This pinned posts gets updated over time. Fictive and Co-Host of a larger system. DMs and Asks open, English or German.
⋆ Basics about me ⋆
♱ My name is Mr. Hyde, Edward Hyde, or just Edward || He/Him || Male || 20 || Co-Host with Henry Jekyll (Don't tell him I sent you) || System blog link
♱ I'm a fictive of Mr. Hyde from Jekyll & Hyde: The Musical (2001, David Hasselhoff) exclusively. There are multiple Hyde's from different sources in our system.
♱ Misc: Mostly asexual, with very dark kinks || Working on a hobby dedicated to collecting and eventually preserving all known J&H media
⋆ What I Post ⋆
♱ Kink Content - I post a lot of kinks related to darker topics. Death, necro, killing, aquaphilia, drowning, suffocation, hanging, rope, sexual torture, you get the picture. All fantasy
♱ Feelings - Vents, rants, random thoughts. You get it.
♱ Asks - All asks are tagged with lyrics.
⋆ DNI ⋆
♱ MINORS DNI - For the love of god no minors at all. Please do not interact under any circumstances. Look at my headmate's paintings or something
♱ If you don't like the content I post - Block, scroll, whatever you need to move on. This blog is targeted towards a specific demographic, and is a vent blog. I didn't choose what I'm into, and is purely a trauma response. Remember that I'm still a person.
♱ To doubles(J&H) - Feel free to say hello
Tags used for Asks:
#With Satan Himself By My Side , #Mary had a little lamb, #Samstag Abend Irrenanstalt, #Ich bin der schönste Mann in der Nervenheilanstalt
If I get called out to another person’s house for a bad case of the common cold, there’s going to be one less person in the world. Waste of my skills and time.
Pain. She should feel pain and misery. She should be reminded of the dirt she walks on. Her cuts should be stuffed with mud, she should be dragged through infected waters. I want to see her disgusted face rendered beautiful, eaten alive by insects. I want her filthy and vile. Rotting. Disgusting. Stunning.
She needs to feel violated. She needs to be broken. My hands will reach the deepest part of her and rip out her rotting organs. She will see the dirt she is made of. I will show her where her soul is stored and destroy it as she lays in the London street.
Peeling back the layers of their filthy body using a golden sickle while alive and in agony. I want to hear her scream while I turn her red. Her eyes should roll back while I carve her stomach muscles, leaving her organs exposed and writhing while I pump her full of more adrenaline to keep her failing heart pumping. She will stay alive until I am done with her.
I want to pull a rope tight around her throat until I hear her cervical vertebrae start to crush. I want to see her neck distort until no amount of surgery can fix it.
Today I preformed chest compressions on a very frail women and felt her ribs crack under my hand and fist. I felt my soul lift up and out of my body for a few seconds.
Oh to have someone’s frightened eyes on you while they slowly drown. grabbing their hair and pushing them down the bathtub so they suffocate facing you. Mmhm