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Hi! I’m Lou 🦇

I use they/them pronouns

Im gonna be so honest I have no clue how to use this app so guidance and advice would be appreciated ‼️

I enjoy lots of things!! On a broad spectrum my interests are classical gothic literature, musical and contemporary/classic theater, classical and contemporary opera, choral music, every art form imaginable, folk, rock and indie music, Horror movies, sitcoms, random TV shows/anime, and badminton :)

Media I like (and would jump at a moments notice to discuss; yes I have a lot of hyperfixations) (buckle up): Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, The Crucible, A Streetcar Named Desire, Cabaret, Falsettos, The Jekyll and Hyde and Dracula MUSICALS, Rent, Carrie, Hadestown, Sweeney Todd, Heathers, Wicked, Hamilton, Be More Chill, Ride the Cyclone, Gilbert and Sullivan, Pagliacci, Italian Arias, soprano repertoire, The Podd Brothers, any classical choral pieces, Mozart, vocal technique videos, painting, sketching/drawing, guitar, any art at all(!!!), Noah Kahan, Ethel Cain, Haley Heynderickx, Queen, Adrienne Lenker, Gregory Alan Isokov, the Oh Hellos, Brandi Carlisle, Hozier, Phoebe Bridgers, Boygenius, Hereditary, Longlegs, Saw franchise, Nosferatu, The Office, The Good Place, Parks and Recreation, New Girl, Stranger Things, Bojack Horseman, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, Bungou Stray Dogs, Your Lie in April, A Silent Voice, HunterxHunter, Deathnote

DNI List: Basic human rights and decency deniers (homophobia, racism, sexism, transphobia, ableism, xenophobic), Trump supporters, Zionists, bullies, people who don’t like whimsy or fun

I’d LOVE to chat and get to know you!!!!!!!! If we share even one or even BETTER— MULTIPLE interests I will love you forever and ever. I will maybe redo this when I understand this app better ^^

The Abyss Within

Mondstadt had always been a city of song, of laughter, and the gentle murmur of wind-blessed freedom. It was a place of safety, a sanctuary from the chaos that roiled beyond its borders. But in the past few months, something had changed. A shadow had fallen over the city, creeping ever closer with each passing night.

It started slowly—a series of mysterious disappearances in the outskirts, rumors of strange creatures lurking in the woods. And then there were the sightings: a figure, tall and broad-shouldered, moving with inhuman speed and brutality, leaving destruction in his wake. Whispers spread through the city like wildfire, and the people of Mondstadt began to grow wary, unsure of what malevolent force was stalking the darkness.

You had heard these rumors, too, though you dismissed them at first. After all, you had your own distractions to deal with—your meetings with him.

You had met Childe, or Tartaglia as he sometimes called himself, by chance during your travels. He was charming, bright-eyed, and seemingly always one step ahead of you with his playful banter and infectious grin. You had taken a liking to him, finding his adventurous spirit and easy smile disarming. And despite the fact that he was a member of the infamous Fatui, you felt something... different in him.

Childe had become a frequent presence in your life, an unexpected friend, even as you knew there was more to him than the affable, mischievous man who walked beside you through Mondstadt’s markets and taverns. There was something dark beneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite place. But he had never shown it to you—until the night everything changed.

It was a crisp evening when you last saw Childe, sitting by the fountain in Mondstadt’s plaza, his usual confident grin plastered across his face as he waved you over. He greeted you as warmly as ever, but there was a tension to him that you couldn’t ignore. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and his usual lively demeanor felt strained.

“You seem... distracted,” you said, watching him carefully as you sat down beside him.

He chuckled, though the sound was hollow. “Do I? Just a lot on my mind, I guess. The Fatui never rest, you know. But you don’t want to hear about my troubles. Let’s talk about you. How have things been? Still stirring up trouble in Mondstadt?”

His teasing tone was there, but there was an edge to it. He was hiding something. You had known Childe long enough to see when he was masking his true feelings.

“Childe... you can tell me if something’s wrong,” you said softly, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

For a moment, something flickered in his expression—a flash of vulnerability, of conflict. But then it was gone, replaced by that familiar cocky smile.

“Nothing’s wrong. I promise,” he said, standing up abruptly. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to show you. Come with me.”

You hesitated for only a second before following him, the unease in your stomach growing stronger with every step. Childe led you out of the city and into the woods beyond, his pace quick, almost hurried. The sky was darkening overhead, and the air was thick with the scent of rain.

“Where are we going?” you asked, glancing around at the shadows stretching across the path.

Childe didn’t answer right away. His shoulders were tense, his eyes focused ahead. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“There’s something you need to see,” he said, his voice lower now, more serious than you had ever heard it. “Something I haven’t told you.”

The trees grew denser as you followed him deeper into the forest. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a mix of curiosity and fear swirling in your mind. Childe had always been unpredictable, but this felt different—more dangerous.

Finally, he stopped in a small clearing, the moonlight filtering through the canopy above. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

“Do you know why I joined the Fatui?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, frowning. He had never talked about it, and you had never pressed him for answers.

“I wasn’t always like this,” he continued, his eyes dark and distant. “There was a time when I was... different. But something changed me. The Abyss—”

He paused, his jaw tightening as if the mere mention of it was painful.

“I fell into it. I became something else. Something... darker.” His gaze shifted, his usual playfulness replaced with a cold intensity. “I’m not just the Childe you know. There’s another part of me. A part I can’t control.”

Your heart sank as his words began to sink in. You had always known there was more to Childe than he let on, but this was something far worse than you had imagined.

Before you could respond, Childe let out a low, humorless laugh. “I thought I could keep it hidden from you. I didn’t want you to see... him.”

“Who is ‘him’?” you asked, your voice trembling as you stepped closer.

Childe’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the vulnerability you had seen before returned. But it was fleeting, quickly replaced by something darker.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he said, his voice heavy with resignation.

Without warning, Childe doubled over, clutching his chest as a pained groan escaped his lips. You rushed to his side, panic flooding your veins.

“Childe!” you cried, reaching out to steady him.

But he pushed you away, stumbling back as his body began to change. His once warm, blue eyes turned cold and lifeless, glowing with an eerie orange light. His muscles tensed, his posture shifting into something more animalistic, predatory. His breath came in ragged gasps, his grin twisted into something cruel, dangerous.

“I told you...” he rasped, his voice now a guttural growl. “I’m not always the Childe you know.”

The transformation was complete. The man standing before you was no longer the charming, mischievous warrior you had come to care for. This was someone—something—else. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic hunger, and his movements were sharp, calculated, like a predator stalking its prey.

Fear seized your heart as you took a step back. This wasn’t Childe. This was the monster he had warned you about. And now, you were alone with him in the heart of the forest.

“Childe, please,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart. “You don’t have to do this.”

But the creature that had once been Childe only laughed, a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“Childe?” he repeated mockingly, stepping closer. “That weakling? He’s always fighting me, holding me back. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m in control.”

Your pulse raced as he circled you, his eyes glinting with malice. This was no longer the man you had trusted, the man you had thought you knew. This was a nightmare brought to life.

You stumbled back, your mind racing as you searched for a way out, but he was too fast. In an instant, he was upon you, pinning you against a tree with a strength that left you breathless.

“Don’t look so scared,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “You should have known this would happen eventually. Did you really think you could get close to someone like me without seeing the truth?”

His words cut deep, the weight of his dual nature pressing down on you. You had seen glimpses of this side of him before—the ruthlessness, the bloodlust—but you had never imagined it would come to this.

As his grip tightened, you fought to keep your fear at bay. Somewhere beneath the monster that had taken control, the Childe you knew still existed. You had to believe that.

“Childe,” you said, your voice shaking but firm. “I know you’re still in there. You’re stronger than this—stronger than him.”

For a moment, his cruel smile faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a snarl of frustration.

“You’re wasting your breath,” he growled, though there was a hint of something—something fragile and fleeting—in his voice. “He can’t save you now.”

But you refused to give up. “I’m not asking him to save me. I’m asking him to save you.”

His eyes widened, and for a brief, agonizing moment, the monster’s grip loosened. You saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes, the faint glimmer of the man you had come to care for. The two halves of Childe’s soul were at war with each other, fighting for control.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, he let you go, stumbling back as if the weight of the conflict was too much to bear. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his head as he fought against the darkness threatening to consume him.

“Go,” he rasped, his voice raw with pain. “Before I...”

You hesitated, torn between the fear that kept you rooted to the spot and the desperate hope that Childe could still be saved. But in the end, you couldn’t leave him like this. Not when he was fighting so hard to hold on to himself.

You knelt beside him, your hand resting gently on his shoulder. “You’re not alone,” you whispered, hoping your words would reach the man trapped within the monster.

For a long moment, there was only silence, the weight of the night pressing down on you both. And then, slowly, Childe’s breathing began to steady, his tense muscles relaxing as the darkness receded.

When he finally looked up at you, his eyes were blue once more, filled with a haunting mix of relief and sorrow.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I never wanted you to see that side of me.”

You smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “It’s part of who you are. And I’m not afraid of you.”

Childe looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll always be fighting him,” he whispered. “But as long as you’re here... maybe I can win.”

The unexpected happened

Maebell Glass (TGS oc)

She's only ten and she has a big love for science. She was in an orphanage for two years after her mother died in a fire then was picked up by the one and only, Dr. Henry Jekyll

At times, she is not fond of Hyde

THIS ONE IS THE NIGHTMARE THAT GOES ON!

A animation I’m making :33

MY GOTHIC LITERATURE FIXATION IS TEARING AWAY AT MY BRAIN

I remade my versions of Jekyll and Hyde, I only ever posted my Hyde design before I think.

I DID IT I DREW HYDE IN ALL HIS GLORY

Version without text

Just spotted that we've got an airdate for Reece's episode of The Read on BBC 4 - 2nd Feb 2025.

As a fan of both. Yes.

I guess the guy likes musicals now

with emma version on the bottom!

Its the maaaaan

@thehumanwitchluz said that he looks like a Werewolf. It is completely understandable why

Here's the actual Easter art

(I don't know why, but I see Lucy as rabbit like)

I am genuinely sorry for making this.

Dr. Jekyll is so very busy.

How did he get there?

What?

Made a blog for a thingy I'm working on @hekyllanimaticproject

SCIENCE!!!!!!!!

Original below

Jekyll and Hyde if Snapchat existed

ford is so hubris-laden-musical-protag coded so here's some class doodles of him going through the horrors

(& bonus angst comic below the cut?!)

wow this is probably my favorite funger fanart like ever now

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Currently studying this in Year 11 for my English Literature GCSE exam.

got thoughtful about opinions on bad books so here’s an inverse: what’s a book you had to read for school that you actually enjoyed/have grown to like? mine is Lord of the Flies

INCREDIBLE GIVE ME TWENTY MORE

I guess the guy likes musicals now

with emma version on the bottom!

This. I like this. I want more of this.

W-WHO ARE YOU?…WHO ARE..AM WE I?

JEKYLL? WHAT HAVE I DONE YOU DONE?! WHAT DID I DID YOU DO?! WHAT ARE AM WE I?!

Why does the y look like an r-

YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! FINALLY A HYDE MY HEIGHT I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW.

this file was titled “the salts” and I don’t want to hear anything about it

Oh. My. G O D .

Honestly you are entirely right I can’t even argue-

Jekyll and Hyde are Llamas in hats discuss.

I fit most of this criteria and I am slightly afraid that Utterson is going to break into my house now-

DNI if: youre under 5 feet tall, you’re a child trampler, you’ve been appointed as the sole heir to a fortune, your appearance makes people uncomfortable for some reason, you’re pale and hairy, you‘ve ever brutally killed an MP, you’re blackmailing Dr. Jekyll for money, you tilt your hand to the left to write.

Good thing Hyde was born before the Geneva Convention, cause if not he probably would have violated it.

Ngl TGS Hyde is the kind of guy you find shoving cold leftover French fries from the fridge into his mouth while everyone else is a asleep. This is totally not from any previous experiences I have had.

I love Poole.

POOLE.

why does poole not get recognition

poole is best boy

reblog if you love poole

Me after learning about the glass scientists: *slamming credit card against countertop* G I V E .

The creator of the comic: uh, you know it’s free ri-

Me, going into Jekyll and Hyde withdrawal: N O W .

Not me trying to consume every possible piece of Jekyll and Hyde media in the shortest period of time possible.