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small introduction
This is just a Fan blog for the glass scientists webcomic.
I will (do):
+ Reblog content from other blogs dealing with this topic
+ rps (nothing NSFW related)
+ Crossovers
Might post up some oc lore and in general fanart s and rambles as time goes along
TGS Crossover and Future Fic idea
The Case of the Withered Rose Only a few days after the the death of a retired circuit court judge, Sir William Foster, his niece appears at the doorsteps of the famous Sherlock Holmes with what seems to be a trifle matter. A binder containing a case her uncle had resided over had gone missing. The case seemed to vanish from thin air. Normally the great Sherlock Holmes wouldn't handle cases of old, misplaced documents, that was until Sir Foster's niece brought up two puzzling and intriguing pieces of information. 1. Her uncle seemed to fret and constantly look over the papers from the old case for about two weeks prior to his death, but he would never divulge to anyone why.
2. While the niece didn't find the binder, she did find a commonplace book that belonged to the son of Dr. Henry Jekyll, the founder of a institute known as The Society for Arcane Sciences.
Sherlock Holmes soon embarks on his latest case that will change the lives of many individuals as he uncovers the truth. A case where the supernatural and science will combine as he tries to uncover the answers to a 35 year old court case. The Great Detective will soon uncover the dark and corrupt side of high society and the justice system as he tries to find one clear answer among a sea of baffling questions and puzzles. Who killed Olivia Rose?
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Murder Au: Lost Love
"Let's just see what he wants. Hopefully it isn't too serious." Henry spoke, trying to calm his counterpart. Hyde huffed and folded his arms, but otherwise didn't respond. Henry took it as a sign of Edward's reluctant acceptance over the matter. Henry then left his office and proceeded downstairs into the main area to greet Sergeant Brokenshire. As he arrived in the main area, Henry gazed at the face of the police officer. Sergeant Brokenshire's expression wasn't angry or frustrated as Hyde or Henry expected, but it wasn't pleasant or calm either. In fact, the police officer looked very solemn and grim. His eyes were glancing around the room as he held his hands behind his back, looking nervous. The strangest thing was that whenever Brokenshire glanced at Henry, he quickly tried to look away. It was as if the sergeant couldn't bring himself to meet Henry's gaze. Hyde was no longer irritated by the officer's presence, but rather confused by the man's out of character actions. Henry was just as perplexed as his counterpart, but he decided to play along for now and pretend he didn't notice. "Ah, Sergeant Brokenshire, is there something I can help with you with this fine day?" Henry exclaimed with a pleasant grin, putting on his gentleman persona. Brokenshire didn't respond at first, well at least not in a coherent manner. He mumbled something as he fidgeted with hands, still not looking Henry directly in the eyes. Jekyll frowned. What had happened to cause such a reaction from Brokenshire? Finally, the sergeant let out a deep and reluctant sigh. He stared directly at the found of the Society with a steely gaze. Henry could see the serious in the man's eyes, but also traces of regret and sympathy which did nothing to relieve the growing worry festering in his own stomach. "I need to discuss something with you Dr. Jekyll, in private if you will." Sergeant Brokenshire requested in a serious yet grave tone. Henry nodded. "Yes of course. Follow me to my office." Brokenshire nodded and allowed Henry to escort him. Jekyll opened the door and allowed Brokenshire to enter first before he followed behind, closing the door tightly. Henry then headed towards a cabinet to pull out a bottle of whiskey, but Sergeant Brokenshire held up his hand to stop him." No thank you, Dr. Jekyll. I'd rather be sober when I speak. Pleases sit down." Taken aback by the refusal and gruff tone, Henry obliged and sat down in his chair. Brokenshire's expression softened as he took off his hat and held it with both of his hands. The man took a deep breath before speaking to Henry, preparing to break the news. "I'm afraid Dr. Jekyll, I am to be the bearer of some horrible news." Sergeant Brokenshire began, his voice barely maintaining a professional tone. "Last night, one of my officers found a body. The body was...mutilated, attacked by some vicious beast of sorts." The officer took another shaky but deep breath, forcing himself to continue. "The officer was able to identify the body when he shined a light on it. The body...it was your co-founder, Dr. Robert Lanyon. I am terribly sorry, Dr. Jekyll." Brokenshire exclaimed with great remorse, as he looked at the alchemist with deep sympathy. @unhingedexperimenter @tgs-au
What Has Science Wrought Au
So Henry and the lodgers along with Robert and Rachel somehow get cursed and frozen in stone for about 200 years They are freed...but by B.E.A.W labs which forces Henry and the lodgers to work while Rachel and Robert are to be treated as experiments since they don't serve any value to the labs. The guards and scientists at the lab hear one of the lodgers call Henry his full name and realize "Holy cow! Henry Jekyll is a real person!" This information gets sent back to Darius who is basically delighted to have the most infamous mad scientist in his clutches. He forces Henry to work on creating multiple batches of HJ7 for the labs and in exchange he doesn't kill his friends. To keep Henry focused on his work, Darius isolates him to a lab where he is made to make the formula. To Henry's further horror and devastation, the formula is not only used but altered as well by the other scientists. Let's just say, those who are given the formula don't just have their souls split. Henry is completely broken by this. All he wanted to do was make science not feared. Now seeing science used for such evil, it feels like a slap in the face. He blames himself for all this evil. Hyde doesn't taunt Henry anymore. He too is shaken by everything that he has seen. This place, these 'scientists' is worse than anything Moreau has done. Basically by this point, Henry has given up on science. He lost his spark and dream. He nearly loses his spirit if not for a certain little girl that he encounters a year later. A little girl who was also captured by the B.E.A.W labs. A little girl that reminds him of his morals. (Darius Brewster and B.E.A.W labs is my friend @melodythebunny creations.) @tgs-au @unhingedexperimenter
Murder Au: The Surprise Visit
Henry Jekyll put down the papers in his hand and once more glanced at the grandfather clock in his office. The hands read a quarter to 11. Henry let out a deep sigh and turned his focus back on the papers on his desk. As he was trying to focus on his work, he heard an all too familiar groan coming from the mirror near the curtains. "Would ye stop acting so morose." Edward Hyde, his other half complained. Henry gave his reflection a hard, annoyed stare. "Aren't you the one who enjoys seeing me suffer?" Henry asked with a snarky tone. "Ah only enjoy seeing ye glum when ah cause it. It's boring when there is another issue that ye are worried about." Hyde retorted as he folded his arms with a huff. Henry rolled his eyes, ignoring his counterpart as he returned back to his work. Hyde frowned at this. "Why are ye even being so gloomy? Chubby Cheeks ain't here and ye are acting like the Society's been shut down." Henry turned his head back around and gave a glare at his counterpart. "I am concerned for good reason Hyde. It's nearly been an hour and Robert still hasn't shown up for our weekly financial discussions." Robert Lanyon was supposed to meet Henry at a quarter to 10 where they would enjoy a small breakfast while discussing the future and current finances of the Society. Henry wasn't immediately worried a few minutes after Robert hadn't shown up at the agreed time. He assumed his co-found might have had a slight delay in coming here. It would sometimes happen in the busy streets of London. Henry did become increasingly worried when Robert hadn't shown up after 30 minutes. Henry did eat some of his breakfast that Rachel prepared, he then asked his day manager to stay downstairs and alert if him Robert should stop by. Rachel agreed and Henry decided to tackle some paperwork while he waited. Unfortunately it was another 30 minutes that had passed and still no sign of his cherished friend. Henry's face morphed into a frown as he abandoned his paperwork and elected to stare at the clock. "It isn't like Robert to be this late and not send some type of notice ahead to indicate a reason for his long delay." Henry said aloud. "Lanyon is probably held up because of some stupid stuffy reason or another." Hyde commented. His smile then grew wide and his face morphed into a malicious expression as a thought popped into his wicked head. "Or maybe, Chubby Cheeks got sick and tired of this place and ye. He called it quits and decided he doesn't want anything more to do with ye and the Society." Hyde cackled at his evil theory. Henry turned his head to glare hard at Edward. "Even if Robert quit, he would still have informed me beforehand. He knows how to give notice about such matters." He snapped back. "Ye didn't disagree with me there, doctor." Hyde taunted with a maddening grin. Henry was going to go back to ignoring his other half when he heard a knock on the door, surprising but not unwelcome. "Come in." Henry called out. The door opened and Rachel, the Society's cook and day manager, peered in. "Rachel. Has Robert arrived?" Henry asked, feeling hopeful. Rachel shook her head. "No. Actually, I came up here because Sergeant Brokenshire is downstairs. He says he's here on important matters." Rachel replied. Henry noticed that the young maid had a slight look of confusion on her face. He merely chalked it off to her surprise at Brokenshire's unexpected visit. "Alright. I'll be down there soon enough." Henry exclaimed. Rachel nodded and closed the door, leaving the split man alone with his other half, not that she knew. "What the bloody hell is that peeler doin er'e? Ah ain't done nothing to warrant the coppers on me back, and ye haven't let me out much since the fire." Hyde complained with anger and annoyance. Henry frowned. He too was nervous about Sergeant Brokenshire's sudden appearance. He hoped none of his lodgers were in trouble and that he wasn't here to ask more questions on the whereabouts of Edward Hyde.
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so I wrote a short fic-
The cellar wasn't her first choice to run to. But it had been the safest place registered by her brain. Not too many people came down here. It was really the maids and workers during meal prep. But Rachel had out done herself with that. So cinder knew she could be here without being seen.
She felt like she would break into a thousand pieces like a glass shattering. She heaved as sobs wracked through her body. When was the last time she allowed herself to feel this way? Cinder dared not shed tears in front of anyone. Not to feel much. All her previous courtships ended with her heart being broken. She tried to be cautious this time but it all just felt real. She thought he was different. Thought this time was different
But it's never ever different!
The brunette should have known better. She stared down at her wedding band before yanking it off and tossing it somewhere in the dark.A sound of footsteps broke her out of her crying session. She had thought they were coming from above…but no they were down here as well.
"Hmmm what's this…?”
A small gasp escaped her hearing a voice. She quickly wiped her tears away with a handkerchief. An attempt was made to compose herself as she called out.
"Henry..?”
“Not quite love” familiar green eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim lighting as the figure approached. He has picked up her ring, staring at it as if examining it.
"Oh…it's you..” she couldn't hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Why had she hoped Henry would come after her? It was all just a foolish daydream. Henry didn't love her. He didn't even want to marry her! It had been a fluke…Hyde made a mock hurt gesture. “What did wittle ole me do?”
“I didn't mean it like that…” her usual snarkiness towards the blonde wasn't present. She was quite thankful for the bad lightning. Not wanting to be seen having a breakdown around her sorta frienemy. And yet in some ironic twist it always seemed like he was around more than her supposed husband! Perhaps it was the dance they shared and misadventure that caused Cinder to see Hyde in a different way.
"Ah.. somethin’ eatin’ away at ye?”
“No.” She says. “Just…had something in my eye.”
“Rightttt…” he drawled in a tone that said he didn't believe her. “Wouldn' happen ta be a certain brown haired bloke in yer eye causin’ yer tear ducts to be working overtime, eh?”
(reblogging the other half)
“...”
Her silence was all the confirmation he needed. Not that Cinder was easy to read at times. However it seemed like whatever walls she had built up were cracking. Not enough to see what was going on in her noggin still though. Perhaps that could change.
But would she take the leap…?
Hyde couldn't help the sly smile that appeared on his face. He could give her the nudge in the right direction.
"Ye know what ah think? Ah think yer wastin yet time on Henry.” he plopped down next to her. Keeping some distance between them not wanting to push her further into her mental isolation. He shook his head and tsks. “look at ye. Just a sad bird. Mourning over a man who will never appreciate you. Never really care. Never listen.”
"don't call me a bird!" The brunette huffed.
She couldn't deny he was wrong however.While she did need time alone. She was also equally tired of being alone. She needed someone to confide in. Holding her emotions all in wasn't working anymore. Lucas and Robert had too much on their plate to be of much help(as over protective as they were)…and she knew it would probably stir up more drama and headache for everyone involved. If Hyde was willing to be an ear for her then who was she to push him away?
"But yer one. A caged one.” Hyde says simply. “Always putting yerself in a box for those men.”
“Ye wish to flap yer lil wings and fly dontcha?” the man chuckled seeing her peeveed expression yet a flicker of hope. “Ah can set you free”
“How-?”
Hyde pulled out a glass vial of a green liquid. As green as his eyes, she realized. It seemed to glow in the darkness. “What is this..?”
“Yer wings. Ticket to freedom. Yer cure for yer curse” he held it out offering it to her.
Noticing her skepticism he added:
“Come on ah wouldn't give ye poison, Cinderbird”
Her face twinged with embarrassment. Considering all her previous exes had killed her one way or another it had become instinct to be wary. Close to midnight…just another minute. If she could stay alive past midnight maybe the cursed cycle could be broken…
“Do you trust me?“ His emerald eyes staring at her pale blue ones. For once she was being looked at and SEEN. Her inner turmoil was acknowledged.
“I do.” she says softly as Hyde slid the ring back on her finger.
Outside, the clock struck twelve. The death kneel ringing loudly just as she drowned the contents.
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so I wrote a short fic-
The cellar wasn't her first choice to run to. But it had been the safest place registered by her brain. Not too many people came down here. It was really the maids and workers during meal prep. But Rachel had out done herself with that. So cinder knew she could be here without being seen.
She felt like she would break into a thousand pieces like a glass shattering. She heaved as sobs wracked through her body. When was the last time she allowed herself to feel this way? Cinder dared not shed tears in front of anyone. Not to feel much. All her previous courtships ended with her heart being broken. She tried to be cautious this time but it all just felt real. She thought he was different. Thought this time was different
But it's never ever different!
The brunette should have known better. She stared down at her wedding band before yanking it off and tossing it somewhere in the dark.A sound of footsteps broke her out of her crying session. She had thought they were coming from above…but no they were down here as well.
"Hmmm what's this…?”
A small gasp escaped her hearing a voice. She quickly wiped her tears away with a handkerchief. An attempt was made to compose herself as she called out.
"Henry..?”
“Not quite love” familiar green eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim lighting as the figure approached. He has picked up her ring, staring at it as if examining it.
"Oh…it's you..” she couldn't hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Why had she hoped Henry would come after her? It was all just a foolish daydream. Henry didn't love her. He didn't even want to marry her! It had been a fluke…Hyde made a mock hurt gesture. “What did wittle ole me do?”
“I didn't mean it like that…” her usual snarkiness towards the blonde wasn't present. She was quite thankful for the bad lightning. Not wanting to be seen having a breakdown around her sorta frienemy. And yet in some ironic twist it always seemed like he was around more than her supposed husband! Perhaps it was the dance they shared and misadventure that caused Cinder to see Hyde in a different way.
"Ah.. somethin’ eatin’ away at ye?”
“No.” She says. “Just…had something in my eye.”
“Rightttt…” he drawled in a tone that said he didn't believe her. “Wouldn' happen ta be a certain brown haired bloke in yer eye causin’ yer tear ducts to be working overtime, eh?”
(reblogging the other half)
Happy halloween everybody!!
I don't think you comprehend this situation, my dear
Blood stained my hands from the innocent
Don't back away from me, don't look at me in fear
What was kept in secret, once magnificent
Emotions overtake my whole being
Why do you look at me so?
It was once so freeing
I do not know where else to go
Love replaced with hatred in your eyes
The one person I wish not to lose
I can't stand to say my goodbyes
No longer can I drown my sorrows in booze
Can't you feel my split soul calling out to you?
See the regret in my expression?
I've already lost myself, don't know what's true
My very existence you've caused me to question!
That's just fine by me then!
I don't need you, I don't need anyone!
You don't know how or when
You don't think I can grasp what has been done?
Adrenaline fills me, thoughts erratic like never before
You despise my existence, just like everyone
No matter how much you try, you won't implore
This romance of ours, it's not what you envision
What lies beneath the surface, I show for all to see
No matter how difficult or how gruesome it truly is
Rotten, rotten, rotten is the only thing I can be
We were once in loving, sweet bliss
You saw what I've kept hidden from you this entire time
You were naive, stupid and ever so blind
What occupies my mind, it is nothing but crime
I'm leaving you now, leaving you behind
What's with this change in your stature?
What's with this rage in your eyes I see?
My words no longer matter
No, no! Please, it can't be!
I cannot bring myself to bring you harm
Where did you get this weapon from?
No longer do you listen, no longer I can charm
What have I made you become?
Something within your eyes, chills my soul
Murderous intentions you've made known
Just like myself, you're no longer whole
Our innocence, to the side its been thrown
You take a swing at me, with that axe
It might as well be, I can see our tomb
My facade breaks, you see the cracks
The end is near, I can assume
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Murder AU: A Gruesome Discovery
(This au isn't canon to my Count of London au) The thief cackled to himself as he carried his stolen loot. "This should be enough to satisfy things for a while. I'm surprised the shops around here don't secure their goods better than the shops in America. Oh well, more for me." The thief exclaimed happily, licking his lips as he walked down the damp streets of London, not at all bothered by the chill of the night air. "Wait! What is this?" The thief paused in his tracks he heard someone call out. "No, stop!" What are you doing?" A voice called out again. The thief turned his head towards an dark alleyway. His head titled with confusion and morbid curiosity, trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. Whoever was speaking was clearly in some type of distress. Please stop! HELP! SOMEONE HELP M...AAAAAAAHHHHH!" The thief froze in terror at the person's anguished cries for rescue while someone or something sounded like they were tearing the person apart, piece by piece. Soon the screaming died down into quiet gurgling before the area became silent. The thief didn't know what just happened, but he didn't dare move. Suddenly the quiet was interrupted by the sounds of loud footsteps, rapidly stomping on damp cobblestone. The thief froze in terror again. Was the mysterious killer coming towards his direction? Would he be next? The thief could not move his legs even though his mind was screaming for him to do so. The thief listened intently as the footsteps seemed to fade away from his direction. He let his body relax bit by bit as the footsteps seemed to get further and further away until it was quiet once again. The thief then let out a relieved sigh as his body finally relaxed. The killer seemed to take another path out of the alley way. He was lucky the killer didn't run into him. Still, the thief couldn't help but wonder who had just been murdered on the streets of London since he was no where near East London, especially no near Bethel Green. Morbid Curiosity overtook the thief as he slowly walked to where he heard the murder, all the while still clutching his stolen loot. The thief then stopped in his tracks as he gazed upon a grizzly sight. His eyes widened with shock as he looked at the freshly killed corpse. There were rows of gashes on the victim's neck. The chest area looked to be sliced open numerous times. The victim's face was frozen with a permanent, expression as their mouth was opened wide. It was like they were still screaming yet the sound could no longer be produced. The thief hesitantly inched his way towards the corpse. He leaned over to examine the fatal injuries. The thief gazed intently at the body for a while before he cocked his head. "That's odd." The thief remarked to himself. "These wounds are made to almost look like a..." A shrill whistle from behind startled the thief. He swiveled his head and saw lights coming towards him followed by the sounds multiple feet running towards his location. "THIS IS THE POLICE! HALT WHOEVER GOES THERE!" "Crap!" The thief swore. He didn't want the police catching him with his stolen goods. The thief quickly straightened himself back up and proceeded to run away. "HALT, POLICE!" An officer called out as he shined his torch ahead of him. All he could catch was what looked like a creature with white fur. Unfortunately, the beast moved too quickly before the officer could get a good description, vanishing down another section of the alleyway. "Blast!" The officer grumbled angrily. He then noticed how the light of his torch had caught something lying on the ground. Curiously, the officer lowered his torch to examine the object. His expression then morphed into pure shock and horror as he gasped at the corpse. "Oh my word!" The officer shakily gazed at the face and felt his heart drop as he all too well recognized the man that had just been murdered. Apparently by a savage beast no less. @unhingedexperimenter @tgs-au
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Adrian, the brown haired guy- @thecountoflondonfansite
Adrian Barton: Bio Update
So I'm going to make some changes to the bio of my oc Adrian. First of all, Adrian is part werewolf part human. His father was a pure blood werewolf like Morcant. Adrian's werewolf genetics were recessive until he drank his eternal life formula. Instead of vampire abilities. Adrian gains werewolf abilities. He still consumes flesh and blood for sustenance but can control his urges. Adrian can turn his werewolf features on and off. He doesn't have a full werewolf transformation like Jasper and Morcant. His werewolf form is sort of midway. He has more canine features like pointed ears, excess hair, a dog shaped nose, wolf pads on his feet, and sharp claws, but he still looks human. Adrian's mother is the aunt of Van Helsing. Let's just say he and his cousin don't get along. I will get to Adrian's parents and their relationships later. Right now the family relationships for Adrian are complicated.
Okay so scratch the werewolf thing. Adrian is still part vampire but his father wasn’t a monster nor a vampire. Adrian’s father was made into a human servant by Dracula who infused Vampire blood into him making the human immortal. Adrian’s father was made into a servant of Dracula before Adrian was born. Adrian’s formula made the vampire blood prominent in Adrian. His mother is still the aunt of Van Helsing so those issues stay. I’ll work out the bio of Adrian’s parents later when I can. Adrian’s father is a canon character from another genre. His mother is my oc.
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Something about Jekyll and Hyde to me is everyones so focused on Hyde instead of Jekyll
Like whenever people bring up Jekyll and Hyde it's to make a point like "oh so-and-so has an evil side, like Mr Hyde!!!!"
And I gotta say, Dr Henry Jekyll is a renowned scientist who donates to charity and make incredible scientific breakthroughs. This man proved the existence of the human soul, and then split it. Not to mention created a reliable form of shapeshifting
He's pushing the fields of theology, biology, psychology and his research could change the world forever if he went public with it
Meanwhile Edward Hyde is some guy
Like okay he killed someone does he want a prize?? who cares
Successful HJ7 AU
Henry's formula works just as he intended. He gets rid of everything he doesn't want, but unfortunately, he gets rid of more than he thinks. Henry changes in personality slowly. He doesn't realize it. So. Question. Where does the evil in human nature go? Or what he considers evil. Where did it go? Surely that won't come back to bite Henry in the ass.
not Jekyll not Hyde...
but a secret third thing
Basically in theory how I image how Jekyll would look if he accepted his Hyde side and came to terms with him. They stop referring themselves as separate beings and act like one
And yea he's an agent of chaos :)))
So uh I figured to combine the two and came out with this color scheme. May draw more of him in the future :3
I love him. There are so many “whole Jekyll and Hyde” names out there
My suggestions for a name:
Silas Tell
Henry Price
Damian Will
Or
Edmund Barton😈
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Cannot see the name Silas and not think about a certain triangle 💀/pos
👀 overall all good names
And the last one 👀 👀👀👀👀
