#[ HENRY — open starters ]

[twstedtale]

"you know what? Fuck them all. Fuck the fucking lot of them, I am fucking DONE!"

[libraryofdesire]

🌻 open to: females and males. 🌻connection:  roomie, girlfriend, friend of girlfriend, girlfriend of roomie, friend, friend of the family, family, step-family, extended family, etc. 🌻 muse: henry adams. 23-27. submissive. bi-curious. dvd rental store employee. inexperienced. awkward & quiet.

shit. f.uck.

he'd sworn that he'd closed his door all the way. henry could have sworn that his headphones had been plugged in. that there was no way for anybody in the house to hear the moans coming from his laptop. that the fact his pants were around his ankles and the fact that his hand was wrapped around his thick length was a secret. everybody was meant to be asleep, what the f.uck where they doing in his doorway?

henry scrambled. really scrambled. one hand shot to cover his junk, the other hand shot to pull the laptop screen down with a thud. cheeks bright red, he winced at the sound of the moans still echoing from the computer, refusing to turn around to face the open door. what the f.uck was he meant to do now? wish the floor could open up and swallow him, that seemed like the only logical thing.

"y-you should have knocked."

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

OPEN STARTER

The sun was setting in the west over the vast open fields where Henry and the other cowboy readied a fire for them to sleep by. They'd been out for the better part of a week now, typical for cattle tenders, but it was easy to get lonely out there with only each other for company. Henry let his eyes wander over the body of his companion for a bit as he struck the flint, creating a spark for the fire. "So, what you wanna do before bed tonight? You wanna read me more of those Whitman poems or is there somethin' else you're itching for," he asked, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as he sat by the fire, adding kindling before taking off his hat and using it to fan the flame. "Couldn't help but notice yesterday you woke up with a bad case of morning wood, you want some help getting your rocks off, Partner," he asked casually. It wasn't an uncommon proposition for a cowboy to make to his partners out on the range; men had needs, desires, and Henry knew his own body was yearning for some release. It wouldn't mean anything, just two men getting what they needed.

[thcophagy]

open to: women/nbs.

featuring: henry bauer, twenty-five, heterosexual, missionary.

plot: raised on faith by his famous televangelist parents, henry often goes around town trying to convert his peers to his religion with awkward preaching and poorly designed pamphlets. he's been going to your muse's house for weeks, convinced that he was close to winning them over, completely unaware that they have been messing with him the entire time. high on his first successful mission, henry willingly agrees to do a favour for your muse before they join his church.

balanced on the edge of their couch, his hands resting politely on his thighs and his posture unnaturally straight and proper, henry was the picture of smugness. it'd taken a lot of work; plenty of detailed analysis of the gospel and its influence on modern life, personal stories about how god had helped him throughout his albeit short and privileged life, and countless promises about how good life would become when they finally turned away from sin and sought forgiveness in the soft hands of the saviour. he might not have been as good as his parents when it came to manipulation (not that he thought about his work in that way, it was all well intended and pure in his eyes) but he could hold his own. "you have no idea how happy i am." he announced with a white, toothy grin that took up half of his face. after gladly taking the glass of water he'd requested and taking a long sip, he put it down on the coffee table and let his hands fall back to his lap with a gentle thud. "so, how can i help you?" one favour, that was all they'd asked for and henry was betting it was nothing much at all. a little extra tutoring before they started attending sermons, maybe something more simple and domestic like fixing a broken cabinet or moving some furniture. whatever it was, he was eager to get it done so he could return home and brag about his successful day.

[horrifichaunts]

A small hum in Henry’s throat as he takes a second to inspect the work on his desk, a small wind up toy of a little yellow chicken. Flecks of yellow paint staining his hands and the side of his cheek where his hand had been resting a moment ago. Something was missing. Maybe red cheeks?

Where did he put the red though? Placing the paintbrush between his teeth to hold, Henry pushes to roll the chair he’s sitting in over to one of the many storage cabinets.

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: King Henry VIII — Verse: Young King — Open To: Historical muses

“I see the ghost of the ruler Arthur would have been, and I just try to make him proud,” the King confessed, “he was my big brother, even if we weren’t the closest. I want to know the Tudors that came before me approve of how my reign is going.”

He sighed, the ‘ghost’ being a metaphor for his guilt for being the son that survived, the burden of being second choice for king, second choice for Catherine…or so he feared. The competitive man Henry was did not sit well with being second in anything, and sought to prove himself the most successful king in England’s history.

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: set when Henry's son was taken/kidnapped & y/m is helping Henry with the investigation. hmu for details & further plotting if you'd like! I just need the angst tbh 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: detective or private investigator, another investigative reporter or journalist, old friend or contact, whatever works~

Three weeks, two days, eighteen hours, forty-seven minutes and counting. That was how long it had been since Henry had last seen his son and he was sure he hadn’t slept or eaten much in that same amount of time. He was too riddled with worry, stomach twisting into something vicious and cold unable to hold food or drink down for long. A shaky hand shoved through his thick curly hair, dark eyes rimmed red from crying glanced at the clock before the knock at his door sounded and snapped Henry from the anxious pacing he’d been doing. He hated feeling useless, all the other detectives and people working on his son’s case had written him off as the grieving and emotional father but not them.

In a few quick strides he was at the door, pulling it open and chest fluttering with hope for the briefest of moments as he took in the person on the other side of the door. “Any update?” He asked, voice rough and low from lack of sleep and spending more hours sobbing than he’d ever done in his life. The man shifted back a step, making room for the other to enter his house, since everything that happened with their son, Henry’s wife had taken their daughter to her parents, staying there with them until further notice. It was better for their daughter but Henry hadn’t spoken to his wife at all since she’d called him frantic at work that their son hadn’t returned home from school. Weary brown eyes looked down on the other, expression hopeful and utterly exhausted.

[lilrayofsunshineee]

“Shit!” The brunette quickly adjusted her robe, feeling a flush of embarrassment at being caught in such unstable state. "Oh, hey there," She greeted him, acting surprised. "I didn't expect to see you here."

[mcnarchs]

open  :  females  —  period  fcs  only  pls  muse  :  charles ,  king  of  england -  35  to  40  -  henry cavill  .  connection  :  y/m  had  been  betrothed  to  charles'  younger  brother  ,  henry  ,  since  they  were  children  but  before  the  late  king  of  england  met  his  fate  (  he  had  been  ill  for  quite  some  time  and  knew  it  was  coming  )  ,  he  amended  the  the  contract  so  that  she  would  wed  charles  instead  ,  thus  forging  a  more  solid  alliance  between  their  countries  .  as  i'm  sure  one  could  imagine  ,  this  sudden  shift  in  dynamic  has  caused  massive  strain  on  the  three  of  them  and  i  love  to  see  it  .

he'd  been  occupying  a  dark  corner  of  their  room  for  what  felt  like  hours  .  waiting  and  watching  the  door  ,  occasionally  glancing  down  at  a  book  in  his  lap  and  growing  frustrated  with  his  inability  to  comprehend  it's  context  .  where  was  she  ?  he  must've  asked  himself  a  thousand  times  over  after  coming  to  bed  to  find  it  untouched  .  charles  draws  in  a  labored  breath  through  nostrils  ,  releasing  it  slowly  ,  when  suddenly  his  attention  pools  to  the  creaking  sound  of  rusty  hinges  .  it's  clear  that  she's  attempting  to  sneak  her  way  in  ,  so  he  waits  until  the  door  has  shut  behind  her  to  make  his  presence  known  .  "  you  excused  yourself  from  the  festivities  ages  ago  ,  "  his  tone  is  flat  but  still  accusatory  as  he  glares  from  afar  ,  "  i  was  worried  .  "  so  much  so  that  he  too  ,  made  a  premature  exit  .  thought  he  would  come  to  her  aid  ,  ensure  she  was  alright  ,  but  she  looked  just  fine  in  candlelight  .  a  brief  pause  lingers  between  them  ,  affording  him  the  time  to  stew  in  his  own  jealously  ,  before  clicking  his  jaw  to  one  side  and  averting  his  gaze  back  to  the  book  . 

[saudadexmses]

open to: muses 40+ or older (everyone) muse: Henry Ashford (47. art history professor.  jewelry thief. he/him) idea: just rivals with feelings?

" You are infuriating!" And yet here he was, because at the end of the day it was them, a constant thought on his mind, a hard one to forget even when he tried his best.

" Have you ever considered my nerves in all of this? Every time you leave me confused. I'm never sure what to think or what to make of this." Henry gestures between them.

[wintcring]

open to f ! muse: henry ix, prince of wales. 23 - 26. plot: linked in the source.

"wait, you have plans tonight? what plans?" that caught him off guard. she was the only one he wanted to spend time with tonight. her way of seeing him through his title a refreshing salvation for his nearing-entirely fucked sanity. "it's just... i was hoping you'd keep me company while i bailed on this awful gala tonight...?" between the vacant small-talk, his father's growing (suffocating) expectations, and his mother's latest nudging toward the middle daughter of earl cawley --- he needed an out.

[libraryofdesire]

🌻 open to: females and males. 🌻connection: friend, partner of a sibling, step-sibling, parent of a friend, friend of his parents/siblings, stranger. 🌻 muse: henry adams. 23-27. submissive. bi-curious. dvd rental store employee. inexperienced. awkward & quiet.

henry's fingers pressed against the old keyboard, clacking sounds echoing out and filling the fairly quiet store, just the quiet hum of a tv in the corner. it was late, most people weren't coming for movies at this time of day on a wednesday.

his search came up with zero results, just as predicted. he'd warned them that they didn't have the movie here but at their insistence had searched it in the records. henry wasn't quite sure if they were doing it to embarrass him or because they really did think that he was lying about the store not having an adult section, but his cheeks felt very warm.

"we don't have that one." henry glanced up from the screen, eyes meeting theirs across the counter top. "we aren't really going to have anything like that here. i can give you any land before time movie or any fast and furious movie, but if movies have, uh, multiple nudity scenes, we don't have it." he tugged at the collar of his polo shirt, giving them a shrug.

"can i maybe get you somethin' else?"

[vocesincaput]

OPEN STARTER: Henry Simpson

Looking over his shoulder and out over the side of the cart, Henry took in the sight of the settlement they were approaching. A place he had not seen in years. Somewhere he had never expected to get to see again.

Setauket. His home.

Breathing in deeply before exhaling a slow, wavering breath, Henry thought about how he had left his childhood home. How his father had barely waited a day after his mothers passing before ripping him and his sister from their home and taking them to New York. Into a world that neither sibling had ever wanted but that their father had always intended. Despite their mothers attempts otherwise.

But now he was returning. Returning to his childhood home and a world he had been forced to leave behind whilst being part of a life he had been forced into.

When the cart came to a stop, Henry climbed out after the other soldiers and removed his hat. Tucking it under his arm as he walked with the others towards a tent so that it could be recorded that they were now assigned to the town before being given their places to stay.

Looking around and taking in as much as he could of Setauket after being signed in, Henry thought about visiting his mothers resting place out in the woods. His father had barely even marked her grave with more than few stones but he was certain he could still find it again after all these years.

Drawing in a deep breath, Henry gathered himself for a few moments before making his way towards the tavern to get himself a drink before visiting his mother.

[oddcnes]

It was a rather quiet afternoon and while Henry knew mistakes could happen at any time, the possibility it could happen to him wasn't exactly something he thought about. At least not until the realization had kicked in. "Excuse me. I think our orders have gotten mixed up."

[twstedtale]

Open Thread

"Just this once, it would be really nice if someone could just hold me instead of trying to fuck me or silence me. Please."

[mischiefxmuses]

welcome starter for Henry Creel @hiddenstarters​

Henry watched the spider in his palm, letting it scurry around. It was incredibly interesting. The little black widow would never bite him. It stopped in the middle of his hand. Henry was so engrossed by the spider he did not pay attention to the person next to him. The spider did clock the stranger and moved to the palm of his hand. Henry looked up and sighed. “Well done you scared it.” He moved his hand to the tree to let the Spider crawl off.