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horror-aesthete · 9 months
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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Miss Osbourne (Docteur Jekyll et les Femmes), 1981, dir. Walerian Borowczyk
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capricornsicle · 1 year
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Werewolf of London (1935) and Teen Wolf (TV 2011-2017)
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nervousbreadpuppy · 9 months
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cowards route: oh mr hyde sexually assaults woman because hes evil
warriors route: gay sex
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ghostsy · 4 months
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The Other
yandere ! ITADORI YUJI x READER x yandere ! SUKUNA
WARNINGS: yandere, misogyny, nsfw, implied noncon
A/N: A bit different than usual, less story and more imagine, I just had a Thought TM that wouldn't leave me alone.
read at your own discretion.
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What about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but it’s 19th century Gothic Yuji and Sukuna obsessing over their cute little lab assistant.
Where Yuji finds himself falling in love with the pretty little thing that turned up one night on his doorstep. How could a gentleman refuse a damsel in distress? She’d had nowhere to go, and a woman on the streets is a woman without dignity. He’d done her a favor taking her in, feeding her, clothing her, teaching her everything he knows. Well, almost everything. 
And it’s not that she’s not grateful, no, she’s always eager to please, pretty doe eyes blinking up at him with only the purest intentions of proving her worth. 
It’s when that voice in his head that he swears isn’t his starts to talk. 
Bend her over and spread her legs.
He’d had years of experience tuning the other inside of him out, and begrudgingly grew used to the snide remarks about the so-called useless pussy on legs. But it’s only when his more ignoble half begins to make suggestions with less than savory intentions that he finds himself wavering. He tries to reason that it isn’t him, not really. He can keep it under control. He always has. 
It’s the small things really, how she bites the tip of her pencil in concentration during his lectures, determined to be of some use to him. Pretty lips parted oh so delicately, hugging the tip to her teeth.
Let me out. I want to see that whore mouth painted white with my cum.
Or when she blinks dumbly at him from under butterfly lashes, a sheepish giggle and warmth on her cheeks because something he said went in one ear, through her ditzy little brain, and out the other.
Dumb little thing would sink down and suck our cock dry if we told her it was in the name of science, wouldn’t she? 
An involuntary twitch of his fingers sends his heart leaping to his throat.
Why don’t you find out?
He drowns it out until the cover of night shields him, locked inside his chambers before giving an inch to the monster. Stroking his cock to the image of her laid out naked and moaning beneath him, legs spread and welcoming. Where the thought of licking the sweat from the skin of her neck has him hurtling off that cliff, and into the resulting ocean of shame.
Little things build up, he finds, and even with her painfully female brain, she begins to notice something off. Though, he finds himself grateful when it isn’t disgust that meets him, but concern. Oh, bless women and their nurturing sensibilities.
She’ll fuss over him like a true lady, mothering but not smothering. Anything he needs to help soothe those pesky migraines. And he’ll finally realize an acceptable way to indulge in his impure thoughts. He’ll make the street urchin he turned lady his wife.
He ignores the rumbling of low laughter that rattles his brain at the thought, deep enough to shake something important but easily forgotten in his bones.
He’ll make all the appropriate preparations for a courtship, determined to woo her as a man would, as a man should. Dress her up, and take her on a promenade through the finest parts of town, introducing her to the finest people at the finest parties.
But he reasons that was his first mistake. Because when he watches her laugh, all airy and bright, intentionally tempting, entirely too close to that brooding dark-haired duke he liked to call brother, white hot fury spills into his veins. That distant familiar desire, heady in all its glory, bloodlust, is his only warning. And the other, who’d been quiet for quite some time, smugly returns. 
A whore is a whore no matter the clothes. You thought she’d choose you?
He’ll down glass after glass of scotch, determined to ignore it, but too focused on the brush of her delicate fingers alongside the Duke’s sleeve. There’s a look in his friend’s eye he’s never quite seen before; it’s soft, warm, and it’s all it takes for him to rush to the water closet and hurl up the contents of his stomach.
Pathetic. A man doesn’t wait to be chosen. A man takes what’s his. There’s only one between us. Let me out. 
A man takes what’s his. It’s a thought that settles too comfortably in his mind, and he resolves to keep her close. No more outings with those snobbish lords and ladies. Just to save her the embarrassment of exposing the unrefined nature of her peasant birth any more than she already had.
It’ll work for a time, but it’s just a little while later that his brother turned traitor starts turning up on the manor’s doorstep with his own intentions of courtship. Excuses of their preoccupation with scientific breakthroughs and studies only keep him at bay for so long.
I’ll do what you can’t. Let me out. 
He begins to wonder whether the beast had been wrong when he catches her wistful stares out the window, too conspicuously asking about the wellbeing of a man that isn’t him. A whore is a whore. When she comes back from town with the excuse of restocking food or supplies, why does she take longer and longer to return each time?
Let Me Out.
He’ll question why it isn’t enough. Why he isn’t enough. He isn’t, not if her attention still turned elsewhere. There’s a beating at the door of his mind that threatens to split at any moment. Finally, mercifully, she’ll relieve the struggle with two words.
He proposed. 
He proposed. He proposed. He proposed. He doesn’t hear anything after that, not as she sputters out empty placations and gratitude. Not when she solidifies her intentions of leaving him.
He just responds in kind with two earth-shattering words of his own.
Come out.
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books-and-ivy · 2 months
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Introducing the Jekyll Estate staff
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- Mrs. Jessica ‘Harpy’ Harpshire is Jekyll’s tightly wound and stiff-lipped housekeeper. Hired shortly after Poole, Mrs. Harpshire has been well acquainted with the Jekyll family since Henry’s boyhood. She has seen it all, and subsequently knows how to keep things in order… even without the presence of her beloved husband John. Deemed ‘the Harpy’ by Bradshaw, she is respected and feared by nearly all of the staff (Poole being the only exception).
- Mr. Steven Poole is the eldest and most tenured member of the staff. Poole has performed many roles within the house over his twenty years of service as head butler and valet to Dr. Jekyll and his father. Loyal to a fault, Poole will see to it that his master’s house and reputation is kept in perfect condition, come any trial that may arise.
- Mrs. Lillian Davies is Jekyll’s cook and head laundress. After severely injuring her leg in an east end wash house, Mrs. Davies found herself and her three children in desperate need for work and shelter. Enter Dr. Jekyll. When she is not in the kitchen preparing for lavish dinner parties or ensuring the master does not starve himself to death, Mrs. Davies spends her time instilling her values of hard work and integrity to her children.
- Mr. Niles Bradshaw serves as Jekyll’s footman and unofficial jester (much to everyone’s dismay). Jovial and charismatic, Bradshaw ensures that the house is never entirely quiet. His good looks are readily used to incite the attention of any woman he encounters, but unfortunately for him, never quite seem to catch the eye of the one person he actually wants to notice him…
- Ms. Valentine Davies is the youngest member of the staff at 15 years old, but her age is hardly noticed in the wake of her shining character and determination. After working several years under her mother’s tutorage as a scullery maid, Valentine worked herself through the ranks to become one of Jekyll’s housemaids. Kindhearted and empathic, Valentine is quick to endear herself to nearly everyone she encounters.
- Ms. Emily Waller is Jekyll’s infamously levelheaded chambermaid. Having come from several houses prior to working at No. 28 Leicester Sq, Emily has learned how to thrive in the cutthroat world of service, even if it is to her detriment. She is quiet, wise beyond her years, and knows far more than she would ever dare to say aloud, even to her friend and coworker Valentine.
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incongruous-faggot · 6 months
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When I first got into Jekyll and Hyde I thought "this is the perfect sci-fi/horror to put romance into", because at some point the horror becomes Jekylls secret existence within his own home. Its having to navigate to the bathroom as someone you're usually not, praying hoping, crossing your fingers that none of your housemates will see you, in this vile uncanny form, and on instinct, knowing it's a breakin, call the authorities, and having you removed from your own residence.
Of course Jekyll very simply avoids this dilemma, introducing all his house-servants to the concept of a mister Hyde, explaining to them, that this young man is here to aid Jekyll in his work. But would a lover be so easy to convince? Would a spouse simply go along with this? Maybe when Hyde is only really ever in the hallways and the lab. But what about when he appears in the living room? Jekylls bedroom?
It's a reoccurring motif in Jekyll and Hyde that Mr. Utterson fears what Hyde would do to Dr. Jekyll at his bedside at night. What if Utterson was Jekylls husband, rather than his lawyer and friend?
I really like the idea of a more modern adaptation where Jekyll and Utterson have been married for some years. They'd have one hell of a relationship, considering Uttersons constant curiosity, and Jekylls general secrecy. I like the idea of Utterson believing that he finally knew where he had Jekyll, being proven wrong in a series of unfortunate and otherworldly events. I'd love to see how they'd handle it. I'd love to write it.
It makes me angry then, that most adaptations include romance, but do it in the most boring of ways. Instead of this potential domestic dilemma, this horror in your own home from both points of view, you get Dr. Jekyll being interested in one girl, whereas Hyde is interested in another. Oftentimes the women are little more than a symbol of Jekylls descent into disassociative madness, one woman for each ends of the moral spectrum. It's honestly very tiresome (and somehow often manages to be more sexist than the original work)
Jekyll is rarely married, he is rarely ever allowed to have a deeper relationship to a man or a woman than "yearning", I crave a Jekyll who is bound to someone else, a Jekyll who needs to somehow navigate a new violent drug addiction, his dissolving friendships, and a spouse who wants the best for him.
I want a spouse waking up in the middle of the night to see a stranger in their husbands place.
I think the tragedy could be even further pronounced than it already is
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cantheykillmacbeth · 5 months
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Could Hyde from Jekyll and Hyde kill Macbeth?
(I apologize if he's been submitted before, I checked every tag I could think of and didn't see anything)
This really depends on the specific adaptation you're looking at. While many modern interpretations of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde paint Hyde as a completely separate person from Jekyll, the original story didn't do this at all. In it, Hyde is less of an alternate personality and more of a mask that Jekyll wears in order to indulge in his less pleasant desires without consequence. Jekyll still retains the memories of what he does as Hyde, and while he does give himself a different name and identity to disguise himself, it doesn't seem to be an actually separate identity, just a version of himself that he has compartmentalized to the extreme (OSP Red goes much more in-detail about this in her video on Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde).
But, as with a lot of classic literature, the modern interpretations that most people think of are significantly different from the source material. There are plenty of adaptations in film, movies, etc. that just straight-up make Hyde a completely different person, as if he's a malicious entity possessing the good and respectable Dr. Jekyll against his will. ((which I could probably go really in-depth on how that change is tied to Christian ideology but I'm here to talk about Macbeth so-))
If we're looking at the original book, then no, Mr. Edward Hyde could not kill Macebth, as he is the same person as Dr. Henry Jekyll, a man of woman born.
However, in any interpretation of Mr. Hyde where he is a separate entity from Dr. Jekyll would apply for the Unconventional Birth Clause and Birth Parent Clause, being artificially created by Dr. Jekyll in these instances.
Thank you for your submission!
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dross-the-fish · 13 days
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On a scale of 1-10 how does Erik rate the rest of the Crew’s singing voices? (Regular singing, not opera) How would Erik describe the others voices? 
Henry Jekyll-The kind of pleasant and unambitious baritone one would find suitable for the parlor at Christmas and perhaps even the occasional solo in a church choir. It is fit for the entertainment of close friends and family and should not aspire to be heard anywhere else. The very definition of mediocrity in all aspects 5/10 Edward Hyde - More emotive than Jekyll but sings exclusively filth and has no interest in staying on key. One senses he plays up the roughness in his voice more than is natural 3/10 Adam Frankenstein - Bass, marred by a harsh graveled rasp, he has plenty by way of depth and power but no skill and he hasn't the range or tunefulness for even the most basic of schoolyard jingles. 1/10 stick to reading poetry and giving tedious monologues. John Watson - Surprisingly nice, the voice itself is a pleasant and flexible tenor but it is his sincerity and expressiveness that lend his singing a favorable quality 7/10 Selma Morris - Bouncy soprano, good enough, one supposes, for a jaunty tune around the campfire and tolerable when accompanied by drinks and guitar music, crippled by an annoying twang and the woman selects only to sing raunchy bar songs befitting a seedy saloon 5/10
Theodora Kipp - Contralto, difficult to gauge her actual skill level since she never challenges herself. Had consumption when she was alive and the damage to her lungs is obvious in a lingering huskiness and limited vocal range. Compensates a lack of confidence in her singing ability with her acting skills which is more effective in covering her weaknesses than I initially gave it credit for. Entertaining performer on the whole but her vaudeville sensibilities hold her back from true success. 6/10 Quincey Harker - the less said about his off-key shower warbling the better, obnoxious vibrato, 2/10 Lawrence Talbot - countertenor, despite being in his twenties he still sounds like he's going through puberty, croaking and cracking every time he strays to high or to low outside of his extremely limited range, could be used to torture our enemies. 0/10 I am, myself, a legendary vocalist and needn't flaunt my own considerable skill. I advise those of you who scored lower than a 5 to cease singing in all capacities, you are doing the world no favors when you open your mouths. To Lawrence in particular, if you utter anything resembling a musical sound in my presence again I will destroy you. To Dr Watson and Dr Watson only, please consider seeing me for vocal lessons, I believe yours is an instrument that could be polished into something far greater. The rest of you are free to continue on with your bland mediocrity but please do so out of earshot and in the privacy of your own small social circles. - OG
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Hey would you mind sharing what the real point of jekyll and hyde is that Hollywood missed? I have never read the book
You just made my night actually THANK YOU
Long so it’s under a cut :)
(you should totally read the book, it’s not super long and it’s actually really good)
okay tw murder and suicide and like. Violence I guess. It’s a psychological thriller from the Victorian era idk what y’all expect
Alright here’s the part where I admit I’ve never seen a Jekyll and Hyde movie but I HAVE seen various iterations of him in pop culture monster movies where he’s some quirky background character yknow?? The pop culture idea of this guy is kind of wild
First things first!!! Pop culture would have you believe that Dr. Jekyll has a wife or a girlfriend or some shit that Mr. Hyde wants to ravage or cheat on or whatever!! This is false because the only female characters in the entire book are a little girl who gets trampled to establish how Evil Hyde Is and a woman who calls the cops after witnessing a murder as she took a smoke break on a balcony. Neither one of them even has a name :) this is a book with NO BITCHES okay??? There’s barely even any men
Important Character round up!
Mr. Utterson the Lawyer (most of the book is from his viewpoint)
Dr. Lanyon (a friend to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Utterson)
Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde (respected Chemist/criminal)
Poole the butler <3
And that’s IT.
Okay there’s also some parliament guy who gets murdered but like whatever. He’s just there to get killed. Bye.
So a very basic plot synopsis is that Mr. Utterson is the guy in charge of Dr. Jekyll’s Will. Because of this he happens to be sort-of-friends with Jekyll because neither of them really have many friends. They’re also both friends with Dr. Lanyon.
Mr. Utterson first becomes aware of Mr. Hyde as a person who exists when a friend (unimportant) of his tells him about this guy who trampled a little girl. Obviously this is fucked up, but the friend has more to the story. Bystanders didn’t let this guy just trample a little girl, they demanded compensation so that she could pay a doctor to help her. Hyde went to a door (which the friend points out bc he and Utterson are on a walk) and makes out a check under the name of Jekyll. And so Utterson is like. Huh what
He goes home and looks at Jekyll’s Will, and Hyde is the guy set to get all his stuff if Jekyll disappears!! And so Utterson is like well that doesn’t make sense for MY friend the Extremely Respected Chemist. So naturally he’s curious and goes poking in that polite Victorian way.
It turns out Hyde lives in Soho but is a FREQUENT visitor to Jekyll’s house, has a key and all the servants know him etc. nobody knows how he and Jekyll met and they’re all a little afraid to ask.
And then there’s a year long timeskip actually. Utterson asked and Jekyll said “yeah don’t worry about it :)” and then we just skip a year.
We come back because Mr parliament gets MURDERED in what seems to be a crime of passion by a certain Mr. Hyde. Like the fact that the guy killed was in parliament was a complete coincidence. I keep meaning to look up the guys name to see if he was a real guy who was just really hated or something but I never get around to it. Anyway. Hyde beats him to death with his cane.
OH YEAH. Break hang on.
HERES THE OTHER THING HOLLYWOOD FUCKS UP THAT I ALMOST FORGOT!!! Hyde is not Hulk!!! He’s not big he has no muscles he’s literally an itty bitty guy!! He’s described as “particularly small”, “little man”, “of small stature”. He’s tiny!!! Truly exemplifying that short people are closer to the devil etc whatever he’s itty bitty and super fucking mean like the worlds worst chihuahua given human form.
Alright back to PLOT
The police recognize Hyde pretty much from the witness description of him, and Utterson is like “well that’s easy I Know Where He Lives” but they can’t find him even though his neighbors all sell him out and they literally go to his place in Soho.
So Utterson goes to ask his good friend Jekyll, who he knows is close with Hyde, where the fuck his buddy is!!! And Jekyll is having like a full on nervous breakdown at this point. Jekyll swears that he’s “done with” Hyde and “he will never more be heard of”. He’s sweating and shaking and generally looking like he’s on drugs or something.
Hyde conveniently left a letter to Jekyll (wow!!) that basically said he had fled the country and thanks for being his friend this whole time :) Utterson has a lil convo with Jekyll where he becomes convinced that since all of Jekyll’s stuff went to Hyde if he disappeared that Hyde was planning to murder Jekyll but the heat from killing a member of parliament had scared him off so Jekyll is safe now. If what Utterson thought was happening was what was ACTUALLY happening this would probably be where the story ends. But NO. First bc Utterson hired a guy to analyze the handwriting on the letter from Hyde to Jekyll and the guy (literally named Mr. Guest) was like “yeah this is Jekyll writing with a different slant idk who he’s fooling” and so Utterson is now convinced that Jekyll is covering for Hyde for some reason
And SECOND because jekyll starts acting like a crazy person. Poole the butler shows up at Utterson’s house one day like “hey my boss is freaking me out and also his voice changed?? I think Hyde is living in his room and pretending to be jekyll”
So naturally they bust into his locked room with an axe. Like you do. It’s not his bedroom it’s like his chemistry room idk they just call it his cabinet but it’s Clearly Some Kind of Lab. Anyway they find Hyde’s dead body on the floor <3 he has pretty explicitly killed himself with cyanide.
They also find a couple letters, which make up the rest of the book.
The first one is from Dr. Lanyon (remember Lanyon?). Lanyon writes all about how Jekyll started acting like a crazy person and had him deliver a drawer (like, pulled out of a dresser and full of chemicals) from Jekyll’s cabinet to Hyde, who Lanyon has never met. The description is this part is actually really good, you can tell it’s Hyde who shows up to meet Lanyon even though it never says his name. This is the part where he mixes the chemicals like the worlds worst smoothie and then fucking Shapeshifts back into Jekyll right in front of Lanyon :) why did he Do this. At this point in the story we are hearing this from Lanyon’s letter instead of Lanyon himself because Lanyon fucking Died when it was still Uttersons pov and didn’t tell anyone what he had learned?? He thought nobody would believe him ig but he tells Utterson he has had a shock and will die within a few weeks and then he literally Does. Like what the fuck man.
The next letter is from Jekyll!! It is a confession of how exactly Hyde came to be AND WHY.
Look me in the eyes. THIS IS THE PART POP CULTURE GETS COMPLETELY WRONG!!!!!!
Jekyll, being a well respected Member of Society, wanted to expunge himself of all evil desires by splitting himself into two people, one who is good and one who is evil. He manages to make a chemical potion of some kind that lets him shift between two bodies. Here’s where the text will get you: Jekyll is an unreliable narrator.
IT DOESNT WORK!!!!! He claims that Hyde immediately felt more evil but was shocked when he switched back to Jekyll and didn’t feel any different than before. Jekyll is still just as good and JUST AS EVIL as before he downed his magic shapeshifting potion!! Jekyll didn’t invent a second, more evil form, he invented a mask he could hide behind that let him escape all accountability for his actions.
And you know the most damning proof?? The switch has started happening without him drinking the potion. He will go to sleep as Jekyll and wake up as Hyde, and it’s taking more and more doses to turn back into Jekyll. At the time he writes the letter, he is permanently stuck as Hyde, but the letter is from JEKYLL and laments the guilt he feels for actions done as Hyde. He condemns Hyde as if that IS a separate person!! But Hyde has the same mind and should that Jekyll does, just a different face, and Jekyll is lying to himself.
Anyway that’s what happens in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It’s all about this lawyer dealing with the most Batshit series of events a client has ever made him deal with <3
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A supernatural detective team gets a call about a suspected Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde -case, searches through the shady undertown of the city to find a guy who matches the description, and manages to capture him after an impressive battle (it turns out that the Hyde Mode of this guy puts up a pretty good fight while wielding a knife), and once he's caught he starts begging for their mercy, explaining that his Normal Form is the foul and monstrous one.
The rich guy who hired the detectives to find him is his father, and when Hyde Case is in his normal form he's completely fine with the factory he's supposed to inherit having child slaves, he beats the household help and now dreads to think of what he'd do to the young woman he's arranged to marry. One night he was experimenting, trying to come up with new drugs to get fucked up on, accidentally created one that makes him have a conscience, and every time he manages to trick himself into using it again he'll just sneak out and get back here to peacefully play poker, shag hookers and not hurt anyone.
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intrepid-fictioneer-7 · 3 months
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I've come to the conclusion that, in my humble opinion, Higashide is the writer in TYPE-MOON who makes the best ships involving Heroic Spirits.
Which might sound really weird. After all, the central couple in Fate/Apocrypha is Sieg/Jeanne d'Arc, and it's a pretty divisive one. No offense to those who like it, but it's always a dynamic I thought made no real sense narratively and didn't have much chemistry. Sieg on his journey of self-affirmation and personhood didn't need a romance (except maybe with Astolfo, with whom the dynamic is much more fun). Jeanne, the historical figure who rejected a marriage proposal, wore male clothing, and whose famous nickname refers to her celibacy, getting into a romance just never vibed with me (especially when it felt like the parallels/relationship between her and Shirou Kotomine were far more relevant). Add to that the ending copying Last Episode without what made LE have a strong impact, and it makes the whole even less appealing.
But despite that, Apo is also the work where there is the surprising ship of Shirou Amakusa and Queen Semiramis of all people: the semi-legendary Assyrian queen credited with making one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world falling in love with the young charismatic Japanese Christian who rebelled against the shogunate and failed. It's a very strange crossover ship between two people who never could have met if not for being brought back and it somehow works in being endearing.
(Achilles and Atalanta kinda count I guess, but it's a one-sided ship with little reasoning, that I care so little about, and is eclipsed by the more compelling foils each get, Chiron for Achilles, Jeanne for a Jackie the Ripper-driven mad Atalante.)
Higaside having grown and improved as a writer by the time of FGO, what followed this growth was him not doing a repeat of Sieg/Jeanne, but writing better ships mostly involving Servants. Asterios the Minotaur and Euryale the Gorgon; last Byzantine emperor Constantine IX and fictional Popess Johanna; heck, you can even see the relationship between Mordred and Dr. Jekyll this way (it also works as simple close friendship). Being characters from usually completely different mythologies and historical cultures, there is care done to make it clear why they fall for each other and as a result these couples are very different from one another instead of being the same formula everytime. In a game where a lot of (female) Servants are made to fall for the last Master of Chaldea for sometimes very little reason, these are a breath of fresh air.
For all my problems with her, Sakurai does something similar, though her ships are usually people who canonically were together in their legends: Sigurd/Brynhild, Aslaug/Ragnar Lodbrok, Julius Caesar/Cleopatra, Ozymandias/Nefertari, Tomoe Gozen/Kiso Yoshinaka, etc. They can be one note and there is a repeated thematic tendency of hers of writing "inhuman woman discovering humanity by falling in love", but they tend to be very cute and I easily understand that these people are in love even beyond death, so I root for them to reunite. Higashide also has "canonical" pairings, but the results are more muddled here: Siegfried and Kriemhild are adorable as a divorced couple where there are clearly still feelings, no matter what the tsundere wife says. But Rama and Sita are just...there. I understand the point of their separation, but it's not very engaging and Rama essentially disappeared after the American Singularity, while Sita was yeeted to Arcade. A mark against Higashide, but not as bad as Sieg/Jeanne and overshadowed by the numbers of better ships he wrote in FGO.
And there's Orion and Artemis, where I'm split. Super Orion and LB Artemis was really good and poignant. Orion the teddy bear and ditzy Artemis are a realy bad joke that overstayed its welcome.
FGO prioritizes Master/Servant relationships, both because the last Master of Chaldea is a blank slate for players to self insert into, and also because human×Servant is the type of ship Nasu specializes in (Shirou/Saber, Rin/Saber, Kuzuki/Caster, Caren/Angra Mainyu, and to a lesser extent Bazett/Cu, Yukika/False Assassin, and Ayako/Medusa in FSN; Fate/Extra as a whole; Ritsuka/Castoria in FGO). But even there Higashide made better choices than when he penned Sieg/Jeanne. Charlotte Corday is a surprisingly well-done choice for her archetype, it seems like it's going to be another Kiyohime but no, he actually makes her a good character you get attached to.
And then there is Kadoc and Anastasia. Words cannot describe how much I love them, how their personalities clash and complement each other in the best way, how aesthetically good they look put next to each other, etc. And it's not even just that we got a MasterxServant relationship outside Ritsuka, though that helped.
Basically, Higashide has become my go-to source for good ships, especially intra-Servants ones where Ritsuka is not involved and characters are allowed to not orbit around their Master. Sakurai also provides in that last aspect, but Higashide is doing that and also giving that crossover flavor you see in things like that one Cartoon Network ad with Johnny Bravo and Velma, and that works really well for me.
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ragingbookdragon · 9 months
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The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll & Mz. Hyde
Task Force 141 x Reader
Word Count: 740 Warnings: Explicit Language, Archaic Medical Tools (and explanation of lobotomy)
Author's Note: Everyone wanted a part two to this so here you go :) Enjoy! Thorne
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She smiles when the Lieutenant walks into the clinic, no doubt a scowl on his face beneath the mask, but he says nothing as he stands before her desk. Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she says, “Thank you for coming in, Lieutenant Riley.” She looks to the nurse beyond, watching with interest. “Simone, be a dear and lock the door on your way out, yes?”
The woman nods her head and practically skitters out and she rises from her seat, grabbing a rather large black bag; the thing looks like it’s from the sixteen hundreds. “Sit on the exam table, please.”
He does as she asks and takes a seat, watching the wall as she lifts his shirt and examines the bullet wound beneath the gauze.
“Lieutenant, do you recall my one rule I left you with before your mission?” she pauses and looks him directly in the eye.
“Don’t get injured.”
“Correct!” she smiles. “And if you were, what was the next rule?”
“Apply first aid.”
She tuts and pokes the stitched wound, delighting in his hiss of displeasure. “You seemed to have forgotten my second rule. Never mind that, I shall remind you.”
Her hands drift to the bag and she unlatches and opens it, and the man nearly shits his pants at the archaic surgical tools.
“Did you know that my legally given maiden name is Jekyll? Dr. Jekyll asks. “Some think there’s an ancestor of mine that was actually the basis of the novel with the same name.”
She picks up a tool, a drill and turns it.
“I do so love old medical tools. This one was used to drill into skulls. Mostly to relieve headaches or remove stagnant blood from brains. Sometimes even to treat hemorrhages.” She smiles fondly. “It takes a rather tremendous amount of strength to crank this into someone’s skull. I can only imagine what it was like without anesthesia.”
Putting it down, she picks up a mallet and what looks like an icepick.
“Now these are my favorite.” She holds the mallet in one hand, the pick in the other. “These were used to lobotomize people. One would insert the pick behind the eye socket and break through the little barrier of bone by hitting it with the hammer until it was lodged into the frontal lobes.” She does the motion near the side of his head, his eyes on hers as the pick sinks past his ear. “Then you would jiggle it back and forth until the frontal lobes separated from the thalamus! Thus rendering the patient completely catatonic!”
She puts them down and sighs wistfully.
“Did you know I once worked at a mental asylum where lobotomy was still legalized? I was allowed to sit in on several during my stay in medical school. An archaic but rather interesting process.” her smile is anything but sweet, instead it sends shivers up his spine. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to administer one myself. Perhaps one day I’ll get such an opportunity? Maybe on someone who disobeys my rules?”
He swallows hard, a man whose entire family murdered, himself buried alive, seen death a million times, and even delivered it, scared shitless of the woman before him.
He understands now why they call her Misses Hyde when she’s angry, no, infuriated and seething.
“Lieutenant? Are you alright?” she repeats, and he shakes himself, abruptly standing before her.
“I, uh, have to go, Doctor,” he says, and runs for the door like his head is on fire and his ass is catching.
“But I didn’t even show you the electro-shock therapy tools I have!”
“No need!” he shouts, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “I won’t disobey rules again!”
He’s out of the door before she can say anything else and the nurse returns moments later with two cups of coffee.
“Did Lieutenant Riley leave, Doctor Jekyll?” she asks.
“He did,” she pouts and latches the bag back, setting it down behind her desk. “And I have a feeling he won’t be back for some time. I was simply telling him stories. They weren’t even true.”
“Such a shame,” the nurse replies. “He’s awfully handsome.”
“If you like masked men.”
“As if you don’t like the Phantom of the Opera,” the nurse grins, handing her a cup. “You know he’s handsome.”
“Perhaps, he is,” she says back, sipping her coffee with a maniacal grin.
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gayest-classiclit · 8 months
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a list of people in the classic literature sexyperson bracket
the following are already on the sexypedia and automatically in:
hamlet, hamlet
atticus finch, to kill a mockingbird
rodion raskolnikov, crime and punishment
sherlock holmes, the sherlock holmes books
arsene lupin, the arsene lupin books
frankenstein's monster/adam, frankenstein
jonathan harker, dracula. (his wife mina is tagteaming w/ him)
gerald croft, an inspector calls
big brother, 1984
erik/the phantom, phantom of the opera
mercutio, romeo and juliet
and the following have been submitted:
inspector goole, an inspector calls
benedetto, the count of monte cristo
edmond dantes, the count of monte cristo
gaspard caderousse, the count of monte cristo
quincey morris, dracula
ivan karamazov, the brothers karamazov
anatole kuragin and helene bezukhova, war and peace
dmitri razumikhin, crime and punishment
nastasya filippovna, the idiot
jean valjean, les miserables
captain hook, peter pan
dorian gray and basil hallward, the picture of dorian gray
charles bingley, pride and prejudice
carmilla, carmilla
helen of troy, greek mythology
benedick and beatrice, much ado about nothing
irene adler, the sherlock holmes books
annabel lee, annabel lee
violacesario, twelfth night
clopin trouillefrou, the hunchback of notre dame
lady macbeth, macbeth
therem harth ir em estraven, the left hand of darkness
eugene onegin, eugene onegin
alyosha karamazov, the brothers karamazov
count dracula, dracula
jesus christ and judas iscariot, the bible
henry jekyll, the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde
cathy ames, east of eden
enjolras, les miserables
hotspur, henry iv part 1
balladyna, balladyna
jay gatsby and daisy buchanan, the great gatsby
ruy blas, ruy blas
grendel's mother, beowulf
gregor samsa, the metamorphosis (by proxy)
eugene de rastignac, the human comedy
chloe, froth on the daydream
the duke de nemours, la princess de cleves
emma bovary, madame bovary
behemoth, the master and margarita
grantaire, les miserables
jane bennet, pride and prejudice
catherine, wuthering heights
milady de winter, the three musketeers
mephistopheles, faust
woland, the master and margarita
medea, greek mythology
prince hal from the henriad
fitzwilliam darcy from pride and prejudice
the woman behind the wallpaper from the yellow wallpaper
don rodrigue from the folktales
robin hood from the folktales this brings us to 63 entries so far! :)
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msaprildaniels · 1 year
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Being an egg in the 90s was wild because there'd be like big budget comedies released with huge ad campaigns about like,
"What if Dr. Jekyll created a formula that turned him into a super hot woman who wanted to destroy his life? Wouldn't that be awful?"
And you're just standing there, staring at the movie poster, transfixed. Then someone calls your name and holy shit gotta play it cool for some reason, and for sure do not let anyone see you looking at that sort of stuff again.
But this kinda shit was all over. Like all over. The early tv-level CG effects boom made a huge market for shows with wacky science fictional and fantasy setups, and almost inevitably there would be a gender-bending episodes. Imagine the almost-open kink levels of Totally Spies! but it's live action and on network TV on a Friday. There was so much repressed gender weirdness just hanging around in the open because the cis couldn't understand it as anything but a joking thought experiment.
And the whole time it was so fucking scary to be trans that this wasn't enough to crack me for decades.
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zara2148 · 5 months
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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Seek is so disappointing to me because it's trying way too hard to make the characters hetero. I'm sorry, but when I heard the premise of "post-canon story where a man returns claiming to be Dr. Jekyll, and Utterson struggles because he knows that's not true but also can't explain why he knows that's not true" I wanted more insight into Henriel, not for Utterson to proclaim some long lasting obsession with a woman he and Jekyll both dated.
Seriously, I'm just screaming about how great this "identity theft thriller" could have been if it just leaned into the gay subtext of the original and had Utterson more conflicted about wanting Jekyll back vs Knowing he can't be back.
(and maybe if this was my fanfic Jekyll IS genuinely back and is just being very Hyde-ish about his return to Utterson).
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variousqueerthings · 25 days
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Hiii! This question is kinda apropos of nothing but I’m curious: who is the person in your profile pic? Every time I scroll past it a little too fast I think it’s Alan Alda/Hawkeye haha
no worries (i think alan alda would be honoured, if i remember correctly, he mentioned meeting him once as a kid in his memoir). it's this fellow:
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his name was conrad veidt, a famous german actor of the weimar republic, later escaped to britain and then the us to get away from the nazis with his jewish wife, Ilona Prager. he also starred in two pro-jewish films shortly after the nazis came to power in 1933 (the wandering jew, and jew süss, but i confess i haven't watched these yet, so i cannot say how well they aged) -- generally did a few films that were about Social Issues that came down on the side of the oppressed, including the woman's crusade, and the merry-go-round, as well as... (see below)
famous for some very important movies: 1. played the lead in the first movie to openly portray gay men (anders als die andern), which was produced by magnus hirschfeld and the institute of sexology in a bid to get support for legalising homosexuality -- it's free on youtube! also 105 years old, can you believe... 2. played the somnambulist in the cabinet of dr caligari, and generally was every vamp-girls/boys dream back in the day, playing in a lot of the german expressionist films and proto-horror films, and generally not afraid to play offbeat, uncomfortable roles that weren't about being an attractive leading man (eerie tales, the hands of orlac, waxworks, the man who laughs) 3. after he moved to the us, he was very happy to portray nazis to give them realism, and he plays major heinrich strasser in casablanca in 1942 (his second-last film)
i believe he was in a total of 115 films, but quite a few of them between when he started in 1917 and 1930 are lost (der januskopf, i think of you often....murnau, bela lugosi, and conrad veidt, in an adaptation of jekyll and hyde??? arghhh)
other fun facts, did occasionally crossdress and in fact this may have contributed a little to his first divorce, as his wife found him and a bunch of his friends wearing dresses one night after she came back from work -- notably conrad was in her new dress. she told a friend that this was the breaking point, but it may have partially been a joke. they did divorce though
was also at one point called the prettiest girl in berlin in print, good for him
was probably bisexual, although having said that i've actually never read why people think this -- so for now, he was a mensch and a great ally to a lot of people, a little on the queerer side in all things
i do follow a fair few conrad veidt blogs on here, but i don't talk about him often, it's one of those "am a fan, but keeping it mostly to the chest" kind of things with him -- however, as you can tell, very happy to give the Info when asked!
that's the man, the girl, the pretty boy: mr conrad veidt!
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