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bansheeoftheforest · 2 years

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Sappy [A Very Fluffy Jekshire Fic]

SO uhm. This is the first thing I've written since October, merely because I've Not Felt The Motivation but today my lovely friend Axol blessed the discord server with a Jekshire fic that singlehandedly got me out of writer's block. Congratulations! Now you guys have to deal with me being sappy <3

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Wordcount: 2567

Summary: Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire was never a sentimental man, but... Perhaps there were moments where he could allow himself to be.

Relationships: Dr. Henry Jekyll/Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire, Jekshire.

CW: None apply.

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Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire couldn’t necessarily say that he was experienced when it came to love.

Perhaps a few ladies had caught his eye once or twice in his youth. Perhaps he, too, had shared and enjoyed the stories of his colleagues and classmates of women at bars that spared them more than a few glances. Perhaps he had... Occasionally, enjoyed the view of the delicately and tastefully nude men on paintings that dotted London-- in the houses of the wealthy that he frequently examined and the historic monuments where the human body was sculpted to perfection, perhaps he would even go as far as to say that a few fellows had managed to get him to look twice when he passed them on the street, but he had never indulged. The thought never really crossed his mind, either. When he was out drinking with his friends, off-duty and merry, he kept his gaze at the cards on the table and his focus on his colleagues, he didn’t let his eyes wander to the many ladies and occasional prostitutes that would look for an eager lad to put their attention on. If they tried to go his way he’d merely shake his head or ignore them, directing them to someone else, someone more willing. Sometimes he longed to feel someone beside him, sometimes he longed for the company, but he never indulged. God, no. He never did, he didn’t want to.

“My heart lays within my work,” he’d often joke during the few times someone would question his solitary decision, wanting to avoid an explanation, wanting to give them a somewhat satisfying answer, “my love is within the law.”

Perhaps he wasn’t necessarily lying, but... Sometimes he did yearn. Sometimes, not often.

Well, he had yearned for someone, that someone would come into his life. Now he just longed for said person.

Perhaps it was the charming smiles, perhaps it was the sparkles that seemed to surround him, perhaps... Perhaps it was the frequent meetings where they would put their attention directly on the Sergeant, and almost ignore the people around them. A siren, perhaps. Or maybe an incubus. Perhaps it was even witchcraft. Whatever it was... Whenever the gentle, genial doctor was in the room... Brokenshire’s knees felt weak, his skin would burn up, his body would sweat, and yet it always earned a gentle conversation of concern and an ungloved hand of soft skin upon the Sergeant’s forehead.

Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire had fallen in love with Doctor Henry Jekyll without even noticing, so fast he couldn’t stop it, a fall into a bottomless abyss that didn’t give mercy.

And yet... The doctor had fallen in love with him, too.

Enoch couldn’t say he knew how it all started. At some point they both just knew-- or perhaps Henry knew, and had deemed Enoch worthy. Enoch couldn’t even attempt to understand it, he couldn’t even attempt to understand how he, of all people, was enough for the doctor. There were a million men and a million women that would gladly fall to Henry’s feet, all of them considerably better than Enoch, and yet... Henry had chosen him. They-- they became friends. They met during the dreadfully boring and incredibly fancy banquets that Enoch soon was forced to attend; Henry was in the spotlight of every outing he attended, and yet he had always seemed to light up once he spotted the ginger hair and the soft frown. They would stand by the side and converse late into the night. At some point, the doctor had begun to invite Enoch to his dinner parties. At some point, he invited him alone to his home. Every day, the sergeant fell harder, and harder, and harder. Every day, the doctor toyed with his heart.

One night, Dr. Jekyll had invited him over, alone. It had been late, the gaslamps already lit, the small fires reflecting upon the shadow-cast stone paths and murals. He hadn’t known what to expect, he had been tense the entire evening... They spent it drinking fine wines in Henry’s personal study, sitting on a couch slightly too small to fit both of them, the alcohol took over their bodies like demonic possession. Warm light from a roaring fireplace had illuminated the doctor’s gentle frame, his fragile body, and his exquisite clothing. They were more than just tipsy, the laugh that the doctor had let out at a small joke that Enoch had managed to press out was one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard-- more beautiful than any piece of art any man had been able to capture, something only described as lovingly indescribable. Something only shown in dreams, something that captured you and changed you. They had locked eyes, the doctor had quieted, and they had both realized the situation they were in.

They could sit there, next to each other, and enjoy each other’s company; they could bask themselves in the comfort of safety, without the worry of risks or misreadings. They could continue to drink, they could continue to spend time together, and then when it was time for Brokenshire to leave, he would do so without problems. They wouldn’t speak of what they were feeling or the thoughts that swirled in their heads that evening, they’d forget about it. Yet... They could also admit to themselves and each other what they really, truly yearned for. Brokenshire could admit that his heart had been captured by a man he couldn’t have-- not only were they both men, but Dr. Jekyll... Was not like him. Dr. Jekyll was well-loved and well-admired, Brokenshire... Not so much. Everything was so complicated, Enoch couldn’t say that he’d ever felt... Shame for his liking for other men, but... It wasn’t like the doctor would have him, or could have him.

They were staring at each other as if caught in time. They didn’t realize for how long they sat there, inching closer for every moment that passed. Enoch was too caught up in his own thoughts and worries, worries he’d rather not think of. Henry... Seemed to have a pretty empty head, he didn’t seem to worry, he seemed to relax, or perhaps Enoch would have noticed the drunk yearning in those red eyes if he wasn’t so distracted.

They could feel their breaths hit each other’s faces, they were so close that their noses almost brushed together. Enoch did not know how they ended up like this, and yet he had hesitated.

Henry had not.

With a sweep lean forward, the doctor had closed the already small space between them. His soft hand-- cold but slowly heated by the warmth of the fire-- had been placed on the ruffled patch of Enoch’s beard, their lips met, both of them had let out a sound of surprise and yet Henry was so clearly indulging. With the little that the sergeant could see in his drunken state, right before he, too, allowed himself to indulge... The doctor had the same grin preserved for the rich desserts that he so often seemed to enjoy during the many dinners of aristocrats he attended, filled with flavor and longing and greed, wanting for more.

They were both drunk. Deep down, Enoch had wanted to pull back, pull back and go back to his cocoon of familiarity and safety and comfort, but he couldn’t. Once both of Henry’s hands were on his face, the gentle tugging became undeniable. He pulled the sergeant in, soon the delicate doctor was sprawled under the heavier build of the older man. Delicate and gorgeous, on display for no one but Enoch to see. Even then, sooner or later, they both had to pull away. They chased each other, they both pulled back, allowing them a few moments to breathe. The smell of wine on their breaths was evident. Soft, gentle gasps that echoed in the room, echoed into Enoch’s ears and carved his heart. A warm, comforting smile soon appeared upon the doctor’s lips... His eyes were heavily lidded, drunk and tired but happy .

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages,” Henry confessed, tilting his head back as he examined the man on top of him, showing off his elegant neck tinted with pink from a blush. The confession felt sinful, something reserved for the early mornings of church attendance, yet Henry said it so freely. His thumb brushed over Enoch’s thick lips, hidden under his mustache, gently parting them and exploring. “I’ve always wondered how your lips felt like... And now I know.”

And now he knew.

And Enoch knew that he’d never be able to escape. He was fallen, he had fallen right by Henry’s feet, and in this very moment... Enoch felt invincible, yet so very vulnerable.

He wouldn’t have been able to speak even if he wanted to. His tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth, he couldn’t even bring himself to do any sound at all. But Henry took the silence as an invitation, soon he brought the older man down again, lips meeting once more... And this time, Enoch dared. Soon the older man-- tougher and rougher and yet so inexperienced-- took the lead, and Henry eagerly followed. Their bodies met, their bodies didn’t separate the entire night. The morning after had been nothing but a haze, to wake up entangled with a half-dressed body and another one pressed up against his own, hungover from the many glasses of wine too many. They had been too disorientated and enchanted to think about what they had done, think about the things they had barely remembered. A night so unforgettable slipped their minds, they woke up with dazed expressions and slurred greetings. Something so unusual and sinful felt so... Normal, so welcome. Enoch knew that he would never get used to waking up alone after that night, that morning... And he didn’t. He never got used to it, he didn’t need to. But he did get used to waking up with the delicate, soft body of his newfound lover in his arms, sprawling out like a cat in a sunray but the warmth being that of Enoch himself. Soft fingertips and gentle bites would explore his body, innocently, to lull him out of his sleep in the mornings, and Enoch would always prefer the touch of his love to anything to wake up to.

Dr. Jekyll was a tease, his favorite pastime would always be to get his lover’s face to become as red as his hair, nothing seemed to amuse him more than the days they crossed paths during their workdays and they could share a moment alone, bodies pressed against each other with a wall for support. His favorite teas were a mix of peppermint and berries, his favorite time of day was dusk, just after they had gone to bed and just before they had fallen asleep. His favorite place, as the doctor had stated himself, was in Enoch’s arms. Words could not describe how loved Enoch felt, simply by being in the same room as the other man. He wondered if Henry felt the same. If Henry felt his own heart beating faster at the sight of the sergeant, if Henry longed and yearned for the quiet evenings when they were both off of work and could bask in each other’s presence, no one existing but them. He wondered if thought of him when they had to work nights and couldn’t spend it wrapped in each other’s arms until the late morning. He wondered how Henry felt, he wondered if he knew how much he loved him, he wondered if Henry loved him as much as Enoch loved him. It would not matter, of course, you could not measure love. So precise and longing, so uncertain and carefree, so... So...

“Enoch..?”

Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire had disappeared in his thoughts again. Perhaps it had been the wine they had shared after dinner, perhaps it was the absent mind after a long shift at the station. Either way, he soon heard the soft, tired voice of his lover speak up. They were seated in front of the fireplace in Enoch’s apartment, Enoch himself sat in his favorite armchair, legs rested upon a footstool while his lover’s meek body laid atop of his, in his lap. His head was placed against Enoch’s shoulder, his ruffled hair sprawled and tangled together with the sergeant’s newly trimmed beard. Henry’s fingers had traveled along and explored Enoch’s exposed neck, having unbuttoned one or two buttons of his collar for more access. The exhausted man in his lap had stopped his movement, Enoch nibbled on the end of his pipe as his gaze turned towards his beloved.

“Yes, love?”

The other man didn’t have to say anything, it was not needed. The way his body became limp in Enoch’s embrace was enough for the older man to know that Henry was tired and that it was time for bed. From his seat, Enoch managed to dump the rest-- which was not a lot, mind you-- of his tobacco in the fireplace, placing his pipe on the coffee table to be cleaned later. It was not until then that his arms wrapped around the body of his lover, one around his back and the other under his knees, as he moved them both. Zosi and Ralphie-- their respective pups-- were still fast asleep by their shared bed in the living room, neither seemingly getting disturbed by their masters’ movement. Soft footsteps continued through the apartment, into the bedroom.

Henry was already fast asleep by the time that Enoch managed to move the neatly made blanket and place him down on their bed. Fortunately, he didn’t need to wake Henry up to change him into a pair of nightclothes, as they both already had changed for the night long before the exhaustion had snuck upon them. He watched his lover for just a moment, watching the way he cuddled into the sheets, right before he moved towards the lone window in the room, closing the curtains to allow them a bit of a lazy morning the next day, both having taken tomorrow off to spend time with each other. His gaze traveled back to his beloved doctor soon enough, a soft and loving sigh escaped his lips. He was already curled up and snoozing, his back turned against Enoch, and yet it did not take long for the sergeant to climb into bed and wrap his arms around his lover, cuddling him from behind, pulling the blanket up over the two of them. Another sigh escaped him, just as yearning as the one before, as he nuzzled his nose and his lips against the back of Henry’s neck.

To be loved by a man like Dr. Henry Jekyll was a rare privilege, one that Enoch was thankful for and prayed to have every day. It was a blessing, it really was a blessing to be the one that would wake up to Henry’s morning smiles, the one to watch him dress, the one to share a good breakfast with him, the one to be able to love him.

Sergeant Enoch Brokenshire was not a sentimental man, but as he began to doze off to his lover’s soft breaths... He had to admit that he could get quite sappy, sometimes, but only for his Henry.

——————————————— Between you and me... Please do feel free to send me some Jekshire asks, I’ve been brainrotting for them for weeks now <3 ———————————————

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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Do you perhaps have some Jekshire thoughts you could share? I cannot get enough of this unfortunately very niche ship.

Hehe hehehe heheheheehhehe hehehhe heh <3

I... Might have gone a bit off board with this but hehe... Somehow this ended up being mostly about how they got together and the beginning of their relationship but??? eh <3

While Henry hadn't really realized his bisexuality until he met Robert and immediately felt ashamed by it, Enoch had always had a hum about his bisexuality. Except, of course, he chalked it up to him and his pals just being bros. Just pals being dudes. Lads being guys. Nothing unusual with that. Although when he did realize that maybe he thought guys looked... Ahem, better than most other guys would think, he just shrugged it off and didn’t give a single shit about it, though <3

Enoch was one of the first persons that Henry saw when he entered London for the first time; Enoch was an officer-in-training patrolling the London borders with his higher-ups, and Henry was an eager student about to make his way straight to the University campus. They shared a short glance and Enoch couldn't help but feel like Henry was awfully cute, although he didn't even catch those thoughts himself.

It's no secret that Henry-- as a young, successful doctor, bachelor, and just generally a good and attractive person-- has a lot of people that has a crush on him, yet he doesn't notice that himself. He catches people's heart like they are flies flocking to his light, Enoch was no different, although it took a handful of more encounters with him in their latter years for him to realize that. Henry remained blissfully unaware.

Enoch has always been good at hiding his emotions and keeping them away from his workplace, but when he came back from a patrol after just having ran into Dr. Jekyll and shared a brief chat with him, it was not hard for the other officers to notice that something was... Hm, unusual with Brokenshire that day.

It took only a handful of more solo patrols and Enoch coming back like he had just gotten a red-faced spring allergy with soft grumbling for Jenkins and Wipple realize he kept meeting an object of his affections. Cue a lot of teasing. Cue a lot of protests from Brokenshire. Cue a lot of drunkenly getting his feelings out to his friends by simply making it seem like Henry is a married woman that Enoch accidentally had fallen for. Cue a lot of sympathy and even more teasing.

So if he suddenly had a lot of solo patrols by the Society, then he would just say it was his sheer luck.

He ends up accidentally running into Henry a lot. Henry always seems pleasantly delighted and surprised. Enoch can never really help but feel extremely giddy about it.

They never really formally became friends until they both attended an event held by the commissioner. Both being close friends to their mutual associate, the two of them ended up running into each other again quite quickly.

Or more like, Henry saw Brokenshire standing in a corner, dressed in his finest (and only) formal suit while sipping wine. It had taken exactly half a moment for Henry to completely abandon whatever friends he had been chatting up to make his way over to the lonely sergeant. A sergeant who very much tried to hide his blush and fluster while trying to not choke on his wine.

They ended up casually talking for the first time during that event, they both learned a lot about each other-- Henry often spoke of Glasgow with Brokenshire, who’s family had immigrated from Edinburgh to London before he was born.

While they started casually talking during the event, they soon began to spend more time together. Enoch quickly learned that Henry’s reputation of being someone who very much will talk someone’s ears off wasn’t an overstatement, yet he found it quite endearing. Soon Enoch would find himself accompanied by the doctor during his lonely patrols in Westminster, and soon Henry found himself getting escorted to his meetings by a particularly bored sergeant who always seemed to catch him at the right time.

It really did not take long for Enoch to realize why the commissioner was so fond of Henry, and it really did not take long for his sudden crush on the other man to get a bit overwhelming.

Henry, meanwhile, had been too caught up with the actual events of TGS to fully notice his own growing fondness for the sergeant. Or more like, he saw the signs but refused to confront them in fear of repeating what happened to him and Robert... And, well, falling for a police officer who wants another part of him dead.

That plan went straight to hell. Henry soon caught himself following the sergeant like an affectionate puppy, and his little love-sickness was quickly noticed by a handful of Lodgers who desperately wanted to know who had managed to get suck a reaction out of him. The fact that Henry was suddenly spending more and more time with Enoch seemed to go completely unnoticed by everyone.

Neither of them really realized their feelings for each other until Brokenshire found Henry stumbling down the street one night; his body was beaten and bruised, his clothes were torn, and he had just managed to escape a nasty bar-fight that Hyde had gotten him into. It was just his luck that he had managed to escape enough to get some HJ7 into him. Enoch had decided that the Society or the hospital were both too far away, so he took him into the station instead. Yet he merely told the other officers to find the offenders while he patched up Henry.

It was certainly unprofessional of him to place Henry down on his own chair in his office before gently placing the palm of his coarse hand on the other’s cheek as he began to clean the wounds and the dried blood from the nosebleed, and yet neither could say that they minded. Something about having Enoch’s large hand on his sensitive face made Henry melt into the touch, something about seeing Henry’s eyes flutter close at the careful touches got Enoch’s heart beating faster and faster.

Henry had been... Quite out of it, so to speak. Enoch had not known if it was because he was horribly drunk or had suffered a nasty hit to the head, but as he carefully began to question him about what had happened, the way Henry would almost grin and tilt his head upwards (almost as if he was proud of it) got a completely unnecessary blush to reach Enoch’s cheeks.

Enoch helped Henry back to the Society, and yet he could not keep himself from visiting the next morning. “Just to make sure he is fine”, he had told himself. Well, the Lodgers did not believe that, and poor hangover Henry woke up to the sound of a lot of yelling from the foyer. The Lodgers were too busy trying to shoo the sergeant (who was off-duty, mind you) to notice the doctor. Enoch noticed him immediately and yet he hated how his heartbeat began to pick up again.

It all ended up with Henry inviting Enoch into his office for a bit of tea... Which, in itself, ended up with the two of them sitting closer to each other than probably should have been socially acceptable. Neither could deny that it probably wasn’t the steaming tea that warmed them up, neither could deny that their companion was looking too good for their own good in that soft morning light.

Henry was too hungover to really think straight, soon they ended up gazing at each other and neither could look away. Suddenly Henry felt himself coming closer, he heard how Brokenshire’s breath hitched, yet neither pulled away. They noses brushed together, both knew that they should probably pull away, and neither did. In the end, it was Enoch who placed his hand on Henry’s cheek and closed the distance between them.

Enoch and Henry didn’t leave the office for hours. Both could consider themselves lucky that Enoch had a day off and Henry had nothing scheduled.

Ahaha anyways time for some actual hcs about this ship.

Enoch is very protective of Henry. Like, stupidly protective, and yet he always makes sure that he never overwhelm Henry with it. He just worries a lot for his lover and especially since he knows what a cruel world they live in and how terrible Henry is at taking care of and loving himself. Henry thinks it’s quite sweet, especially just because he thinks it’s nice to have a lover who actually cares about him.

Both Enoch and Henry love dogs. Enoch does not bat an eye at church grims. Rachel had to physically restrain both of them from adopting an entire graveyard filled with church grims after many of the smaller churches in London were destroyed to make way for new apartments.

Cuddles. SO much cuddles. Neither are big at PDA or physical affection otherwise but jesus christ so many cuddles. It goes to the point where neither can sleep without the other, so Henry has to constantly sneak out of the Society (or his own house) to get to Enoch’s apartment since he doesn’t want to risk his servants or the Lodgers getting suspicious. Enoch always waits for him with a cup of peppermint tea for him when he comes by during the night.

Henry has a thing for men in uniform. That’s it. That’s the post /hj.

Enoch is the only person that Henry feels comfortable actually slipping into his Scottish accent with. He doesn’t try to stop it when he is incredibly tired or incredibly drunk because in the end, it wasn’t like Enoch didn’t have a thick accent all the time.

Surprisingly, Enoch is the one that has to patch Henry up a lot. For being a doctor, he really has no idea how to take care of himself or how to deem a wound serious enough to treat, or potions dangerous enough to not test on himself. Enoch always patches him up and Henry always melts into his hands like an ice-cube by a candle. By the rare instances that Enoch does get hurt while on duty, he loves watching Henry fretting over him.

(Plus, he can freely demand as many kisses as he wants when he is bedridden because Henry can’t complain about it).

They are the same height-- or Enoch is slightly taller, but Henry wears heeled shoes so they don’t really notice until Henry takes the shoes off and suddenly he feels like Enoch became a goddamn tree. Enoch loves those moments more than he could possibly describe.

Enoch manhandles Henry a lot. He stays up late and refuses to go to bed? Enoch throws him over his shoulder and takes him to bed. Henry is teasing him or they are play fighting? Henry squeals as he suddenly get picked up bridal style. Enoch is incredibly strong and Henry weighs like... Nothing. Plus, his squeals are incredibly endearing.

Sometimes Enoch will wake up in the morning only to see Henry already awake playing with Ralphie and Zosi, and sometimes Enoch will swear that Henry only started dating him to steal his dog.

(Henry will only partially deny that).

Wipple and Jenkins once went on a surprise visit to Enoch’s apartment, having gotten a spare key each “for emergencies” (or more like for whenever they feel like annoying their friend). The first thing they saw was Henry and Enoch cuddled up on the couch. Enoch politely told them to get out of his apartment and not speak of this. For once, Wipple and Jenkins kept to that promise (although they did tease him a lot afterwards but hell, if their friend is just going to around dating a man like that it sure as hell should be someone they like as much as Dr. Jekyll).

Somehow, they managed to keep their relationships quite a well-kept secret for many, many years. People only started to get suspicious when both the doctor and the sergeant conveniently retired at the same time and moved out of London. They took their pick-pack and moved into a manor at the outskirts of Edinburgh, forgetting their past life in London. They still kept in touch with their old friends, however, who often came to their home on vacation during the summers.

Just let me have Enoch becoming a grumpy old gay and Henry the tired old gay and just let me have them be happy pls <3

Oohoohohh. Give me tired old Enoch and Henry-- both with grey hair and wrinkled faces-- finding a young orphan on the streets when they are buying the groceries. Give me 60/70+ year old Enoch and Henry becoming dads <3<3<3

#hehe i spent. My entire morning almost writing this. its 2pm #well to be fair i did have classes inbetween writing this but <3 #ask #aimless--photography #tgs #the glass scientists #tgs jekyll #tgs henry jekyll #tgs brokenshire #tgs sergeant brokenshire #the glass scientists jekyll #the glass scientists henry jekyll #the glass scientists brokenshire #the glass scientists sergeant brokenshire #tgs jekshire #the glass scientists jekshire

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an-army-of-nightmares · 3 years

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Hey, uh, this is very random but I remember I post you made (I think you got an ask from a mutual) about your fave ships in tgs/fave rarepairs (I believe Jekffin, Jekshire, etc, was among those on that post?) And I just wanted to ask if you had any general HCS/ideas about those ships from that post that you'd like to share? I ship p much all of them and my creativity well is running very dry at the moment 👉��

Here it is! ^

Ah, I'm not very good at ship headcanons. I usually just imagine them together and I'm not sure how to describe or give them distinct things other than just general good caring about each other n stuff XD. Anyone else can add on to this if they want :> (please)

Jekffin: most non-tgs Jekffin I see have Griffin tease Jekyll which I think is a bit fun. they both have a crush on each other and they're both idiots. Griffin is usually the flirty one while Jekyll's a flustered mess

Jekshire: Jekyll is mostly oblivious and Brokenshire has a huge crush. I'm gonna be honest here I never really imagined this past the crush phase. Sometimes you gotta go to The Society of Arcane Sciences after finishing your shift at 2am and carry your gently struggling boyfriend home because otherwise he would do an all nighter. Cuddles on a bed with with several dogs and animals of questionable origin. Soup

Daylight trio: The fact that daylight trio always knows Jekyll's identity is just the perfect icing on the perfect cake. No secrets, no drama, only good times and kisses. Oh heck stealing each other's clothes would be fun

I still dont know what Jekyll x Emma is called: I do not see the musical. The musical may not touch this. No cheating allowed. Emma is absolutely enamoured by Jekyll. Like at first she mostly had an 'oh he's pretty' crush but after seeing more of him it's become 'oh I love this idiot'. Jekyll climbing up her window to say hi because it's late and he didn't want to seem rude or awkward by asking to go inside at the door at this time at night (and proceeding to fall and knock the wind out of him. Emma asks if he's ok and he just gives a thumbs up, she giggles at that)

Since this is all, probably not that great and honestly pretty one sided to how the others act rather then Jekyll. Here's my Darlene playlist

👉😎👉

#I am aware that it was once stated Jekyll and tell whenever someone likes him #however I have long since decided anything not stated in comic is something I can ignore #and you can always interpret it as. Jekyll can only notice when /strangers/ like him #wahhaha i mostly think about them in the crush phase because i think thats fun and it gives me something to actually say other then they ca #e for each other #ask #tgs jekffin #tgs jekshire #daylight trio #🎶music🎶#the nightmares return 💌#jekshire

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an-army-of-nightmares · 3 years

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In the light of the Jekffin post you just posted, what are your favourite rarepairs in TGS? 👀

*Oops all Jekyll's!*

Alright in no particular order! My tgs rarepairs <3 (a few of these started as "crack ships" I got too attached to bsksndks)

-Jekffin (Jekyll × Griffin)

-Daylight trio (Jekyll x The Couple) and by extension Moonlight trio (Hyde x The Couple)

-Jekyll x Brokenshire (there is 1 (one) fic. Also. Jekshire? Brokyll? I like Jekshire)

-Jekyll x Emma Carew (I'm certain there's an actual ship name for this one) I think they're v cute together, and if this was proper a list it'd be decently high up there) (Is this less of a rare pair? I mean its definitely shipped, just not so much in tgs)

- u h. Oh yeah Jekyll x Dorian but that's not an "I think they're good for each other" ship. It's an "Theyll make each other worse and somebody dies" ship

#Jekyll x All The Lodgers /j #and. not a ship. but i think Jekyll and creature should be friends <3 #not alot of women in this list sadly. main tgs girls are too young or taken. and the lodgers id like to know more about #we know less about their individual personalities than brokenshire #griffin is only there because he has 'I already ship this w/o tgs' rights #dorain has his own book rights AND 'this is a background character who well never see again' rights #(bg are easier to force a personality on than the lodgers)#ask #tgs jekyll #the glass scientists #'why are these all Jekyll's?' sometimes I join a fandom and only care about 1 character and 90% of the time its the j&h/secret identity one #Bonus ship: design-less ocs (that ill never post and you cant make me because nothing makes sense and designing ocs makes me cry)#bonus bonus: crossover ships #like i am actually sitting here trying to think of ANY tgs ships that dont involve jekyll and my mind is completely blank #aaaaAHHHHHH #i cant think of any sorry non Jekyll fans 😔 /lh

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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*give you a lil kiss* /p

What's your opinions on tgs animals! And ranked, who is the best? (Ex: Zosi, The Unnamed Church Grim, any of Jasper's animals, Brokenshire's terrier puppy, The Invisible Mice (that can actually been seen in one page of Maijabi's room), Griffin's cat, Maijabi's Monkey, Jekyll's rented carriage horses, etc)

Also heres a picture of Spider :>

Im not kidding when I say that lil kiss boosted my serotonin. Its skyrocketing, i got goosebumps, my day is made sdjhsdjf

SPIDER BABY. LIL CRIME BABY. She looks like two different cats. Lil bby girl ;-; (this is a long post, I'm putting a read more just to not clog anyone's dash sdfds)

Now, for the actual question... To put it simply; I love all the animals in TGS. I love them all. I want them all so badly. Even the mice. I think Sabrina did a wonderful job designing them and make them all unique!! Now, I have no idea if you actually wanted me to rank all of them but I'm going to do so anyway, so- heh.

1. Zosi. That's a very obvious choice because that lil baby owns my heart. I can remember first checking out TGS, reading the first chapter before going to sleep that night, and I remember spamming my sister with "OMG I LOVE ZOSI ALREADY", despite her not knowing shit about TGS, so that was fun. Plus... How can that lil boi not deserve anything but a first place? I have also forced one of my artist friends to draw Zosi multiple times, despite her refusing to read TGS... :(

2. Griffin's cat. We see them for like... A page? Maybe two? But that lil kitty is absolutely adorable. I do wonder what Griffin did to them that made their eyes like that, though. Maybe we should not question it, as long as Griffin better take good care of that kitty!! As you might have noticed from my Honey Muffins series you requested, I like to imagine that the cat and Zosi are friends as well <3<3<3

3. The unnamed church grims/hell hounds. That page where we see Jasper's creatures?? That three-headed hellhound and the bulldog grim?? I wish I could have them as pets. I hope they are friends with Zosi, he deserves friends!!

4. The pigs we see in Jasper's flashbacks!! Jasper The First is adorable, or was... But I also used to be a GF fan so maybe that's why that pig owns my heart as well <3

5. Christopher the mud phoenix! We don't see a lot of him but he is cute. 10/10 would let him warm up my room during the winter <3

6. The Carriage HorseTM. They are such a pretty horsie!! Look, I'm not necessarily a horse person but... Coming up with Mayhem and having one of my best friends being a giant horse nerd is getting me weak for horses. The horse is so pretty!! They are doing such a good job being a majestic bastard, I bet (and hope) Jekyll spoils all the horses he meets/that drives his carriages.

7. The soot and invisible mice! I love mice and rats (when they aren't... Well... Pests, that is) and what we can see of those mice in the comic... *chef's kiss*. Wonderfully designed. I want a bucket full of them, they are adorable!!

8. All of Jasper's other animals, mostly because there are so many of them that I couldn't possibly try to rank all of them. As a whole, they are all lovely and I love their designs, so they get grouped together quite high <3

9. Brokenshire's terrier puppy. I doubt we will ever see him in the comic so that's why he is ranking so low but, lil bby, I bet Brokenshire is such a good dog owner and I bet (and hope) that he and Henry take Zosi and Ralphie out for walks together (esp if... Ya know, Jekshire... 👉👈👀)

10. Lastly... Maijabi's monkey, mostly because I think it's a liiilll... Creepy? Off-putting? Maybe it's the teeth and the giant holes where the eyes should be, but then again, I think it's a... Doll? Toy? I don't know if it's an actual live animal or a "body" for something to possess and I, I'm sorry to say, I have always thought dolls are creepy 😔

#dfsfsddsf #my artist friend i talked about on the zosi note is now mad at me bc i took a long time answering this #instead of acknowledging her and giving her attention #😔😔#ask #darling-dolly-darlene

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