#Henry stain

[creepyalienghost]

Inky Reunion

Requested by: @youllallriseintheink thank you!

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He ran his inky finger down the pale yellow wall, then he dragged his finger to the left, then up. Conducting to another line he pulled back and stepped away get a full view of the drawing he had just finished. The inky drawing contains to men sitting at a table talking and having a beer. Two men…him and his old boss and lover, Joey Drew. Henry hadn’t seen him in decades. Ever since he woken up in this world…this cartoon dimension. The man he loved was the same man that trapped him in this hell.

He met Joey the first time at a bar one night. He had just moved to town after a couple years in college then realizing it wasn’t for him, when a well dressed taller man sat beside him and introduced himself to him. When Henry locked eyes with him a few seats down, he instantly got the butterflies in his stomach. Joey was handsome and charming. He noticed and bought Henry a drink. Before he knew it, they were chatting together about their goals, dreams and family. They came up on the conversation of art. Both finding out they’d enjoyed and respected the arts. Henry even showed him a few of his drawings while Joey shares his progress of his company. Before the night ended, Joey had offered him a job there. Henry having no other plans for a certain job here took the offer. He figured he’d see how it would go and he could get another if it didn’t go well. The following week they met at the studio.

Safe to say, he loved working there….because he was now stuck here. Tricked by the one he fell for.

He sighed and sat down on the floor, leaning back on the wall. He hasn’t seen Joey in decades. In fact he doesn’t even know if he still alive. He knows Joey doesn’t own the pocket dimension anymore. That old creepy guy, Wilson, does. Since then he and so many others has been locked up in the pit. Sammy Lawrence in the one to his right. Where was Joey?..?

He often wondered this for hours every day and imagining different scenarios of where he is and what he would do. Even though he despised Joey for doing this to them all, Henry still vary much loved him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door bursting open in the hallway of the pit. Like the other creatures that were locked up here, Henry went to the window to see what was going on. His mind couldn’t comprehend what his eyes were saying. Wilson’s goons were dragging Joey Drew into the pit. He looked old, dirty and defeated. Clearly he had lost his control of the dimension.

The two goons dragged Joey passed his cell , down the hallway. Joey looked beat up and Joey couldn’t help but feel sorry for but especially as the two locked eyes with each other. Henry could see the look in his eye. The shock of seeing Henry and a bit of fear of what would happen to him. He knew everyone hated him after what he did to them.

Henry watched as they threw him in the cell next to him but didn’t say anything to him.

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It wasn’t Intel the 3rd day before he got the nerve to talk to Joey. He stepped up to the corner they shared. “Joey…..hey are you ok?”

It took a moment before he replied back. “Henry?….is that you?”

“Yes…yes it’s me, Joey” Henry replied as he sat down.

His It was silence between them for a good while that Henry almost gave up on it before he heard it. “I’m sorry, Henry…”

He couldn’t even believe what he was hearing. Joey was sorry…? He never was sorry before…? Was this a trick?… Henry sighed in relief and leaned on the wall In thought.

“I know Joey …” he whispered after another moment.

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Henry couldn’t sleep that night. Not because of what Joey had said. But because of what he was doing. He sound like he was passing back and forth. After what felt like an hour Henry rolls his eyes and headed to the corner* Joey. What are you doing?” He hissed. “The walls are paper thin”

“Henry? Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to keep you up…” he said after a moment. “I’m just worried about Audrey” he mentioned. “She’s out there alone fighting Wilson. We need to help her…”

Henry was surprised by Joey and how he actually wanted to help her. But he was right. Could he be acting nice to get help out?…. Maybe, but at th this point why act? “You really wanna help her?….”

“I do….” Came Joey’s voice though the wall. “I know I done terrible things… and I regret it. I want to make things right….better for you all….for my daughter…”

Henry nodded. “Alright ….but how are we going to get out of here?”

Just then they he heard a knock on the window next to him. There he found bendy, smiling up at him and gives him a wave. “Bendy….of course. He’s the way out” Henry mumbled then knelt down. “Hey Bendy. Can you help us out?”

Bendy nodded and opened both of their doors. When Henry saw Joey he felt hopeful now. Joey smiled at him and waved him over. “Let’s go. We have to help her and I got a plan”. Then he and Joey went off.

[lizzie-wendigo]

After so many chapters of my comic BAAS (directly parodying BATIM), I finally decided to change Willow's design.

I had previously shown it on Patreon. So the next pages of the comic, Willow will have this design.

Here's the link to a Poll to decide what to do with the paused comic:

[ashpenly]

Falling.

[solifelessblog]

The redraw saga (10/ ) "[PANIC]"

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Please reblog, don’t repost :)

[metallicartist]

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[mikeystrawberry]

Mock-up of how I pictured the stained glass window from the new episode. Technically I saw Glenn holding his guitar pick but it’s funnier if he has his Human Gun.

[hes-real-mine]

pat having his priorities straight in ‘he’s real’ core

[and-i-will-kiss]

i decided to crunch it and get this done before life takes me away. and also, very Henry-like, i am very, very hungry because it's supper time around these parts. i decided to change plans (as usual) and go with a stained glass look, mostly because when i was colouring version one, i came across a David Palladini illo in my references folder and, as you go in life, make a hard left and restart.

i have been listening to King Creosote's I DES a LOT lately and this line of Burial Bleak made me change the concept of this illo, which is based on @brujahinaskirt's wonderful KCD stories:

"And greedily, at a burial bleak I'm thinking that maybe dying's just not for me You'll see how hard I can cling to my life"

fuck me sideways, i need tissues.

sketch on iBis Paint, all the rest on Illustrator. process shots included.

[basil-draws-art]

COLORS. HE HAS COLORS NOW. The fuck am I supposed to do about the background now though, I want. To make it look like stained glass. But every single color I try just makes the guy look worse. Maybe I should try to do something with variations in the grey. Just. Make it look fancy.

[sidetongue]

he stopped hunting gecks for me to snap this

[kiybee]

STOP DESCRIBING THE TSH CHARACTERS AS AN AESTHETIC OHHHH MY GOD THEYRE PEOPLE AND TERRIBLE ONES AT THAT COPE HARDER

[wineaunt420]

RIP Henry masterson, you would have loved Doom scrolling muckbangs on tik tok at 3am

[chiropteracupola]

This was courtiers’ garb, rich and soft, though evidently cut for the use of another. Beautiful garments with little purpose, and, Montjoy thought, unlikely to hold together long if they were called upon to face the wear of the road. Henry did not intend to dress him as a servant, even one who acted as prince among messengers, but as a lord — the finely woven linen was terribly soft against his skin, and the hands that secured each lacing were careful indeed.

1418 - With his own hands.

[metallicartist]

Hey guess what....REVAMP TIME!

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[henrystainz]

Mr Puzzles and Henry on a beach day !

[heaveninawildflower]

‘Angel at the Sepulchre with the Marys.’

Stained glass window (1910-1935) designed by J. H. Dearle (1860-1932). Manufactured by Morris & Co.

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Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa