#maybe henry himself

[definatelymrhyde]

TGS page Spoilers!!! For page sept 16 2024

Okay so I know the last frame with Jekyll is HEARTWRENCHING but can we PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE FORMAT OF THIS PAGE??

The slow monologue and scene lead up until the three last panels were intense and sad yes. Jekyll’s last dialogue is sad, yes but do you know what makes this more sad??

The slow, silent shots where nothing happens and they all just look.

They just look at the closed door for a moment.

Also the way he apologizes for Hyde’s actions as if they were HIM acting. I mean. It KIND OF WAS HIM. In a way, at least.

He treats it as if the whole time it was just a disguise potion, and seeing and hearing Hyde was just a big mind trick to make himself feel better about what he’s done when looking different.

And that’s also heart wrenching.

So anyways, if anybody needs me today, I’ll be busy sobbing over this absolute masterpiece of a page :)

[southparkthetwosidesofacard]

guys I have an au idea, hear me out on this

a gravity falls au thats a jekyll and hyde type deal, with ford being jekyll and bill being hyde

(I know something similar has probably already been done before and that so many animatics have been made with them and confrontation but LET ME COOK CHAT)

also I may or may not have accidentally developed a little bit of an obsession with the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde so if anyone wants to yap about it with me PLEASE LET ME KNOW I NEED TO YAP ABOUT THIS TO SOMEONE

[crossedwithblue]

random thought bc I've been listening to Six on repeat: the queens claim that the only reason they're remembered is because of Henry, but would Henry be one of the most iconic and well-known English monarchs if not for them?

[three-realms-archive]

Hello! We all know (or hopefully perceive the idea) that Satan would be a sweet romantic at heart! So imagine Satan x MC in an arranged marriage in TSL AU! For eg: everything was going well, they’re slowly falling for each other but MC has to keep secrets that hurts Satan! So MC tries gaining his trust by being honest, while Satan falls for MC again, as much as he denies it!

Of course, feel free to discard the idea, no pressure :)

Just A Small, Little Lie (TSL Arranged Marriage! AU)

(first request! i won't lie, i'm relatively new to the fandom and couldn't find any specifics for the tsl!au other than mc being henry and the demon brothers being the seven lords. but! i hope this suffices! all the tsl writings out there seem to have a more darker, sombre tone, too - so i hope that comes across :D but thank you so much, anon, for being my first requester! i hope its decently alright ahaha)

(Full fic under the cut! And feel free to plop ideas in the idea box :D)

Synopsis:

(Takes place in the TSL! AU - reader is Henry).

You used to be a knight serving the Seven Lords, popular amongst all in the realm. Then one day, without warning, the Lord of Corruption orders you to marry the Lord of Masks; of whom you had the closest relationship with out of all his brothers. However, the feelings for him that had once been growing in your heart turn sour as you're required to give up your knighthood, your life and your freedom for this arranged marriage.

Your husband gradually drops his mask, as he falls deeper in love with you.

And you gradually put up your mask, as you fall further out of love with him.

_

You don’t tell your husband that your fingers hurt, as you wind the stems of green willow between them into something that maybe, possibly resembles a flower chain. Fake green willow; because nothing survives here except him, you and the cats he allows to come and go from the castle. Fake green willow; with plastic that splits into sharp prongs that dig into your flesh when you bend it. Your husband’s flower chain is made with real green willow that has long since withered away; but today, for whatever reason he keeps behind the mask he wears, he’s decided to bring the flowers back to life by winding them into a chain. And, for whatever reason, he’s demanded you do the same.

Your flower chain looks horrible. His chain looks perfect. Like your perfect husband, with his perfect kingdom, and your perfect marriage.

The perfect, perfect marriage you never even asked for.

You don’t tell your husband much of anything, nowadays. You remember your days as Henry, the brave knight, who fights against evil and protects the seven, wise sages of the realm. You used to talk with the Lord of Masks before heading off on excursions, during breaks in military council meetings, over private, celebratory dinners… Anytime you could, you’d seek him out. You remember shifting in your seat the first time you had invited him to dinner, avoiding his gaze bashfully as you both had placed your hands on the table, fingers inching ever closer to touch. You remember he had taken your hand in his, lifting it to his lips. You even remember the exact knuckle where his soft, gentle lips had kissed. Such a romantic night; where you were free to speak and laugh and smile as you pleased. Free to possibly even fall in love with him.

… Free. You were free, until the Lord of Corruption had suddenly forced you over to the Lord of Masks as a prize. He had stripped you of your title as a knight, had forbid you from entering any other kingdom, and presented you to his brother with a shackle on your ring finger and a matching mask to wear.

So now, you do what you do best as a knight and steel yourself, putting up your guard. Everything you want to think, say or do… you keep secret.

_

The Lord of Masks doesn’t realise your fingers hurt, as you wind the stems of green willow between them into something that maybe, possibly resembles a flower chain. Fake green willow; because nothing survives here and he wanted you to have only the prettiest things which come close to matching your beauty. Fake green willow; which pales in comparison to the adorable expression on the face of his dear, beloved Henry, your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. He, himself, doesn’t really know why he’s decided to come to your room in the middle of the night to make flower chains, but he tells himself it’s to keep his spouse entertained. Nothing more than his usual behaviour and cunning. To keep up the façade of an upstanding, untouchable member of society.

He marries Henry and keeps them happy.

He shares in Henry’s immense popularity and gets the knight’s military prowess at his disposal.

Such a good deal for Henry, the Lord of Masks thinks… ignoring the unfamiliar, warm heat spreading over his flushed cheeks when you hold out your finished flower necklace out to him.

A good deal for Henry - no, not himself - indeed.

He tells you too much, these days. He remembers talking to you: Henry, the knight - not Henry, his spouse. Faking his smile in the breaks between council meeting and pretending to care before you headed off on military excursions.

But then you had invited him to dinner for the first time after a victory. Then, he had seen expressions he had never seen you show anyone. Not even his brothers. The Henry that wasn't just the tool he could use to conquer territory; nor the Henry he could use to gain status. This Henry smiled at him. Stuttered and faltered and even blushed when he kissed their hand - like the princesses in the fairytales he pretended he didn't love to read, or the fairies illustrated in the bedtime stories he read as a child. Someone enchanting, perfect and loving in a world where's he's only known masks.

So he does what he does best and dons his own mask. Through his various connections in high society, he had covertly pulled the strings and had the marriage arranged himself; masquerading it as his idiot older brother's idea. It’s on-brand; a marriage proposal masked as pure business, so he never has to face what he really feels. But he can pretend. Pretend he was brave enough to get down on one knee, ring in hand. Pretend that his story was exactly like that of the heroes of his favourite tales.

Pretend it wasn't the prince, instead, who was hopelessly, foolishly, in love with his loyal knight.

_

The Lord of Masks smiles. If one looks closely, past the haze of the lamplight, they might be able to notice that the smile reaches his eyes. He takes the necklace made by his spouse and barely squeezes it over his head and around his neck. Green willow-shaped plastic digs into his skin.

You try to smile, too. You look at him and try to remember the man who had lovingly pressed a kiss to your hand on that night, small specks of emotion spilling out from under his carefully-crafted guise. You keep his true image in your eyes - that of your rage-filled captor - a secret. It’s the only way for you to keep up your own act… and maybe stop yourself from breaking the heart of the gentleman you once held feelings for. If he was even still there at all.

“I love you.” The Lord of Masks says, forgetting how tight the flower chain had felt around his neck only seconds ago. His mask slightly falls forward, loosely, as he leans his head against yours and gently nuzzles you - like a cat would. He even rubs his nose against yours, basking in your scent. Internally, he curses himself. His body is betraying him.

“I… I love you, too.” You say, the band of your own mask chafing painfully into the back of your neck. You're unable to move when your husband shows his affection and you ready yourself to play it off as nerves. But something in your heart - as you look at him and see the man who had leaned forward to kiss your hand - falters. Were you still holding out hope, even now? Internally, you curse yourself. You need to learn to be better at acting.

The two of you stay there a while: the Kingdom of Masks' happy, perfect couple. Your foreheads touch, your fingers intertwine and, yet, your hearts are far, far apart. Into the darkness, the two of you continue to utter that sentence:

"I love you."

It's a whole-hearted truth after a lifetime of hiding, for one...

… And one of many, many small, little lies, for the other.

(hello, anon, i hope you enjoyed this! i went kinda tragic love story route; with hopeless romantic satan and a trapped mc, though i'd like to think mc is still holding out hope that the man they fell in love with is still there. if you wanted something a little happier though, anon, please let me know and i'll write a sequel, this premise is one i really enjoyed!)

[onthewaytosomewhere]

okay kiddies - i'm home and finally get to put this bb up here and say go read it PLEASE!!! - my fic for the @anywhere-with-you-event

i luv'd this prompt from the moment i read it and just hope i did it justice - cuz seriously so in luv with it so thanks @bigswitchenergyy for the amazing message in a bottle prompt

Things we know: 1. Eleven-year-old Alex Claremont Diaz knows many things he shouldn't but is in the process of knowing something about himself, and he decides to share the only way he can think of at the moment - a message in a bottle 2. Two years later fourteen-year-old Henry Fox tags along with his father on a movie shoot on the Gulf in Florida - he makes a discovery there that he keeps with him for years. 3. Five years later these boys are college kids and eventually become roommates ... discoveries are made - discoveries that make our boys very happy OR it's a mutual pining, roommates, college au with a bit of (a lot of) message in a bottle

[aq2003]

honestly why Did i doubt myself when i said this, i've eaten the text NOW and this is quite literally the point .of the play,

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

TBH I'm not trying to step on anyone's toes

But I would literally ship Phone Guy with any other adult character than William, because if you look up Purplephone 80% of the fanart is William overstaying his welcome and Phone Guy having his personal space violated.

Like ANY healthy relationship is fine. That one just bothers me in particular because if you take away the cutsey blush it's just William/Vincent getting close and PG telling him to stop.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

My personal theory as to why Pizzeria Sim has that comedic shitty business practices thing going on is cus that’s how Henry just thinks businesses should be run. Like he’s just been doing that the whole time and that’s why Freddy’s is like that.

[ennard-is-near]

Would anyone be offended if I made a post about how pathetic and useless Michael is at his quest. He never finds, frees or kills* anything successfully

(*his brother not included)

[fideidefenswhore]

Anne's ability to hold the king off for seven years is part of her legend. The brilliance of her strategy was to cast herself in the role of the courtly lady, requiring Henry to play to perfect knight. Henry was nothing if not dogged in the pursuit of all the roles in which he cast himself—philosopher-king, warrior, even husband—and 'this persona of courtly lover...was fully formed in Henry and had been signaling...for an answering adept to come and lift its latch. In Anne, he had her: she was the mistress of Petrarchan contraries [...] the perfect [player] for the king's tender interest.'

Renaissance Prince: Elizabeth, Lisa Hilton

[p2iimon]

idk if theres anything in fnaf that implies that william was a shitty abusive husband besides that if youre a shitty abusive father (and a murder) youre probably a shitty abusive husband. but i like to imagine he and his wife just have like a good normal relationship at least for a while. its kinda funny

[reikunrei]

let it be henry let it be henry oh please let it open with henry

[suddenlymicah]

has anyone considered henry possessing glamrock freddy or am i being a little silly right now

[immediatebreakfast]

There is probably symbolism how Victor doesn't contact Elizabeth for two years, and how his dreams about her end in nightmares in which she dies and turns into his mother. And, how with Henry not only Victor finds peace, and is content to only interact with him for months. But also, his nightmares almost stop and he finds himself watching nature for it's beauty again.

[nat-without-a-g]

@francisabernathysparkingtickets has a beautiful post they just made about the generational trauma in dungeons and dads season 2 and made a compilation of some of the most HEARTWRENCHING moments go look at it right now. And I’m about to reblog it, but I took the wrong thing away from it and I don’t want to put it in their tags after the gorgeous work they did.

Because lark suggests that he used to be able to cast resurrection or true resurrection by saying he used to have the power to raise the dead and that they’d be the same as they were before they died. Now, I’ve been beating myself up trying to find out what class he, Nick, and Terry Jr. are, but Lark especially has been difficult because the two classes I DO know (Sparrow is a Druid and Grant is a Ranger) crosses off the only two options I had in mind for him, too. That’s an over-exaggeration, there is no way lark became a Druid after everything with Henry, I just thought he was a ranger because of the guns and nature experience.

The three classes that can cast resurrection or true resurrection are Druid, bard, and CLERIC. I already said Druid is off the list and unless Glenn rubbed off on Lark he has no reason to be a bard.

IS LARK THE SAME CLASS AS NORMAL???

[llumimoon]

Started thinking about the oak family again mood board