A Strange Case Indeed

“With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.” //This is an Indie Penny Dreadful RP blog, based on the characters Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Any and all NSFW posts will be tagged as such. Both mun and muses are 21+ in age. Skype is available upon request. Relationship page is still under construction.//

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//Victors, Proteus, please put your nsfw posts under readmore's and tag them as nsfw.

[ignatiius-archived]

huntedbythedevil:

S A M E. i never got that vibe from ethan either. part of me wants to think it was just a matter of being under the influence of dorian & the absinthe, plus the rush of those flashbacks or whatever they were. xDD that’s my major hang up tbh. 

dorian probably has some super secret sex magic going on tbh. you just walk into a room with him and BAM, pants off. works on men or women. 

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^^^^ Been saying that since he showed up! Vanessa has to literally shake off his juju every time he leaves. Also sorry for jumping in.

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//Basically I hate everything and everyone's opinions today so don't touch me.

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"what happened?"

"He did- He did it again. And I was awake to watch. I saw every-… He tore her apart. And I couldn’t stop him."

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"If you two don't knock it off, i'll blacken all four of your eyes, than we'll see who's worried about what colour they are."

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"Am I dead?"

"No, Anna, you're just fine. A simple hangover is what this is."

[redfromtheroadhouse]

whatastrangecase replied to your post “Can we get a mun pic for Munday?”

//Purtyyyyyyy

// Stop it, Joe :P

[whatastrangecase]

//I see how it is missy, they get a thank you and I get a :P. Buuuuutthead.

[redfromtheroadhouse]

// Well that sounded fifty shades of sarcastic.  And— yes. You get a :P Besides you’d have said that if I was wearing a bag on my head too.

[whatastrangecase]

//I would not xP. I would've asked why ya got a bag on your head. And of course it was sarcastic, when am I not?

[narcissistic--monstrosity]

Place One in My Inbox: Questions Edition.

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"Am I dead?"

"Another one?"

"And what if I don’t?"

"Are you afraid of God?"

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you lost?"

"Are you really that shallow?"

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

"Are you sure there were no survivors?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Can we go now?"

"Can we not fight tonight?"

"Can’t or won’t?"

"Do you even care about how I feel?"

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"How could you do this?"

"How did you escape?"

"How long has it been since you last slept?"

"How long have you been there?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?"

"Just go, alright?"

"Mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"Really?"

"Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?"

"That’s the best you could come up with?"

"Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Was I the only one who thought that?"

"Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?"

"What are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What do I have to say to make you understand?"

"What do you keep writing in that notebook?"

"What do you want with me?"

"What happened?"

"What if you stayed this time?"

"What if… what if I don’t want to be free?"

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Where did you go?"

"Where did you last see it?"

"Where’s the rest of the body?"

"Who are you?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?"

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"Why do you have to make everything about you?"

"Why does it always have to be alcohol?"

"Why don’t you come over here and prove it?"

"Why is the truth so important to you?"

"Why should I help you?"

"Wouldn’t that be nice?"

"You don’t remember me?"

"You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?"

"You’ve been pretending all this time?"

[redfromtheroadhouse]

whatastrangecase replied to your post “Can we get a mun pic for Munday?”

//Purtyyyyyyy

// Stop it, Joe :P

[whatastrangecase]

//I see how it is missy, they get a thank you and I get a :P. Buuuuutthead.

[crackedportrait]

whatastrangecase replied to your post:Bad at taking no for an answer when you really want a yes.

"It is not as difficult as you think it is."

"Are you sure?"

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"Quite certain. No one seems to notice your distinct... scent."

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So you're saying you've actually had sex... with women!?

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Come on, did you even get your dick wet? I don't believe you. I think you're bad at lying too.

"What reason do I have to lie?"

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Because you're the 30 some year old virgin?

"Because the few women I’ve… been with, have been thoroughly satisfied. Apparently I am a generous lover."

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Bad at : Sex

"I haven’t heard of any such reports…"

[shiwakami-blog]

Visit my askbox and name something you could see my muse being BAD at.

Bonus points if you make it into a headcanon!

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Don't feed the animals [Hyde and Clara]

The lad was a-wrigglin’ away, like an eel in his grip. Granted, nobody liked thumbs the size of baby’s fists pressing up against their eyelids, but that wasn’t his fault. This is what happened when you didn’t pay Edward Hyde in entirety.

"Now, sonny, just you calm yourself… All ya have to do is tell me where I can get the rest and make up the difference, and we’ll be peaches!"

His voice was almost cheery in it’s own deep. bass heavy way, effort hinged underneath as he pressed a little harder, holding the young man aloft by only his head. Hyde’s hands dwarfed his head, fully enclosing the sides of his head, thumbs and the side of his palms covering his cheeks until only his nose, mouth and chin were left showing. “I told ya, Hyde, I told ya-! I don’t got anymore!- Nobody’ll do business with me now!” The victim gasped, hands clawing at the coated forearms of Hyde, desperate to escape, legs kicking and swinging for something to reach, to kick off of, but never finding their mark. There was a light grinding, as if someone was working their teeth together, while the veins in Hyde’s forearms bulged against the surface.

"Not long now, Jimbo, till your head-" Edward pressed the tips of his thumbs against the poor bastards eyes hard, blood leaking out of the corners as the man screamed. wailed and pleaded. It was all white noise to him, really. "Or your eyes go a-poppin’! Now come ooon… You got a stash somwhere, dontcha?? Maybe a good friend at home might-"

And with a pop, blood gushed around his thumbs, pulling a low and disgusted scoff from the large man. He hadn’t even realized that he’d kept pushing, evident by his thumbs being sunk into the man’s skull to the knuckle. The realization that he’d just lost out on a good deal of schillings made him well and truly grumpy. And when Edward Hyde was grumpy, there were few things that could cure it. Being grumpy as well as a man of  particular tactics, there was fighting. But nobody in Whitechapel fought with him anymore, after the way he blew through the fixed fight racket. There was having a good roll, but the madams he knew didn’t like him and his favorite girls were all home sleeping, most like. Not that that’d stop him most days but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with a fighting fucktoy. That left eating. A good meat-pie would do the trick quick and easy. Just had to follow his nose.

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No one would think her answer of “It’s a family recipe, I can’t give it away” would be odd when one asked her about how she made her meat pies. Even more so if she spoke about the ingredients. Although, whatever they believed the meat to be, she would keep the truth under lock and key.

Clara Oswald had spent a good portion of the day doing nothing but slaving away at preparing her meat pies for those who would come by the Needle’s Eye.

A much earlier portion of her day though was spent out back where she would pick up the meat for her pies, only the best choices they could give her so long as no medical students or whoever else might want them managed to snatch up the cadavers before they could even reach her tavern. And within that portion, she didn’t hand over any coin to pay for her main ingredient, far too greedy to part with even a single shilling. She wouldn’t say that she was whoring herself to these men who delivered the cadavers to her, as she wasn’t earning any money from what she did. Her body was their payment, after all. She earned enough from the customers in her tavern.

She was already bringing out the first of the pies when people began to pile in. A smile began to twist itself upon her face as customers sat at her tables. The barmaid went around, giving them all a drink first before moving back to bring them all a pie. And with that, came the comments, the praise, and the usual question; “What’s the recipe?”

"Can’t tell you lads, now can I? It was my mum’s recipe and my grandmum’s before her." She cleaned her hands on her apron as she spoke. "Family secret and all." Her head turned when her door opened, and she stared at the newcomer. "Thankfully I’ve made extra pies," she murmured to herself.

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Tugging his digits from the rather snug eye sockets of his former loaner, poor James, Edward wantonly tossed the body up against the wall, shaking off the blood and Jekyll knew what else from his hands. Thank the blazes that it hadn't reached his coat, it was the only one that fit him. Granted, if this was near the end of the night, Hyde would've been glad to simply rub the stuff in, thoroughly soak his hands in Jimbo, but he had other business to attend to. No one wanted to stick around and pay a man if he had an excess of blood on his hands. Crouching, he wiped his hands off on James before taking a deep breath through his nose. Yes, there was the blood, but what was underneath it...

Tobacco, though it being so close meant that was his. The usual soot that filled the air, a true constant. The whores a few streets over were getting their day's pay. Meat... Cooked meat and beer. Oh, he could go for some of that. Hopping to his feet, his proper attitude was back in a flash, acting as if the events beforehand had never happened. No use in being stuck on a problem when there was food to be had. Maybe even a good fuck, if the barmaid was decent enough. Hell, even if she wasn't, he'd still take her. The fat ones always had a few good uses to 'em. Following his nose, Hyde wound his way through the tight, dark streets of Whitechapel, people shirking away from him at each step. His reputation had been growing somewhat as of late, and he was glad for it.

Finally finding the place, Edward took another deep breath and let out a contented sigh. Meat pies, plenty of drink to be had. Stepping inside, he almost snickered at the way the other patrons shut up. That was just fine with him. Moving at his own pace to an empty table in the corner of the room, he claimed his seat and waved over the juicy barmaid. Oh yes, his day was looking brighter with each moment.

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Toil and Trouble [Claire and Jekyll]

This was a new sort of feeling. Henry’s head throbbed, yet his body was warm, comfortable. There was a very slight breeze coming from somewhere in the room. Had he left one of the windows open? No, that couldn’t be it. He’d been close to getting sick lately, he made sure his windows were shut tightly. The smell of the Thames was wafting in as well. Now why on earth could that be? His home wasn’t anywhere near the river. And why were these sheets so clingy?? It was as if they were magnetized.  …They smelt rather nice too, with a hint of alcohol of some kind. He’d probably arranged the pillows in his sleep again. After all that thinking, Jekyll knew that he wasn’t going to fall back asleep any time soon, mind slowly unraveling the little mysteries that seemed to surround him.

With a quiet breath, he finally opened his eyes to reveal a shabby, if somewhat clean, ceiling. With the sound of gulls in the distance, the doctor blinked away his tiredness, raising his head to see the rest of his room. A workman’s room, perhaps? There was a small stove in the left corner, though with the warmth of the sun coming in from the window behind him made it unneeded. Another window to the right, with a desk just below it, and blonde hair below it? He was obviously hung over, but he couldn’t be that hung over. Tilting his head somewhat, he looked down to see a beautiful woman, curling into his side, clinging to him. Would explain the sweet smell, the cloying feeling that he’d passed off as the sheets and pillows. Oh, that was not good.

The familiar ache in his bones meant that Hyde had shown up last night, the taste of gin on his teeth meant that Hyde had drank. And that would explain the young woman. Now how in blue blazes was he to get out of her grasp without her noticing?? Slowly but surely, his arms came away from her shoulders, his whole upper body shifting away from her, free arm pulling a pillow over to take the place of his chest. Please, please let him avoid such awkwardness. Let her sleep well and deeply.

[bloodylittleberserker]

Her sleep was dreamless, which told her she’d been drinking. Still somewhere between waking and sleeping, her mind filtered through half-remembered images of the night before, focused mostly on a larger-than-life man and many bottles of gin. Though the memories were filtered through her at-the-time tipsy gaze, she recognized the fact that she’d left the estate far behind to seek refuge in the more forgiving—and more interesting—seedier side of the city. It must’ve been a rough assignment to drive her from the estate, though she remembered everything, so that meant her darker side had not made an appearance. Dwelling on the image of the man she’d spent the night flirting with, however, made her wonder just how divided from her berserker half she was—taming that beast of a man was not something she’d normally consider for a fun night out.

About to turn over and stretch herself to wakefulness, Claire felt her pillow shift and a weight lift from the bed. Good lord, did I spend the night with him? Blue eyes flew open to see a scrawny man rise from the bed, completely naked….and not at all familiar. For a moment, she searched the hazy remnants of the last several hours for any hint of him, but came up lacking. Curiouser and curiouser… Going out on a limb, she cleared her throat and propped herself up on one elbow, completely unconcerned about her current lack of modesty.

"You…are significantly smaller than I remember, if you’re the man I remember" she said slowly, tilting her head at the man before her. Fingers went to her hair, combing through tangled locks with a sense of annoyance. She’d have to have a bath drawn and her hair tended to as soon as she got home. But first, there was a puzzle to be solved. It wasn’t every day she woke in a run down, underused room on the wrong side of town.

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Henry had succeeded in slipping on his trousers, suspenders gripping at his shoulders as he searched for his shirt, only to freeze mid step, one leg raised as the sound of her voice, while as sweet as her scent, only made him panic. His body remained frozen, however, causing him to fall. "Shite!" He whispered to himself on the floor, Scottish accent slipping out which only added to his embarrassment, his pale back going flushed pink. It rose all the way to his well freckled shoulders, he could feel it, and it burned at him. Yes, let's make one mistake after another thanks to the blackguard and than embarrass yourself. Lovely proposition! Frowning somewhat, he rose to his feet in a flash, half turning towards her before gasping, hand quickly covering his eyes from her bared flesh.

"Miss, please- Cover yourself!" Henry burst, the pink of his body flooding his face and neck, as if his whole body blushed at her immodest behavior. Not that he'd minded feeling her chest pressed against his ribs just a few moments ago, but this was different. He was fully awake and had his manners to think of. If he didn't have them, Edward would surely-And then came his commentary, which only added annoyance to Henry's tone. He could only take so much description of 'what she could do with that gorgeous hole of a mouth' for so long before he had to try and suppress it.

"But-uh... I do believe that-uh..." Oh hell, he was a terrible liar. Why was he even trying to go that route? "That a friend of mine has played a terrible trick on us. So- do please-" His fingers had slipped somewhat, which only made him blush once again and shut up entirely. "Please cover your chest!"