#henry ravenswood

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HATTY APPRECIATION HOURS

[maifraniak]

My angry, sad girl.

[crypt-of-blunis]

Here’s a picture of all 21 pins I’ve made so far :)

Bonus stuff: ✨

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Tumblr and I agreed only once (…ler) on who was to be crowned sexyman.

As if this blog couldn't get more cursed than it already is, now you know that not only I ship the forbidden Bloodborne ship but... I was also in the infamous Once-ler fandom :P. I never had an ask blog nor I was going around shipping 'oncest' (lmao, that surely was a time. Great art tho!) but there were so many cool AUs such as Truffula Flu, Camp Entre, Camp Weehawken et simili that I still think are pretty cool.

As for the others characters some are more obscure than others but you can definitely tell I always had a type. Well, maybe two types >:D.

I had a long day so it was nice to relax and doodle my creepy old guys <3

[painted-lemon]

The haunted Mansion lore is one of my oldest hyper fixations so I went to Disney Paris last week. And got this loungefly

All of the white and green parts are glow in the dark.

It is so frickin cool

Melanie Ravenswood is by far my favorite Disney character of all time

Eleven year old me would be squealing

[mexfan12art]

☠"It appears everyone is doomed at Phantom Manor. Even you."☠

[alistairs-raven]

Been having conversations with a friend on Discord about Alistair Crump and Henry Ravenswood being friends and hunting buddies. I've pretty much accepted their relationship into my personal headcanon.

[duck4lunch]

Phantom comm for my friend Morgan

[galaad-spectre]

New pictures of Team Phantom, October 2023

[twisting-echo]

Crossover Crackships I ship based solely on obscure merch!

Anna x Mayor Lionheart

So, I reblogged this serendipitous gift of a crackship a while ago and promised myself to make a moodboard or a collage out of it, but I totally forgot. I recently rediscovered this when I was going through the “Anna” tag on my blog and decided to actually go retweet this hilarious post on my Twitter.

When I retweeted the post, I saw that someone actually drew fan art of it in the comments and called it their OTP. And in that moment, I knew that I was prepared to ship them harder than ever before. lol

A tale as old as time~

LINK TO TWEET - I got a Beauty and the Beast gift from my mom that she put together herself!

Tinker Bell x Stitch

So, I found this random Tumblr post of someone sharing their Phantom Manor pins, and I found something particularly interesting about them. The pins have cast Tinker Bell as Melanie Ravenswood, the bride of Phantom Manor at Disneyland Paris, and Stitch as Jake the Foreman, Melanie's ill-fated fiancé. And yes, the pins also have Stitch cast as the Phantom, aka Henry Ravenswood Melanie's cruel father (but we're going to ignore that part).

The thing that got me hooked was the pin where Tinker Bell and Stitch are sitting together, arms linked, on a picnic date. I know, call me “weird” or whatever you'd like, but I thought it was really cute and wholesome for some reason, despite knowing what actually happens to Melanie and Jake on that picnic date.

Here are the best photos I could find of the Phantom Manor stretching portraits for more clarity and context.

I would like to end this by saying that Stitch seems to have a thing for Disney ladies, so could you blame me? Don't believe me? Check out this video in the link above, clearly showing Stitch wolf-whistling at Belle and flirting with Jasmine.

[aquilacalvitium]

From the makers of Bullying the Hatbox Ghost, I give you the sequel: Bullying the Phantom/Henry Ravenswood

Affectionately, that is

[crypt-of-blunis]

American Ghost vs French Ghost 🖤

[strange-doll-child]

More henderbend content <3 Mortal Henrietta

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After seeing the new haunted mansion movie I need to Henry and Hattie duke it out for the bitch boi title of the mansion/manor

[henryravenswood-ssideburns]

Five Unfortunate Suitors Chapter 2: Rowan D Falls

Tw: Alcohol, Blood, Death,

In the following spring a riverboat captain began courting Melanie. And everything about this man set Henry off; he was graying! And he wanted to marry his daughter who was just now entering womanhood! Absolutely not. The mining Baron sat in his office watching the riverboat captain ferry people to and from. He growls deeply and starts thinking.

I could just shoot him! One and done between the eyes! Or I could get him drunk and tie him to some bricks and chuck him in the river. Henry watches like a cat staring at a bug, a disgusted sneer across his face. He looks down at his ledger noticing the black ink pooling from where he had squeezed his pen too tightly.

“Damn!” he growled, shaking the black ink off his hand. He grabs his handkerchief and wipes the remaining ink off. He stands up. I need to take a walk. He exits his office, heading down to the private riverside portion of his property. He sighs, taking in a deep breath of the cool spring air. A small smile came to his face, he enjoyed nature… most of the time. He enjoyed a few moments of silence… then the riverboat pulled into his line of sight. He scowled as Rowan waved from the Captain’s spot. 

“MR. RAVENSWOOD! I’D LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOU ONCE I PULL OL’ MOLLY HERE BACK TO SHORE, CAN I HAVE A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME?!” He shouted. Henry harrumphed 

“If you feel you must!” he called back. Henry grumbles to himself walking back over to the Manor and sitting at the gazebo. Henry was plotting to himself, how to get rid of this new foolish suitor? He looked at the teapot sitting on the table. “I could poison him.”  Henry thought, then shook his head “No I'd have to go to the apothecary and once Rowan's body is found poisoned they'll trace it back to me.” he twirled one of his sideburns in thought. His thoughts were interrupted by someone walking up the sidewalk towards him. Henry sighs and glances out of the gazebo seeing Rowan… Out of all the people I want to see, you sir are at the bottom of my list. He thought as the captain walked up to him.

“Ah good afternoon Mr. Ravenswood!” The taller man slapped Henry on the back and forcibly gave him a handshake. Henry glares at him before straightening himself out.

“What did you need, Captain Falls?” Henry asked, annoyed.

“I wanted to invite you for a personal dinner to get to know you better!” Henry nods thinking about it. “Better yet, you'll be the first man to step foot on my new boat.” Henry smirked… no witnesses, perfect. 

“When did you want to have this dinner? I’ll be sure to bring my best whiskey.”

“How does this Friday at three thirty sound?” Rowan said, checking a small book in his pocket, Henry pulled out his schedule, and checked.

“Ahh, I’m a little busy this Friday… is Thursday two thirty okay?” Henry sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I just want him out of the damn picture already.

“Yes sir, that works for me! It’ll be the brig, next to ol’ Molly.” Henry smirked internally.

Oh you foolish, foolish man. Henry thought to himself as he turned to the Manor “Thursday at two thirty it is then.” He said matter of factly. As he made his way to the Manor, a wicked grin spread across his face. Soon… very soon. 

Thursday came without much fuss, Henry arose early and donned his best, straightening out his clothes. He exits his chambers and walks by Melanie’s room he knocks on the door. 

“Melanie sweetie, it’s papa, can I come in?” Melanie opened her door smiling up at Henry. 

“Papa!” She threw her arms around him. Henry gently stroked her hair “You’re all dressed up, what’s going on?”

“Oh, just a business proposal, that’s all.” Henry chuckled, “I’ll be back before evening, my little Melanie.” He kissed her on the forehead, and proceeded to leave the Manor. 

He began to walk towards the docks, whiskey bottle in his hand as he stood next to the riverboat captain’s new boat. And waited, he pulled his pocket watch out… two twenty-nine.

Where was he?

Henry heard quickened footsteps and turned to see Rowan.

Dead man walking. Henry thought as Rowan came up and slapped him on the back Henry grits his teeth. 

I'm going to punch him… I am going to pun-

“Ahhhh! There you are Mr. Ravenswood… shall we go aboard?” Henry nodded, holding up the bottle of whiskey. 

“I brought the liquor…” as they boarded the ship and settled down Rowan smiled, pulling the basket of food he had brought for the two of them on their riverboat cruise. Rowan began yakking on and on about his occupation and how he would make a great son-in-law. Henry could feel his eyes start to roll, but he stopped and popped the bottle of whiskey open pouring a rocks glass for the both of them. Henry sipped slowly, Rowan, however, was gulping it down like it was shots.

“Slow down Mr. Falls, it's not some cheap moonshine for you to gulp down… it's meant to be savored.” Henry said, swirling the liquor around in his glass. Rowan chuckled,

“Ah I see being the richest man in Thunder Mesa has made you a snob Mr. Ravenswood, come on, let's put the rocks glasses away and let's drink like men!” Henry sighed. 

“If you insist.” Henry quickly drinks what was left in the rocks glass and watches as Rowan produces two shot glasses. And the two men begin to take shots… or so Rowan thought. Henry was letting it fall behind him. Eventually Rowan was too drunk to stand on his own two feet. He looked at Henry and slurred,

“Hey… how come you're still standing.”

“I'm of Irish descent… whiskey flows through my veins.” Henry half-assed his lie, “Here let me help you to your quarters.” He put his arm around the drunken man and helped to the Captain’s quarters. He laid the man in the bed. “I'll let you sober up.” The second Rowan's head hit the pillow he was out. And Henry left the Captain's quarters. He went above deck and scanned the two rowboats… and an idea popped into his head… there was a lit oil lamp downstairs… if I knock that over I can start a fire and there'd be no way to trace it back to me. He chuckled to himself throwing the extra oars to the other rowboat into his rowboat… just in case. He went back below deck and found the oil lamp. He nonchalantly pushed it over, shattering it. 

“Whoops…” he watched the small oil fire start to turn into an inferno. He quickly evacuated the ship, getting into one of the rowboats and lowering himself into the water, rowing away from the ship.

The smell of smoke quickly sobered the sleeping Rowan he shot out of bed and opened his door the flames were getting close to boxing him in. He scanned the room.

“Mr. Ravenswood?” He slurred, not completely up to peak sobriety. Not seeing any sign of Henry, Rowan felt his gut sink… 

Has the inferno already consumed him? Oh God… what am I to tell Melanie and Mrs. Ravenswood?

The flames inched closer and Rowan quickly made his way to the ladder and stumbled onto the deck, he glances around,

Wait, the other rowboat, it’s gone. Did Mr. Ravenswood take the second one? Why didn’t he wake me up? Rowan pondered as he got into the rowboat and lowered himself into the water he went to go paddle away… 

Wait…

“WHERE ARE THE OARS?!” He yelled looking for them, and that’s when he heard it… the oh-so close sound of rushing water, he looked up and his face fell.

Waterfall.

So here Rowan was, up the creek without a paddle, literally. He looked ahead seeing the waterfall and swallowed nervously bracing himself, maybe he could survive it. He felt the boat tip, and down he went, he screamed the entire time until he felt something piercing his abdomen. He opened his eyes, seeing a rock pushed into his stomach effectively impaling him.

Standing on the riverbank just beside the waterfall was Henry, he got close to the rock hearing the gurgling of blood filling the captain’s lungs. Rowan turned his head seeing Henry.

“Mister Ravens…” He coughed blood spewing from his mouth.

“Now, Now, Captain Falls… don’t struggle too much.” He climbed up on the rock to admire what nature did. The rock went right through his back and was tinted a deep scarlet. The rowboat was reduced to driftwood and kindling. Henry allowed himself to smirk, his plan, while not completely what he was expecting, worked. 

“H-hel-” Rowan started.

“There’s nothing I can do Captain, your lungs are filling with blood and soon you’ll fade away. So please… just relax.” He chuckles. Rowan went to struggle but all it did was drive the rock into him deeper. “Don’t worry…. At least you’ll die knowing you were not good enough for Melanie.” Rowan’s eyes widened.

“Y-You sn-snake!” Rowan coughed “You… YOU PLANNED THIS!” The yelling finally made his lungs collapse and he wheezed trying to pant. 

Henry claps “You figured it out… I applaud you, Barry didn’t.” Henry smirked. “A shame you won’t be able to tell anyone.”

Rowan slumps over, death overtaking him. Henry’s shrill voice is the last thing embedded into his memory. 

Henry left his body to be discovered and it was ruled an accident. Henry got away with it yet again.

No man was good enough for his daughter… no man.

Melanie mourned… but secretly she was seeing someone, someone who might actually prove her father wrong. Was he a tycoon? No, just a simple foreman.

[alistairs-raven]

Birthday gift from my friend who loves Henry Ravenswood!

I tried very hard to make him look like Vincent Price