My Miitopia Chronicles (1/5)

Hi, Lanyon.

My heart belongs to my dear Henry . He is so awesome and I wish I could be brave enough to tell him that I love him.

Henry Jekyll is secretly a Disney Princess

and you can’t convince me otherwise…

☀ – “Epic Battle of The Century” & “Dead Inside With a Smile.”

☾ – Oop, I wish my Tumblr isn’t just a broken mirror of my IG but welp, here we are. Still trying to figure out stuff with tumblr but in the meantime I’m just gonna drop art here and scream my existence. ;) Long and short of these two piece are shennanigans with online friends XD. I am sorry but sanslastor will be a thing here, atleast for me, and I’ll sink along with this ship. (and yes the first one is a cross-fandom gigantamax sans fight, it doesn’t get any less odd XD).

– Enjoy.~

A Little Bit Homesick

((requested by @donutcassaroll))

It was the late afternoon and Jekyll and Lanyon were more or less relaxing in Jekyll’s dorm. Jekyll was sitting cross-legged on top of his desk, bored, studying the small, faded marks on his hands, while Lanyon sat in the desk chair, his head resting on his hand.

Jekyll looked over at him. “Something on your mind?”

Lanyon huffed, “Have you noticed how Utterson’s been lately?”

“How do you mean?” asked Jekyll.

“Has he not seemed… off lately? A bit more reserved than usual, perhaps?”

Jekyll thought for a moment, “He has been quieter than usual. Is he alright?"  

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Henry Jekyll sings Prince Ali Reprise

Jekyll: *enters in his bedroom and turns on the light*

*'careless whisper'starts playing*

Utterson, on his bed shirtless: Hello honey~

Jekyll: *blushes deeply and looks away* g-GABRIEL?!?! WHA-? WHE-? hOW?!?!?

Utterson: Oh, Dr Jekyll~

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Jekyll: *wakes up screaming and sweating*

They, Are,

HEATHERS!!!

And Veronica....

Angry Rachel Pidgley (The Glass Scientists)

Held in The Clutches of His Lust

Greetings everyone, here’s a little surprise fic for all you lovely people. It came to me in a dream, and I thought it would be fun to put it to paper. However this will be different, for this fic doesn’t involve any one interpretation of Jekyll and Hyde and thus no specific descriptions will be found this time around. Simply put, imagine whichever version you believe fits best for occasion.

Disclaimer: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde is owned by Robert Louis Stevenson. However, it is also in the public domain. Other versions that exist are owned by their respective creators.

Warning: If you’re not a fan of stories of a sexual nature, explicit or otherwise, then it would be best for you to back out of this one.

ENJOY!

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It crept up upon him not long after midnight had struck and all of his servants were sound asleep in their part of the house. Moonlight peaked through the curtains as Dr Jekyll snored softly, his tall form resting upon its side while he slept in his empty expansive bed. His sleep was seemingly dreamless.

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