been feeling extra canine recently . i want to growl and bark and bite . i can feel my ears and my snout and my sharp teeth . i'm just a wolf stuck in this stupid human body living by stupid human rules
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been feeling extra canine recently . i want to growl and bark and bite . i can feel my ears and my snout and my sharp teeth . i'm just a wolf stuck in this stupid human body living by stupid human rules

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‘Jekyll is secretly dangerous/murderous.’
I don’t know, man. I think he just wanted to do gay stuff and got carried away and committed murder.
Utterson is the one I would be afraid of. Might hang out with serial killers for fun (the only person who still entertains men that society has utterly condemned), stalks a man for weeks on end just to see his face, ordered a butler to batter a door down with an axe. While the lack of emotion is very autistic, it can also be interpreted or written to be off-putting/uncanny valley to neurotypicals, or that he repressed himself so much he forgot how to feel emotions.
Yeah…these freaks deserve each other.
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fuck it. jekyll and hyde memes.
Something you’d like to tell us, Utterson?

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of the kin spaces i've been in i think i will always prefer tumblr. it's where i first learned terms like otherkin and therian over a decade ago, and it seems to have a disproportionately lower number of people who don't actually know what being alterhuman means. i also feel like nowadays tumblr is the best place to find other similarly identifying adults as far as social media goes, where other platforms like tiktok or reddit are full of sometimes pretty young teenagers (which is fine, i was 14 or 15 when i discovered this community, but i prefer to interact with other adults at my current age).
no matter how active or inactive i might be on this blog, and despite the problems it of course still has, i will always consider the tumblr community as home <3
The Getaway - Chapter 17: The Storm
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Extract:
He wasn’t entirely lying. Now that he was fully awake, Jekyll recalled that he had been dreaming about his experiment again. It often haunted his dreams: the failures, the fears that his countless attempts may end up in poisoning or something more fatal. These often manifested into nightmares, but worse were the dreams where he succeeded.
He would taste the sweet nectar of success upon his tongue, feel his mind clear of all distractions and pain and at last, he would be free.
Only to awake and feel the crushing weight of reality slamming down upon his shoulders like an anvil. He would be left feeling exhausted and drained of all joy, tears of failure pricking and stinging at the corners of his eyes. It’s not fair, he would think, bitterly, miserably. It’s not fair.
“What are you thinking about?”
Utterson’s soft baritone lifted Jekyll out of his self-deprecating thoughts, back into the present, surrounded by the sounds of rain and the soft ticking of the lawyer’s pocket watch lying on his nightstand.
“Poole, mostly,” Jekyll lied, the words coming to him too easily. He hesitated, guilt quickly coiling into his gut afterwards, as he so hated lying to Utterson. “And my work back in London,” he added, careful to keep his voice neutral.
Utterson shuffled up into a seated position, clasping his hands in his lap, his slender fingers falling into the folds of the bedcovers. Jekyll swallowed and opened up his book, finding where he had left off in the Fritters section.
“I hadn't seen much of you as of late before we left,” Utterson mused. “I assumed you were engrossed in some new project.”
Jekyll knew he had been withdrawing from his daily life in the past few months, but only now did he realise that in his fervour, utterly consumed by his mission to find a cure to the horrors within his own head, he had completely forgotten about the people in his life that cared for him.
“Yes…I was,” he replied slowly, stomach twisting with remorse. “I am.”
Utterson fixed him with his honest brown eyes, curiosity brewing in his stare.
“Is it of great importance?”
Jekyll wanted to laugh, scream, cry. My God, he truly had no idea, did he?
17 year old me in GCSE English Lit: do you think Jekyll and Utterson ever explored each other’s bodies
my friend: what is wrong with you