Dr Henry Jekyll | Edward Hyde
@satanbymyside.bsky.social
3:58. I have injected 5cl of the formula. Salty, bitter taste. No noticeable behavioural differences.(RP|21+| PARODY)
“The experiment. It was never meant to become… this..”
October 25, 2025 at 11:01 PM
“The experiment. It was never meant to become… this..”
“Not about you.. And him.. And.. Everything. Please, don't go?”
October 25, 2025 at 10:57 PM
“Not about you.. And him.. And.. Everything. Please, don't go?”
“… I don't know what to think anymore, Margo. I really don't.”
October 25, 2025 at 10:40 PM
“… I don't know what to think anymore, Margo. I really don't.”
He'd been.. Somewhat preoccupied, shall we say?
October 25, 2025 at 10:24 PM
He'd been.. Somewhat preoccupied, shall we say?
“Not particularly.”
He'd been putting it off, if he were entirely honest.
He'd been putting it off, if he were entirely honest.
October 25, 2025 at 9:46 PM
“Not particularly.”
He'd been putting it off, if he were entirely honest.
He'd been putting it off, if he were entirely honest.
“Perhaps that is wise.”
October 25, 2025 at 9:21 PM
“Perhaps that is wise.”
“Are you quite alright, Margo?”
October 25, 2025 at 3:47 PM
“Are you quite alright, Margo?”
//strygglinv to sleep and it's projecting onti them 😩
October 25, 2025 at 3:50 AM
//strygglinv to sleep and it's projecting onti them 😩
Henry is trying and failing to sleep, staring somewhere in the middle distance.
October 25, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Henry is trying and failing to sleep, staring somewhere in the middle distance.
throwing our toasters.”
October 18, 2025 at 6:39 PM
throwing our toasters.”
Adam with a faint, forgiving smile. “Remarkable craftsmanship. Even after being cast like a stone, it survives.”
Straightening, Jekyll’s expression softened. “Perhaps it is not only fear that teaches us, Yeshua,” he said thoughtfully. “Perhaps mercy does too—when we are forgiven for-
Straightening, Jekyll’s expression softened. “Perhaps it is not only fear that teaches us, Yeshua,” he said thoughtfully. “Perhaps mercy does too—when we are forgiven for-
October 18, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Adam with a faint, forgiving smile. “Remarkable craftsmanship. Even after being cast like a stone, it survives.”
Straightening, Jekyll’s expression softened. “Perhaps it is not only fear that teaches us, Yeshua,” he said thoughtfully. “Perhaps mercy does too—when we are forgiven for-
Straightening, Jekyll’s expression softened. “Perhaps it is not only fear that teaches us, Yeshua,” he said thoughtfully. “Perhaps mercy does too—when we are forgiven for-
“You’ve performed a most dramatic experiment, my friend.”
He bent to examine the toaster’s battered side, fingers brushing the dent with an almost tender precision. “It appears resilient enough,” he murmured, glancing toward-
He bent to examine the toaster’s battered side, fingers brushing the dent with an almost tender precision. “It appears resilient enough,” he murmured, glancing toward-
October 18, 2025 at 6:39 PM
“You’ve performed a most dramatic experiment, my friend.”
He bent to examine the toaster’s battered side, fingers brushing the dent with an almost tender precision. “It appears resilient enough,” he murmured, glancing toward-
He bent to examine the toaster’s battered side, fingers brushing the dent with an almost tender precision. “It appears resilient enough,” he murmured, glancing toward-
Jekyll was the first to move, stepping forward from where he had been frozen mid-thought. His face was a mixture of alarm and awe, as though he had just witnessed both science and chaos at once.
“My word,” he breathed, surveying the scorched wall and the trembling creature.-
“My word,” he breathed, surveying the scorched wall and the trembling creature.-
October 18, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Jekyll was the first to move, stepping forward from where he had been frozen mid-thought. His face was a mixture of alarm and awe, as though he had just witnessed both science and chaos at once.
“My word,” he breathed, surveying the scorched wall and the trembling creature.-
“My word,” he breathed, surveying the scorched wall and the trembling creature.-
Then his eyes flicked to Erik, amusement touching his tone. “Though, I confess, the hum is rather ominous. One might almost believe it does possess a soul.”
October 18, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Then his eyes flicked to Erik, amusement touching his tone. “Though, I confess, the hum is rather ominous. One might almost believe it does possess a soul.”
“Fascinating,” he murmured, crouching slightly to inspect the mechanism. “Some form of electrical heating, I should think—filaments converting current into radiant energy.”
He glanced toward Yeshua with a faint, almost boyish smile. “Not alive, I assure you. Merely efficient.”
He glanced toward Yeshua with a faint, almost boyish smile. “Not alive, I assure you. Merely efficient.”
October 18, 2025 at 5:30 PM
“Fascinating,” he murmured, crouching slightly to inspect the mechanism. “Some form of electrical heating, I should think—filaments converting current into radiant energy.”
He glanced toward Yeshua with a faint, almost boyish smile. “Not alive, I assure you. Merely efficient.”
He glanced toward Yeshua with a faint, almost boyish smile. “Not alive, I assure you. Merely efficient.”
Henry dragged a ragged breath, his eyes red-rimmed, glistening. “God forgive me, I cannot see him as myself. I cannot. But…” His jaw clenched hard as though forcing the words out hurt. “I will speak to him. I will face him.”
October 2, 2025 at 7:41 PM
Henry dragged a ragged breath, his eyes red-rimmed, glistening. “God forgive me, I cannot see him as myself. I cannot. But…” His jaw clenched hard as though forcing the words out hurt. “I will speak to him. I will face him.”
“I have lived in silence because I thought it safer for you. Because I thought if I kept myself hidden, you would never have to touch the darkness in me. And now—now you tell me you love it. Him. Me.”
October 2, 2025 at 7:41 PM
“I have lived in silence because I thought it safer for you. Because I thought if I kept myself hidden, you would never have to touch the darkness in me. And now—now you tell me you love it. Him. Me.”
“Margo…” The name cracked in his throat, pained, reverent, desperate all at once. He turned away from her, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as though he could blot out the sting of her tears or his own.
October 2, 2025 at 7:41 PM
“Margo…” The name cracked in his throat, pained, reverent, desperate all at once. He turned away from her, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as though he could blot out the sting of her tears or his own.
That you’d rather have my shadow than the man standing in front of you?”
It wasn’t an accusation so much as a wound laid bare.
It wasn’t an accusation so much as a wound laid bare.
October 1, 2025 at 5:33 AM
That you’d rather have my shadow than the man standing in front of you?”
It wasn’t an accusation so much as a wound laid bare.
It wasn’t an accusation so much as a wound laid bare.
His fingers tightened around the bench until they trembled. He looked at her fully now, eyes glassy with hurt.
“Do you understand what you’re saying to me?” he asked quietly. “That the part of me I loathe, the part I’ve tried to bury, is the one you’ve chosen?-
“Do you understand what you’re saying to me?” he asked quietly. “That the part of me I loathe, the part I’ve tried to bury, is the one you’ve chosen?-
October 1, 2025 at 5:33 AM
His fingers tightened around the bench until they trembled. He looked at her fully now, eyes glassy with hurt.
“Do you understand what you’re saying to me?” he asked quietly. “That the part of me I loathe, the part I’ve tried to bury, is the one you’ve chosen?-
“Do you understand what you’re saying to me?” he asked quietly. “That the part of me I loathe, the part I’ve tried to bury, is the one you’ve chosen?-
“He never hesitated…” Henry repeated her words under his breath, a bitter, stunned sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “And yet I—” He stopped himself, swallowing hard. “I have loved you all this time, Margo. God help me, even in my silence I thought you knew. And you give that word to him.”
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October 1, 2025 at 5:33 AM
“He never hesitated…” Henry repeated her words under his breath, a bitter, stunned sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “And yet I—” He stopped himself, swallowing hard. “I have loved you all this time, Margo. God help me, even in my silence I thought you knew. And you give that word to him.”
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“You…” His voice cracked before he steadied it. “You love him.”
It wasn’t a question. It was an echo of the thing already written across her face. He drew a ragged breath, eyes flicking from the floor to her and back, like he couldn’t decide which was safer to look at.
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It wasn’t a question. It was an echo of the thing already written across her face. He drew a ragged breath, eyes flicking from the floor to her and back, like he couldn’t decide which was safer to look at.
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October 1, 2025 at 5:33 AM
“You…” His voice cracked before he steadied it. “You love him.”
It wasn’t a question. It was an echo of the thing already written across her face. He drew a ragged breath, eyes flicking from the floor to her and back, like he couldn’t decide which was safer to look at.
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It wasn’t a question. It was an echo of the thing already written across her face. He drew a ragged breath, eyes flicking from the floor to her and back, like he couldn’t decide which was safer to look at.
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Henry went very still, as though her words had struck him physically. The room seemed to shrink around them, every sound — the hiss of the lamps, the faint tick of a clock — suddenly louder.
His lips parted once, closed again. He pressed his palm flat to the edge of the workbench, knuckles white.
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His lips parted once, closed again. He pressed his palm flat to the edge of the workbench, knuckles white.
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October 1, 2025 at 5:33 AM
Henry went very still, as though her words had struck him physically. The room seemed to shrink around them, every sound — the hiss of the lamps, the faint tick of a clock — suddenly louder.
His lips parted once, closed again. He pressed his palm flat to the edge of the workbench, knuckles white.
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His lips parted once, closed again. He pressed his palm flat to the edge of the workbench, knuckles white.
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