#* henry 01

[madelyngarnier]

She watched him with a curious interest. Not because she actually cared whether he found her attractive or not, but mainly because she wondered if he was just saying it to avoid being rude. She figured he hadn't had an issue pissing her off earlier that day so he wouldn't now. "Have you come to that conclusion now that you're seeing me under a less offensive light?" She was in a better mood, wasn't jumping down his throat after he came at her with attitude. "Or was it something else?"

Part of her wondered if he'd found it attractive that she'd stood her ground and told him off— because most men were weird like that. Maybe it wasn't even something he'd thought about until she flipped the question back on him. Who knew— it didn't really matter in the end.

"I'm not from here." She spoke quickly, almost as if it was an insult that he believed she'd be from such a town. Her hometown was much larger and livelier, despite the fact that she'd only been here for a week and a few hours. But her mind was made up and she couldn't wait to get out of dodge as soon as possible. Though, if she looked internally, maybe she'd conclude that a lot of her dislike for the town and desire to leave had more to do with a flight reaction to confronting her ex partner for the first time in thirteen years.

"I'm here because I need to settle something that's been kind of haunting me for a long time. Hence why I'm a little wound up and in my head a lot." Her finger tapped the side of the drink. "This was my attempt at getting myself to loosen up a bit. Not sure that it's doing the job just yet."

"You aren't denying it." He met her gaze with a challenging look, well aware of his obnoxious stance on the matter. Even if she hadn't said it, she'd still confirmed the echoed question. What he hadn't anticipated was her turning the tables on him. A few beats passed between them, the gears within his mind working overtime. He could play the same game she'd played, avoidance, or he could fire back in a way that would surprise the both of them. "I do," he countered, choosing the latter of options.

Reading people was something he'd never been good at, but talking to them? It was a natural talent that had paid off in both of his career ventures. It didn't stop him from trying to read those he interacted with at the bar though. With the redhead before him now, it was even more complicated than usual. They'd gone from yelling at one another in the street to conversing like adults who hadn't wished ill upon the other just hours earlier.

"Yeah," he confirmed lowly, neck craning slightly as he opted not to read too much into her comment. They were barely on a first name basis, any thought past that was a risky assumption to make.

His grin widened a bit as she echoed his name. It seemed like a small victory considering where they'd started. "I think that's fair." After all, it was a wonder they'd made it to formal introductions to begin with. He angled himself towards the redhead, open to the conversation and hopeful that he wouldn't dig himself an even deeper hole than he already had. "So, Madelyn," he started, mindful of his lack of nickname standing, "You're an attorney. What else am I allowed to know about you? Are you from around here?"

[tughrul]

I charge you to investigate the matter thoroughly. Do not desist until you have reached to the bottom of the pot. In the meantime, the Queen shall be confined to her apartments, with only Lady Rochford in attendance, until her name is cleared. JONATHON RHYS MEYERS as HENRY VIII THE TUDORS — 04x05: Bottom of the Pot

[irzaozer]

closed starter @henryknight

location: the cozy cup

Irza stepped into The Cozy Cup, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Ember. Ever since the attempted kidnapping, he’d been anxious. He couldn't shake the image of her shaken face that day. As he approached the counter, his eyes unfocused and his steps automatic, he accidentally bumped into someone. The collision snapped him back to reality, and he turned to see a familiar face. It was Henry.  "Oh, hey Henry! Sorry about that," he said, flashing the other an awkward smile. "I guess I was lost in my own world there for a second. How've you been?"

[will80sbyers]

I love set design soooo much you don't get itttt

[silveredlies]

who: @sanguisxferox where: Wyrmwood Apothecary,

This was a far simpler place than his current visits. No threats, no cares truly of being found out. Though he'd still have to keep his wits about him. The last thing he needed were more whispers about the Irishman that had temporarily settled within New Orleans, not until he was good and ready to show himself. He wouldn't be surprised if there were already some whispers here and there already. Especially after he had finally brought attention to himself from the Lightless but he had expected as much. Callum in particular was always so paranoid.

But his arrival into the shop wasn't to do with any of those gangs, it was a far more personal interest. A family that had once been so ordinary...now linked to deities and powers and all sorts of tales. Utter nonsense but it wasn't as if they would just come out and say it. Even if he had once had ties with the family, that was so long ago that it was likely a forgotten tale of the immortal man with his mortal family. Invitations to dinner when they visited his country, good conversation; all of that was over a thousand years ago now and better left in the dust.

Corvinus spotted him, giving his best smile to the face he had seen when looking up the family. "Mr. Cohen, is it?" he asked with that charming personality, "My name's Corvinus O'Caomhain. I understand this isn't very...typical but I heard you're quite the witch when it comes to potions and brews. Something I've struggled with, I'm afraid. I don't suppose you might have any tips? Lessons? Internships if you want to call it that?" He had no issue giving his family name. After all, the connections were far too distant for anyone to remember surely.

[henrysglock]

Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go)

WAKE ME UP (WAKE ME UP INSIDE)

Wake Me Up (When September Ends)

Wake Me Up (When It’s All Over)

[llumimoon]

everytime i go out driving with my mom i consider crashing the car and killing the both of us lol

[misaligncd]

@exsanguinatc liked for a starter from here (1/3)

"what are you doing here?" asked henri, his tone showing how bored he was already. mostly because he had thought that he had made himself clear," i gave you what you asked for, i told you that would be it and yet here you are and i am afraid i don't have time for this."

[emberwexley]

Who: @henrisolivier Where: The Olivier Penthouse When: March 15th, Mid afternoon

Knuckles rapping in a cute little pattern on the door she was pretty she'd never once knocked on in her entire life, Ember waited while her fingers fiddled with the string of the Louis Vuitton shopping bag she carried with her.

The interaction with his wife had really stuck with her, and Ember just couldn't get the image of the classic looking woman in a beautiful dress that would be appreciated by someone who would get the historical importance of the piece. So... if she was worried he wouldn't like it, Ember figured she'd bring it up with the good professor himself.

Even if he was incredibly intimidating.

Looking up at him with a smile when the door finally opened, Ember held up the bag s little with both hands. "I come baring gifts."

[shootiinstars]

@mortau said: "Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain." (Henri)

It’s not her fault they caught her stuffing jolly ranchers in her cheeks! She needs to see how many she can fit! For science!

          “ What do you mean? ”     is what she meant to say, but they probably can’t understand her, what with all of the melting hard candies stuck in her mouth. Did she even think of how they might stick to the brackets of her braces? Well! That’s a problem for later Mabel!

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[deanstrickland]

❛ HENRY & DEAN. — WHATEVER BEACH IN WRIGHTSVILLE.

Whenever he could carve out even ten minutes in his day it was likely that Dean would be at the beach and in the water. His board was always ready and so was he. After a morning surf and sometime spent at the shop Dean had returned to Wrightsville Beach. He hated the summertime for how much it crowded the sands and the water. How Wilmington became a tourist destination and everyone seemed determined to get on his last nerve. But he was back regardless. The man knew how to shove his way around the surf. With his board under arm he stopped and turned back to @henryknight with a little advice... "You plannin' on heading out there? Just beware there's a stronger undercurrent today and there was some shark activity this morning." Last thing he needed was some blood and guts and panic ruining his surf.

[tughrul]

It is Spain that has turned brother against brother. They promised you the throne and they betrayed you. [...] Spain is going after England now. Believing they've already succeeded in tearing this house apart. REIGN — 04x16: All It Cost Her

[ulircursed]

"Aw heck! Get a load of your bird!" Henry cackled, reeling his stomach back at the cute little thing. A pigeon at a ball, who woulda thought? It was a good thing you caught this guy outside, 'cause you could call in the calvary...! Raising his arm up, a hurricane of black feathers came up to roost, three crows perching on him, all comfy cozy. "Here, say hello!"

All three of them cawed, a cacophony of shrill notes played over his shoulders. "I didn't know we were allowed to bring 'em in! You sure are bold for that..."

"Or should I say, you're crow-ageous for that? Nya ha ha!"

"Wh—" With barely any warning, the man had summoned a trio of crows, all staring directly at him with almost uncanny intelligence in their eyes as they cawed. Andrei tenses, the (bad) joke doing little to ease the feeling of suddenly being outnumbered. The crows do seem to respond to the other's command, or at least his voice, as though they were trained.

Still, he'd best not take any chances. "I do hope they would not hurt a younger bird," he says warily, holding Cranberry in his hand and preparing to fend off an attack should it come, "I will admit I am uncertain of what a crow finds entertaining."

Well... they like shiny trinkets, don't they? He briefly looks down at his brooch, with the crystal gleaming upon it. Perhaps it would convince them to be more friendly. Unpinning it from his coat, he holds it out towards the trio in a tentative offering.

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

July 01: Happy Birthday Dr. Henry Walton Jones II / Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)!!!!

He was born in 1899, which would make him 124 years old today!

[muutosarchive]

@spring-lxcked / asked for a moodboard for our muses.

henry emily & william afton

[herofell]

this ain't much, but it's all i have. @doomdays

he's not used to feeling so deeply uncomfortable, so exposed. after years of being alone, surrounding himself with strangers, under normal circumstances, he should feel relieved to see a familiar face after all this time, excited to be able to catch up with someone he used to be so close with, but all he feels is dread. henry knows, has to know, what happened to his family, has to know everyone says it's him that did it. (because it was, but it's not as simple as just that.) ashton emerson had never been known for anger, always the calm one, always kind, but that's all ace knows anymore— so it's natural now that his response now is indignant, irritated.

“ do i look like i need a handout? ” realistically, he probably does, given how battered he is, as if he's just gotten his ass kicked. it's a regular look for him now, but it wasn't back then. “ just cut the shit, are you going to call the cops or not? ” there would normally be a threat that follows, because while he deserves the punishment, he doesn't want to go to jail, to rot for something he never wanted to happen in the first place, but it's sam's presence that stops him. he remembers just enough to assume it's henry's brother, although they never had the chance to meet. he'll bite back his tongue for now, just for the kid.