yet seconds after those words came out of his mouth, his entire face had for some reason grown ten shades darker than it had just been."Dr Jekyll I--""I-I swear upon my very l-life that I wasn't thinking about H-Hyde! I-I'm--!""Henry can you please shut up for one second!" I hastily snapped at him, my small and gloved hands clenched tightly at my sides as I glared at him. Hopefully that would get him to stay quiet so that I could actually talk to him.He instantly closed his mouth, his head hung low in what I could only guess to be shame, as he quietly buttoned up his white shirt and then his over shirt. And after taking a deep breath or two, and with my expression now softened, I spoke up again."It's okay, Dr Jekyll. I'm not gonna tell anyone about what you were doing." I softly reassured him, a warm smile on my face, while I watched his expression, waiting for it to change. I could just see a small smile stretching across his lips, yet his red eyes were still fixed upon his lap. The doctor had always gotten flustered when he had overheard me and any of the lodgers talking about sex...especially when he and Hyde were mentioned alongside it.Silence filled Henry's office, as he seemed to be thinking about something, yet I wasn't sure what he was thinking about...though I could have sworn that an unheard conversation had flashed across his face in the silence.And after a couple of minutes, the doctor raised his head and looked up at me, a flustered but gentle expression on his face."I'm guessing that you heard me, Rachel. I had tried my best to keep quiet...but it was a little harder than it had first appeared to be." Henry explained to me, the blush upon his face never seeming to want to leave, yet I was no better, since my cheeks were still burning with a blush of their own.A single question kept crossing my mind."AreyouandHydebeddingeachother?" I suddenly and quickly blurted out, before I covered my mouth seconds after the words had already escaped me...even though I knew that I couldn't take the words back.His eyes instantly widened in shock, his face as red as the tomato soup that I had previously crafted. The both of us then stared at each other in silence, yet a second or two later, Dr Jekyll lowered his head in embarressment and quietly stared down at his lap. "I'm really really sorry, Henry! I didn't mean to let that--!""Yes."Silence once again fell over Dr Jekyll's office, as that single word ran through my mind one, two, three times, until it finally clicked inside my mind.Henry and Hyde...were together.Dr Jekyll...and Mr Hyde...were together!They were together!!Without another thought, I quickly ran over to the doctor's desk; my eyes bright with curiosity and my heart fluttering with joy in my chest, while Dr Jekyll visibly jumped within his chair as I approached him."I knew it! I knew that something was up! Oh you have to give me all of the gossip you can, Henry!" I happily exclaimed, hands flat upon his desk as I leaned over said desk and looked him in the eyes."How long have you been together?""How did you reveal your feelings to each other?""What do you really think of--?""Alright alright alright, one question at a time, Rachel. But remember, anything that happened or was said must never leave my office." Henry explained to me, his tone serious and firm, while a defeated expression painted his face and his cheeks were covered by a dark blush."Of course, Henry. You and Hyde's secret will be safe with me."At my words I could have sworn that I saw instant regret flash through the doctor's eyes...but maybe I had just been seeing things.Hour after hour passed until night time fell over The Society, the cold english weather held back by the brick walls and the windows of the kitchen as I wiped down the tables and sides with a wet towel, while I cheerfully hummed a childhood tune to myself.Not long after my surprise visit to Dr Jekyll's office, I had finally delivered the soup-- well actually it was a new bowl of soup-- to that poor man...but it seemed that he was already getting better when I showed up. He still thanked me and took the soup though, so at least my time wasn't wasted.I mean feeding everyone in The Society and making sure no one goes hungry is pretty difficult, so anytime taken away and wasted isn't good for--"Surprise!"Almost jumping out of my skin, I quickly turned around; a frown on my lips, an eyebrow raised, my eyes narrowed and my arms folded over my chest, as I stared up at Hyde. His green eyes were shining with mischief and a wide and familiar grin was stretching his lips.Just like every other time he came to my kitchen, he was here to mess around. But Hyde could be good company...sometimes."You know, this whole trying to be scary stick stops working after the twentieth time you've done it, Hyde." I bluntly explained to him, as if I was talking to a child who kept doing the same prank over and over again. Honestly it wasn't too far away from the truth.Hyde let out an amused chuckle, before he hopped onto the kitchen table, plucked an orange from the orange bowl and then began to roughly tear away the skin to reach the slices inside, while his clothed behind was...resting upon the table which I had just been cleaning!'Now i'm going to have to clean that space up again! Thanks Hyde!'"Why have you come here this time, Hyde?" I curiously asked, dropping the towel onto the table and walking into his line of view. Hyde seemed to ponder over what to say to me in answer to my question, as he chewed on a mouthful of orange slices; his green eyes still shining with a mischievous gleam and his grin widening at my question.And then after a moment, he swallowed the slices and stared down at me."Henry told me about what happened earlier today, Rachel~ You really should have been there, he was so utterly embaressed when he said that you had caught him jerking off to the thought of yours truly~!" Hyde explained to me; amused and chuckling, at the memory that he was speaking to me about.Now I really couldn't have helped but be a little curious about this, even as a bright, warm and familiar blush came to my face. I wondered if Dr Jekyll had told Hyde that I knew about what was going on between them."And why are you telling me this? I already know about what happened, I was there, remember?" I quickly questioned, my hands resting upon my hips as I stared at Hyde with a curious gaze.There must have been more to his visit than just telling me that!Hyde chuckled, before he swallowed the last slices of the orange that were in his mouth and hopped off of the table. He then strutted over to me until he was within my personal space, meeting my curious gaze with his mischievous one as I quietly looked up at him."I'll tell you, but it has to be for your ears only, Rachel~"I nodded my head without a second thought, before he brought his lips to my ear...and then began to whisper.At first I stood still; listening intently to what Hyde had to say.But it didn't take very long for my eyes to slowly widen in shock, a dark blush creeping up my neck and across my cheeks, until my entire face and neck were consumed by heat.I couldn't believe what I was hearing!Now I was starting to understand how Dr Jekyll had felt earlier that day!"Have a good night, Rachel! Farewell!" Hyde innocently shouted to me, giggling, as he was now suddenly walking over to the kitchen doors and waving his hand back at me.Was he really going to leave after telling me that?! I couldn't believe it!But I said nothing and did nothing, as I stood frozen to the spot; blushing and blinking.And as he walked out of the kitchen, laughing and cackling in pure amusement...a single thought crossed my mind over and over again.'I walked in on Hyde giving Dr Jekyll a blowjob?!' The EndI hope that at least some of my lovely readers have enjoyed this little fic, and that you all got a chuckle or two out of this.And remember, don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comment box below, before you go! X3BYE! BYE!#Rachel Pidgey#Henry Jekyll#Edward Hyde#Jekyde#Comedy
rbdecepticon17Reblogged neonbeastslabambinafantasma-deactivated20If you’re European, in a couple of weeks you will be denied any and all access to fandom contents on Tumblr and everywhere else on the internet. Here’s why.On June, 20th the JURI of European Parliament approved of the articles 11 and 13 of the new Copyright Law. These articles are also known as the “Link Tax” and the “Censorship Machines” articles. Articles 13 in particular forces every internet platform to filter all the contents we upload online, ending once and for all the fandom culture. Which means you won’t be able to upload any type of fandom works like fan arts, fan fictions, gif sets from your favourite films and series, edits, because it’s all copyrighted material. And you won’t also be able to share, enjoy or download other’s contents, because the use of links will be completely restricted. But not everything’s lost yet. There’s another round of voting scheduled for the early days of July.What you can do now to save our internet, is to share these informations with all of your family members and friends, and to ask to your MEP (the members of the European Parliament from your country) to vote NO at the next round, to vote against articles 11 and 13.Here you can find more news and all the details to contact your MEP:https://saveyourinternet.euAlso, sign and share this petition: https://www.change.org/p/european-parliament-stop-the-censorship-machinery-save-the-internet?recruiter=50668942&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=psf_combo_share_initialWe have just a couple of weeks to stop this complete madness, don’t let them dictating the way we enjoy our internet.#SaveYourInternet now!theconqueerorIt’s funny how y'all will reblog any and all US things but when whole Europe might lose access to internet then everything is quiet.effelantsHey, guys! It’s me, your friendly neighborhood law student!I am seeing this circling my dashboard (yet again) and I would like to say a few things about it. Once again, as I have stated before when I’ve weighed in on something, I am not a lawyer (yet). But, that being said…Please stop being sensationalist. There are many legitimate criticisms of this directive, but these are not the criticisms I am seeing being spread around. Instead, what’s being spread around amounts to fearmongering. I don’t blame you for doing so - the vast majority of this is being started by the people this will hit hardest, AKA big corporate giants such as Google, Amazon and Microsoft. They have the kind of press pull that very easily leads to this kind of panic. So, for any of my followers having anxiety about this, let me soothe your worries and address them point by point.1. “This will destroy the internet in two weeks”No, no, it won’t. This is a directive, meaning (unlike, say, the the last thing to bring my work onto my tumblr, the fucking GDPR) that it leaves the goals of the directive open to somewhat free implementation by member states, as long as the basic goals of the directive are met on time. As such, it will be years before we actually see any binding legislation as a result of this directive, and how member states choose to implement it will vary on the state in question.2. “Article 11 will completely restrict the use of links”Article 11, AKA what is being referred to as the link tax, essentially implements what we call the ancillary copyright of press publishers. This right gives press publishers the right to demand compensation when snippets of their content are displayed on other web pages. So, essentially, this is an article almost directly designed to bop Google (who currently holds the kind of leading market position that the EU sees as incredibly problematic because it kind of goes against everything the EU stands for) on the nose. This would force Google (and, with it, other companies) to compensate the writers of articles that are mirrored to their sites in a truncated form, often leading to less traffic to the actual site in question and thus the mirroring site gaining the revenue that would otherwise be due to the writer of the article.Now - there are legitimate criticisms of this, which mostly hinge on the fact that forcing people to pay the content creator for content they are using may lead some people to stop using that content. Personally, I think it’s better for people to receive compensation for their work, even if it comes at the cost of less sharing of the work. You are allowed to disagree. The most legitimate form of criticism of this article, in my humble opinion, is that it may lead to a picking and choosing of what content to share and what not to. The thing is - is this not something that is being done already? What does this article add to that other than to make sure that if you do choose to share someone else’s work, that other party gets compensated accordingly?3. “Article 13 will destroy fandom culture”No, no, it won’t. The vast majority of fandom culture falls under what US law refers to as fair use and most European national laws (which, in the case of EU countries, are harmonized according to the European Union Copyright Directive) refer to as private use. Article 13 in and of itself does not change the allowances made for private use of media in derivative works already. It merely mandates that companies must take effective measures to stop the users of their services from sharing media that infringes on copyright.Again, I am in the boring camp of agreeing with the EU - I believe it is better for people to be compensated for their work. If the way we are currently using media in fandom is infringing on copyright, then I think we should stop using it that way. You are entirely welcome to disagree with me on this. Notice how the wording of the article constantly emphasizes how measures taken must be appropriate and proportionate. How the the content recognition technology is mentioned as an example of effective measures that could be taken to stop the uploading and sharing of copyrighted works, not as the only way of doing so. Notice how the entire third paragraph of this article deals with best practices and appropriate and proportionate technology which takes into account the availability and effectiveness of technology - so, essentially, if it sucks and flags too many things as infringing on copyright, it should not be used because it is not appropriate, proportionate or effective. And that’s right there in the directive.And, yet again, there are legitimate criticisms of this article, including the one mentioned in the OP I am replying to regarding the limitations of sharing copyrighted material on, say, Youtube. That’s true - but you haven’t been allowed to upload full films onto Youtube as is, have you? Videos with copyrighted music in the background have been muted or deleted, as well. The most legitimate criticism I’ve seen is that these automatic copyright infringement flagging algorithms are generally overzealous, and this could lead to over-censoring of content that would actually fall under fair use/personal use/whatever you want to call it. That’s true, very true - but the article doesn’t require countries to enforce algorithms being used if they don’t work as they should. See above paragraph.So, in conclusion: yes, this directive could stand to be worded better. Yes, it may technically lead to the kinds of doomsday scenarios people are imagining - but I really don’t think it will. In fact, I doubt you’ll notice much difference when (in a few years) these laws actually start getting implemented. Notice how no one has heard about the GDPR for like three weeks now, even though we’re living in that supposedly apocalyptic post-GDPR world? (I say, bitterly, as I wade through piles of GDPR every day at work… :D)Still don’t like the directive proposal? That’s totally fine. By all means, call up your MEP, take a stand! Now, you’re doing it for the right reasons.Articles cited retrieved from https://eur-lex.europa.eu/legal-content/EN/TXT/?uri=CELEX%3A52016PC0593 on 21.06.18 at around 10AM GMT.catifexphew @effelants thank you I am so glad I follow you
rbdecepticon17Reblogged sarcastic-fandomtastic-dragontransisstorFollowReblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.emouelGIF by ba1n3s#Yes!#Hells yes!#Definetly yes!#100% YEEEEEEESSS!!!!!
rbdecepticon17Reblogged artsyallouettewales-are-gayFollowhomophobes are not allowed to use computers because the inventor of the computer was gaywritingandnerdshitPeople think this is just a joke but Alan Turing was the inventor of the computer and his sexuality was illegal in his time (which was not even 100 years ago) and he was arrested. They put him on drugs that destroyed his genius brain and committed suicide a year after being covicted. He was gay and a war hero as well. He helped to break enigma which was a German code that they put all their messages through. He shorted WWII by two years and saved so many lives in the process.anticritical-lapisFriendly reminder that if not for Alan Turing you wouldn’t be reading this post and we might be ruled by the nazisaddyctedThe Alan Turing statue on my campus
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rbdecepticon17Reblogged morgan-mollinieredededdddddFollowYou bored, or feeling artsy but don’t have any inspiration...? *updated!*Do you need to distract yourself? Or are you simply bored? Here are some great websites to make the time pass.
create pixel artAwesome photo editor and art program, all free…!Totally free transparent texturesmake a cute chibidraw some cool generative artbe a graffiti creatorcreate a picassohead (you don’t need to be a picasso to do so)paint onlineanother awsome site to create pixel art onand another onecreate your own mandalaor color onecreate an avataror you can try creating your own superherohere you can interact with organisms in different environments to see how to music changeshere’s a website that translates the time into hexidecimal colours,Here is a website where you can travel along a 3D line into the infinite unkownhere is a website where you can listen to rain with or without music Need a model in a certain pose for drawing? hereWant to build your own planethere is a website where you can create your own galaxiesmake your own pattern (very useful if you need a new background)create next hit comicmake a city which looks like something from 90′s gamesdraw a mandala like designjig saw puzzlesmore jig saw puzzles to solvecreate a stunning HTML5 animation - no coding!make a moviecreate and dress up dollsplay a pianoyou can also play a guitarcreate soundsanother sound creatorcreate a logodesign your dream homesketch roomsexplore fashion trends and create your own setsbuild a websitetry this app for building a websiteOr maybe start learning how to code!design your own t-shirt or a beanie or sweatpants and order themdesign your own phone casepretend to be a graphic designer with this cool online toolMake your own Glitch artHere’s another glitch art makerAnd another!Holy hell, here’s a third!make an image look like it was created by a commodore 64freaking cool text generator!Easy to use word processorMake up really cool patterns or run your photos through it :)Write an essay on anything with no hassleWanna see how something you write would look like if it was on JacksFilms YGS((Your Grammar Sucks videos on YouTube))?Make pictures out of textASCII word generatorNeed an idea for some fanart-here :DStill haven’t found something that would float your boat? Try these:watch a documentarylearn to codedo something yourselfworkout with the help of this great youtube channelslearn thingsplay pokemon or zelda or other awesome old school gameswaste your time on miniclipplay games at additing gamesor try games at agamecalm your thoughtsthe quiet placeit will be okayvent or listen to someonepour out your soulexplore the skylook at art from around the worldvirtually visit museum of iraqexplore world with aroundercreate a music playlistlist through rare booksscroll useful science websitecreate sand artbrain gamestry out tastekid and discover new favorite band or movie or bookinteractive 3D anatomyrandom street viewpost a secretcreate a family treefind our what’s the difference between x and yhelp scientists and become volunteer researchercreate your own fontread a classic short storyIn the mood to read, but not sure exactly what book to go for?scribble on mapslisten to lettersplay with acrobotslisten to podcastsmake a bucket listEver want to see the most truly useless websites in creation?Prank a friend with this blue screen of death!Zone out watching the colors drip downMaybe none of these peeked your interest-maybe you’ve been wanting to create an o.c, but never really knew how to start-or you just enjoy making O.C’s….This masterlist is to help you in making your own OCs….it can also apply to developing RP characters i suppose! (´ヮ`)!How to Write Better OCs:basic tips on how to make your oc even bettertragic backstory? learn how to write one/make yours greatwriting specific charactersa wordier, great guide on how to develop your characterkick out those vague descriptions and make them AWESOMECharacter Development:how to actually make an OCQ&A (to develop characters)more Q&Asgiving your character a backstoryhow to write an attractive characterNeed an Appearance idea?Humanoid generator? checkHere’s another oneand maybe if you didn’t like those this’ll workNeed Monsterpeople? 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Mary Sue/Gary StuTest to see if your character is a SueExplains subdivisions of Sues/StusPowerful Characters Don’t Have to Be SuesVillainsvillain generatorneed an evil sounding name for your evil character? bamvillain archetypeswhat’s your villain’s motive for being a villain?Relationshipscharacter perceptions (What your character thinks of themselves and what others think of them) how to write strong relationships between two characters8 ways to write better characters and develop their relationships with othersOCxLove Interest Handbook develop your couple with good ol’ Q&A!how to write realistic relationshipshow to write relatives for your characters (this is more OC related to a canon character, but will help in writing family members in general) ARCHETYPES12 common archetypes8 archetypes for male/female charactersfemale archetypes (goes pretty indepth from two main categories)a list of archetypesNAMEShow to name your characterrandom name generatormost common surnamessurnames by ethnicityAPPEARANCEtips for better designbasic appearance generatorpinterest board for character design (includes NSFW and images of skeletons/exposed muscle (?) so tread carefully!)clothing ref masterpostClothing generatorAnother clothing generatorMore clothing generatorAaaand even moreSteam punk clothingChar Style preferenceDress GeneratorDETAILSgive your character better powersa list of professionsproactive vs reactive characterspositive and negative traitsinterest generatorskills generatormotivation generator123 ideas for character flawslist of phobiasOh shit someone diedBackgrounds and stuff? yepQuirksPersonality. you need that shitNeed something fandom related?City generator hell yeahlocation? got yaWorld-building?make your own god damn lawsLandscape.Need Item names?Fantasy/sci-fi/etc. medicine namesStuff to make things more interesting.Weapons, clothes, treasures… whatever your characters need. Item & Artifact GeneratorsOther stuffs!Genre, Plot, & Story Prompt GeneratorsHow did your characters meet?Fanfic plots. you bet your ass. marksepticpleyeDUDESpixelatedmilkshakeYES THANK U KIND PERSON OMG
rbdecepticon17Reblogged rainy-days-and-cabbagejehovahhthicknessFollowStop dating abusive women 2018jessnesquikHardly any women are gonna reblog this tbh 🙃jehovahhthicknessA lot of women behave like this and think this ain’t abuse But let a nigga slap them, damage their clothes and pour a drink on them, all hell will break loose. EVERYONE CAN BE A VICTIM OF DOMESTIC ABUSE! darkskin-papiSPREAD THIS SHIT ASAP BECAUSE THIS AINT RT! No man should have to prove his worth to girl who ain’t shit like this one!
rbdecepticon17glasspaw asked:you’re an amazing writer, don’t ever stop making stuff GIF by audreylaine-nalleyAwwwwh shucks, i’m so happy that you enjoy my fics, ArcadeLights. X3
rbdecepticon17I AM IN NEED OF MORE THORKI CONTENTIf anyone who sees this creates Thorki fanart or Thorki fics or both, then like this post so I can give you all the love. X3(P.S: If there are any Thorki roleplayers who can play as Loki and are quite literate, please message me, because this newcomer would love to dive deeper into this ship. I can handle smut, violence and a number of kinks, though major deaths or depressing stories without happy endings is a no no for me. Also my knowledge of norse mythology is nearly non-existant. ^-^')#Thorki#Thor#Loki#New Ship#Marvel Cinematic Universe#Please no hate in the comment section over this ship. Please. ^-^'
rbdecepticon17The Mistakes That I Have Made (Response to The Villain I Have To Play)You started all this
Thinking that you could simply resist
Two weeks you're dismissed
While my mind is cleared of your mistYou do not deserve
What I worked and fought so hard to earn
And yes you will burn
For I never want you to returnA monster of hate
A mistake I made
Yet I will end your sinful crusade
With concoctions to force you awayThe flames that you brought upon this city were yours alone
Your innocent victims' bones creating your twisted throne
While the city's covered by gravestones
And the good you say you had's disownedWe started all of this madness and suffering
And now my mistakes have come back from slumbering
And the biggest mistake was foolish plundering
For thanks to them our ends are now thunderingDisclaimer: I do not own Jekyll and Hyde, for they belong to Robert Louis Stevenson. On the other hand, The Glass Scientists Comic belongs to the wonderful Sabrina Contugno.I hope you enjoyed this little sequel to the first poem I created for you all, and if you would like me to create poems for other characters from the comic, then please let me know.Please don't forget to leave your feedback in the comment box below, before you go! X3BYE! BYE! X3#Henry Jekyll#Edward Hyde#Poem#The Glass Scientists
rbdecepticon17Rebloggedrhtae-deactivated20231026hey uh? i dont really know if this is real but im? kinda both scared and disgusted rn? even if you’re not muslim if you could spread this? i dont know how many muslim followers i have but, please, stay safe?viataeplease spread this and please stay safe. beeblebrox-writesevery single one of my followers should reblog this. Keep your brothers and sisters safe.weirdseaotterDUDE WTH eternallyhungry-phanwhat the frick is this realeternallyhungry-phanaccording to the internet this is a real thing in the UK.thats messed up.stay safe strangesigilsI just looked it up and for real people are getting these letters all over the UK.Please be safe if youre muslim, if youre not muslim please look out for and protect the muslim people around you, theres some seriously sick people out there that may very well act on this.zdelta-xray-deltaWhat the actual fuck. Please stay safe everyone splend-42Rushed to snopes, hoping to find it’s a hoax - doesn’t seem to be, and it’s reported on The Independent and on Sky News and on The Guardian.Stay safe, everyone.melaninereineWooooooooooooooooooooow !!!!dutchlovergirl@meganwinchester1999 holy shit is this real meganwinchester1999Yeah it’s unfortunately real. #Spread the word and stay safe#I love you all and you are safe here on my blog
rbdecepticon17Stop lewding the scientists!!Said no one ever. XD#The Glass Scientists#Shipping#JekyllxHyde#HydexLanyon#JekyllxHydexLanyon#SinnettxLuckett#ArcherxGriffin#Miss LavenderxMissFlowers#Name your Glass Scientists/J+H ships! X3
