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@darlinghearts muse: henry plotted
one of the lower members of the cult, or religious lifestyle group as henry liked to call it, had done well in recruiting. each month they brought in at least two new members, which is incredible. mostly those they recruited slipped from henry's mind, functioning in lower level positions to keep everything running smoothly.
until this new woman.
she'd been here almost a month now, acclimating easily to the commune and structure of their days. she was beautiful, bright smile, and more often than not she caught henry's eyes.
this evening after the community meal, he approaches her table. "my dear, melody." he smiling at her. "would you do me a kindness and join me after dinner?" he knew that even if she wanted to say no, she wouldn't. "i would like some company on my evening walk."
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plus some doodles of Henry and doom ded btw you can see Henry's old design on the left and my partner's rendition on the right. he's a young demon fuck that lives in some old man Vasily's head. he's in no way related to doom i just like drawing demons and doom ded is just doom ded. he likes to steal clothes whenever he can cuz he got tired of his formal attire
trying to draw but university kinda kicks my ass but i have some funni paper doodles coming soon
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closed - @henrysisaacs
where - by the beer garden
"You know, I think working at the bar for so long is some sort of like weird exposure therapy, because I'm around alcohol so much now, that out in the wild like this, I think I'd rather stand on line for food than a drink."
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○ NOW DELIVERING TO . . . ⏤ @horrorphase !
○ WHERE . . . the warehouse
" i had no idea you slummed it on this side of town . " nadia says as way of greeting . she's tipsy enough to approach the otherwise UNAPPROACHABLE GIRL . the henrietta nivans . the same girl who probably took mock un too seriously , and could stab you open , leave you bleeding with just her eyes . nadia still remembers her being in the year above her at school . the revered way that she'd own the hallways and nadia would know not to make eye contact . BUT THEY'RE OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL NOW . long gone are those years , but a part of nadia still longs for them . not because she was popular and liked , no , but because people stayed . it was before the big , bad , rest of the world existed and others realised how fun LEAVING was . that's the thing about small towns : you think it's your whole world , and it is . but it isn't everyone else's .
nadia knows she has no right to talk to henry . the girl has always made it abundantly clear , but nadia is curious - why is she here ? why tonight ? to sweeten the deal , she slings over a g & t to her . nadia's other hand stays holding her uncapped beer , which slants precariously , almost threatening to spill . " here . don't worry it's not the house gin . i splashed out just for you . " it's not topshelf , because nadia CANNOT afford that , but hey - it has to be better than nothing .
#we're finally writing together im so excited n h*rny#c: henrietta#c: henry#i hope this is ok i know ur a mega impressive writer ok im just a widdle cute gworl who has 2 words in her vocab please . . .
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❛ Do you want to lie down? I can lie with you. ❜ from Crutchie
For once, Henry is drained of energy. Albert and Racer had coordinated with Brooklyn to play and have a good afternoon together. But now the day has finished and all the littles are home, tired and wiped out from a long day in the sun. Mike and Ike had already fallen asleep in Albert's arms on the way home and he and Splasher we just barely hanging on. Henry reached his arms around Crutchie, giving a silent hug as an answer rather than admit just how tired he was.
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Chris, passing their phone to Henry: I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs.
Henry, passing the phone back to Chris: I'm passing the phone to my best friend!
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why did Henry have a pet duck where would he even put it….. Retconning so he has a bearded dragon.
#c: henry#feel like im retconning something important but since i dont remember it doesnt matter anymore
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Nari frowned, not at all convinced the man was telling the full truth but she knew she was a stranger and had no right to pry. Not that being a fried would give her a reason to pry either, but she cared about people, unlike the Nari that she was forced to portray on Nepo Babies. The reality tv show Nari was a horrible person, not someone the real life Nari would even want to hang out with herself.
“Alright then. Well, anything I can do to help? Even if it’s just buying a coffee to make you un-tired?” She offered with a goofy grin.
@henrysisaacs
"I could say it with more enthusiasm if you want," he shrugged. He really didn't want to though. The dolphins were cool, but he didn't have anything else to say about it. Maybe he wasn't in a good mood. "I'm not really in a bad mood. I'm tired." That probably wasn't the entire truth. "I'm really fine."
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Les Deux Amies (The Two Girl Friends) (1894 - 1895)
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864 - 1901)
#les deux amies#henri de toulouse lautrec#wlw#wlw art#wlw aesthetic#wlw romance#wlw love#sapphic#sapphic art#sapphic aesthetic#sapphic romance#sapphic love#sapphics#lgbt#lgbt art#lgbt aesthetic#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtqia+#art#historical art#painting#paintings#historical painting#history#herstory#aesthetic#a e s t h e t i c#1890s#1800s
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@tccsweet muse: henry brown inspo: iykyk
things had changed at work, at the church, and henry wasn't sure if he should feel guilty about it. well he knew he should, but for some reason he didn't. things had escalated in ways he had never imagined, never been prepared for, and now it felt like his entire life shifted. exhausted from it all, he mumbles his way through greetings to his brothers family. henry shares a space with his brother, his brother's wife, and his stepdaughter who is staying with them while in college. he usually has more to say to them, cherishing his time with them, but tonight he retires quickly to his room and falls asleep, dreams stirred in lust that rolls over into real life, the creak of his bed barely stirring him.
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need this gaming set up
#chommy and his henrys#dreamsmp#dream smp#dreamsmp fanart#dsmp fanart#tommyinnit#tommyinnit fanart#c!tommy#ctommy#mcyt#mcyt fanart
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Millie May really liked Henry's idea. She had spent majority of her shift sitting at the desk, a change of scenery would be nice for her. "I can totally take a break from sitting her." Millie May told Henry. "I can also tell you about the drama going on here." The gossip she had was quite juicy. Plus, she needed someone to spill it to who would understand. It just hit different when she shared it with Henry. She stood up from the chair and grabbed the bell, placing it on the desk. In case anyone needed assistance. "Lead the way." She told Henry.
Henry was a lot less bubbly than his coworker and he didn't mind. It was kind of nice hearing someone so positive all the time. He often felt drained after talking to patrons of the library that he hid himself in the back rooms. "Thanks. I've had to deal with so many people on the phone. I wanna be surrounded by broken books." He grinned. "I mean you can keep me company if you want. Doesn't seem like there are many people and we can put the bell out."
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"¿Quién diablos te dijo que en un futuro podremos ser amigos y hacer como que no viví nada contigo?" cuestionó, mirando a la chica directo a los ojos y sintiendo cómo su cuerpo se cargaba de rabia ante tal propuesta. "Desde ya te digo, para eso no cuentes conmigo." ( @boingdeguayava )
#c: henry#boingdeguayava#ahsdjas omg es pa quererte del rels B#buenísima canción para que se arme el drama JAJA
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“I know you were just crying. Your eyes are still puffy.” for Henry from Crutchie
"I'm not crying. I just got allergies." Granted, Henry didn't know what allergies were. He just knew it was something the other boys said when they were crying and didn't want anyone else to see it. He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. He was feeling so sad, but he didn't want the other boys to know about it, much less his sister. "Leave me alone," he mumbled turning away from her on his bunk, more tears falling freely.
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Henry: Chris, you need to react when people cry!
Chris: I did. I rolled my eyes.
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Phoebe smiles as she looks at the dog running around, her book completely forgotten on her lap. "Oh, she's not bothering me at all. I love dogs. Who doesn't?" There were very few things she had wished for more than she had wished for a puppy, especially growing up. Now didn't seem like a good time, given how tight money was. She held out her hand for the dog to sniff. "What's her name?" @henrysisaacs
who: open where: somewhere outside with shade
Henry watched Wednesday run to catch the stick he'd thrown for her. She ran back and sat at his side panting. Grabbing his water bottle, he filled the travel bowl for her and gave her a pet. While he didn't have a ton of time to spend outside, he did like making sure that his dog got plenty of exercise, even if she was content to nap at his feet all day. "She's friendly, if you want to pet her," he commented. "Or I can put her on a leash if she's bothering you."
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