#into the henryverse

[evansbuck-ley]

the first halloween that buck and tommy’s son is old enough to go trick or treating he is insistent in keeping his costume secret - well secret from one parent bc someone needs to pay. and unfortunately for buck he is the parent that is kept out of the loop. and even more unfortunate for buck is that this is the year that he had to work Halloween, so tommy promises to bring henry to the firehouse before he takes him trick or treating.

halloween rolls around and buck is basically vibrating out of his skin bc he just got a text from tommy to tell him their are on the way and he is beyond excited to see his boys. and suddenly there comes the world smallest firefighter sprinting towards buck with tommy not too far behind trying his best to keep up. buck takes in the sight in front of him. bc henry could have dress up as Dracula or Spider-Man but no hes dressed as buck. from the plastic helmet that sat wonky on his head and had “118” scribbled on the front . to buckley-kinard that was neatly printed on the back on his jacket. all the way down to his little yellow rain boots poking out the bottom of his turnouts.

and from behind buck he could hear hen and eddie cooing at the sight of the boy and he could see chimney come to stand next to tommy to take a million pictures that he knows is being sent to maddie - because yes buck we need pictures of everything he does, we need to fill his baby box!

then henry is jumping up and down in front of him so excited and he’s rambling. look daddy I’m you. do you like it? papa said that you would love it. i’m going to be a firefighter when I grow up daddy. can we go see grampy bobby after papa? I want to show him. and god, he is buck’s double and buck just can’t hold it together anymore. he lets a tear slip down his cheek and he scoops the boy in his arms and holds him tight to his chest. and in his head he is thanking whatever god out there that gave him this.

this family. this love. his whole world.

[aloysiavirgata]

Just read all the Henry stuff you wrote! It’s so good! Can we please have some more?)) pretty please?)))

Oh, bless. Henry is my albatross. As a woman who was a teen girl in the 90’s and a secret romantic I want Mulder and Scully together 4 EVRRR!!!!

But as a woman who has watched so goddamn many of her friends in toxic relationships I’m also like DANA KATHERINE SCULLY GTFO THIS ABSOLUTELY SHIT RELATIONSHIP.

I struggle, man. People want Henry and Scully shmoopy fic. They want Scully leaving him for Mulder. And I also want both.

What have I done? Sigh.

***

She loves him, her gentle, straightforward husband. She loves his children, who love her back but revere their mother, the dead and saintly Joan.

The dogs, at least, are reliably fickle. They revere anyone with snacks.

Henry in a tuxedo, handsome in the way of freshman biology professors and the bachelor uncles of high school best friends. Henry would buy you a malted, would walk you home, would defend your honor. Would love you until your splintered heart knit back together like a comminuted fracture.

She adores him in a way that is unfair to him.

Scully - no. Dana. But old habits haunt hard.

Dana is in a strapless silk dress the color of an August thunderstorm, the color of an angry sea. A dress cut like a first kiss, a last kiss. Like a long goodbye.

Viv helped her pick it, Viv with the endless ripened-peach beauty of eighteen.

“Gorgeous,” the other guests tell her, and she tosses her russet head as Henry’s wife must. As Dr. Scully must. She bares her pretty white arms, her pretty white throat. The ropes of freshwater pearls click softly.

Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty Waltz begins and Henry beams down at her with his hand at her back. They are beautiful in the mirrors and she knows it and she likes it. She likes her long red hair and her handspan waist and Henry like Cary Grant.

Henry dips her and she laughs, happy. She likes that too, being happy. She was sad for a long time.

In the mirror is Mulder at the corners; she sees him hold out his hand to her for the shadowed dance they did for so long. It was a tango more than a waltz, it was a minor key more than it was ever a major. It was painful and sweet and lonesome and violent.

Henry kisses her beneath the chandelier, cups her face in his big hand. “I love you,” he mouths.

She smiles up at him. “I love you too.” And she does, oh, she does. She rests her head against his chest, against his solid, endless heart.

Dana - Scully - closes her eyes until Mulder slips away, William slips away. The shadows gather in the mirrors, in the corners, and they are alone together in the crowded room.

[rustycottoncandy]

I FINALLY GOT MYSELF TO DRAW SOMETHING

LOOK I DID THIS! I'M GETTING BACK TO NOT-ONLY-DOODLING FUCK YEAH! HENRYVERSE: PRINCESS HENRY!

TW for self-harm scars

[halfusek]

Hey there Bendy fans!

Wanna join an animatic collab?

My dear friend @insane-control-room (who drew the art above!) is organizing (with a teeny tiny bit of my help) an animatic collab!

If you are interested, come join the Discord server with this invite link:

The first project we are planning on making is creating an animatic for Bendy and the Ink Machine’s 7th anniversary with using the song “Should I Stay or Should I Go?” by The Clash.

The animatic will be a silly, Henry (and Henryverse, ooh la la) centric project. Each artist will be assigned at least two panels. Slots are limited, and role call closes on December 1st. The final deadline will be February 1st, with check-ins every two weeks or so! Editing skills are welcome! :)

A more detailed roadmap looks like this: December 1: End Role Call December 7: Finalize Verse Claims. All Henry References Submitted December 31: Submit Sketch January 14: Submit Progress January 31: All Panels Submitted February 7: Preview/Final Edits February 11: Showtime!

Generation X’s “Dancing With Myself” and Imagine Dragons’ “Sharks” are also on the roster for future animatics, so if you want first dibs on those roles, come on and join now. Note: Sharks will require that you have worked on at least one animatic with our team previously due to an ambitious workload.

[browa123]

Funny idea. The toppat clan tries to work together to bake a cake but its all just vanilla extract and a pathetically small amount of other ingredients tossed in. idk i saw the memes going around and that popped up. sorry.

One of my discord servers is talking about a Henryverse version of that, actually.

Oh, what's a Henryverse?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[into-the-henryverse-fanfictions]

Ending the Side Characters is now Into the Henryverse Fanfictions! From now on I'll be expanding my fics to all of the Henry Stickmin fandom!

[into-the-henryverse]

Blog under construction, Please forgive the dust.

[gwaciechang]

Bobby Hayes/Clark Kent

Thank you @harperhug for the beautiful birthday fic! And thanks for letting me post it here and take all your credit, lol.

The spot smelled like old plastic, rotting food, and all the other cast-offs people tended to leave in their wake. And as long as Clark didn’t think too hard about which of those were seeping into his shirt, it was pretty soothing. The place where he had been buried smelled like the wood of his coffin, the formaldehyde his suit had been soaked in, and faintly of flowers that his mother had brought day after day. Next to the dumpster smelled like none of those. The closest thing to home that he had was a packet of hot chocolate powder he had taken from the hotel, simply because it was the same brand his mother had always used, just different packaging. Smoother, or maybe his fingers were just less sensitive than they had been before.

He had forgotten, in the time since he had come back, just how strong his senses could be. At first he had been sheltered, ironically, by the grave he escaped, and when he got out, that he was out at all meant no one minded when he needed to crawl into a dark space and just breathe. And when that had passed, he was at home the home he’d grown up in with the woman who raised him. He’d foolishly assumed, when he could look at the ring Lois returned without feeling like he was being stabbed in the chest all over again, that he was ready to return to, if not being a superhero, then at least to helping people through his journalism. The invitation from an English journalist who had been caught by the drug smuggler she had investigated, asking for help, seemed like exactly what he needed.

And now he was hiding behind a dumpster, where he couldn’t help anyone, not even himself. He rubbed his thumb on the packet of cocoa powder, feeling it soften minutely with every stroke.

Someone kicked down a door, one block down. He raised his head and listened carefully. A man begged someone to take off his shoes, another man was demanding information on someone named Harry Clayton, and there was a person of indeterminate gender who was breathing heavily and not moving.

Clark was in front of them before he was aware he had moved. “Come on,” he hunched his shoulders to make himself seem smaller before he motioned for the figure, frozen in fear, to approach him. They ran toward him, flashing him a grateful smile, and made it to the stop just before the bus arrived.

A shout from the mysterious apartment made them pause before boarding, and they looked at Clark with a plea written plainly on their face.

“I’ll take care of it,” he promised, waving them off.

They smiled and turned around. Clark waited until he heard the bus carrying them away before he super-sped into the apartment, pausing only for a second to take off his shoes, and managing to arrive just in time to place his hand over the barrel of a gun.

“Now, I’m sure you’re not threatening this good citizen,” he let the familiar voice slip smoothly through his lips.

“You think you’re Superman or something?” the gunman snorted before turning back to the young man behind Clark. “Did you hear-”

The man rattled off a phone number.

With a glare, the gunman hid said gun somewhere Clark couldn’t see, and walked out. The young man slid down the wall, trembling and muttering...something in rhythm with his rapidly tapping fingers. Clark let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and winced at the painful amount of disinfectant that seemed to permeate every inch of the room, which still somehow didn’t get rid of the strange chemical bitterness he could also smell.

“Is there somewhere else you can stay?” Clark asked. He received no response, except more counting, so he knelt until he was about eye-level with him. “My name’s Clark, Clark Kent. What’s your name?”

The man swallowed six times before saying “Bobby Hayes” so quietly that Clark could barely hear it, even with his advanced ears. He said it five more times, each quieter than the last.

“Hello, Bobby,” he held his hands up so they were clearly visible. “Can I help you in some way?”

Bobby shook his head, still shaking like a leaf, but he didn’t look like he was about to wither underneath Clark’s height anymore.

Clark swallowed back his helplessness. He knew he had once stood in a room with the last of his planet and an innocent family, and what his hands had done, but.... “I’m going to touch your back, OK?” he asked as steadily as he could.

Bobby flinched and his shaking grew more intense, but it almost immediately petered out until his spine relaxed into Clark’s hands. Clark, however, was tensing at the feeling of every single knob on Bobby’s spine through a worn, over-starched shirt.

“Could I use your kitchen?” he asked suddenly.

Bobby nodded wordlessly, eyes closed.

“Where do you keep your mugs, Bobby Hayes? Here?” Clark asked, one hand already on the smooth handle of the wooden cabinet in anticipation of acquiescence.

“NO!” Bobby shouted as he dove for the handle. “Don’t touch my things, please go,” he pointed to the door.

“Alright,” Clark raised his hands up again. “But I’d like to make sure you have something warm to hold first, alright?” slowly and telegraphing every move, Clark moved one of his hands into his jacket pocket to pull out the packet of cocoa powder. “My mom used to make this for me when I was scared of storms, and I was scared of them a lot.” Of course, he had heard more storms than most children, but there was no need for Bobby to know that. “I hope it makes you feel as safe as I did,” he said as he handed it over.

Bobby stared at the packet like it was a bomb, a comparison Clark didn’t stop making when he took the packet between his thumb and index finger gingerly. With his bare arms extended, Clark could see the open sores in the crook of his arm. So that was the strange chemical bitterness he had smelled.

“Whatever you’re mixed up with, it’s not too late to get out,” Clark implored.

“You should go,” Bobby said tonelessly without looking at him. They stood there at an impasse, until Clark finally realized Bobby wasn’t going to move until he left. He gave himself a second to put his shoes on at the top of the stairs to the door, as well as to familiarize himself with the sound of Bobby’s rapid heartbeat.

When he finally got back to his apartment (walking, not flying, he wasn’t sure he could still fly) he heard the heartbeat slow, smelled the warm sugar of familiar hot chocolate, and didn’t smell the chemical bitterness of cooked heroin. His heart lifted. For the first time since he had died, he thought he may be able to fly again.

[delusionalkat]

THEY. BABIES. OMG— JACE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ;;

*Slides in* Hello <3 How are you doing? Would you like to start a Henry Invasion?

huh, i could have sworn the Henry Invasion had already begun! oh, i must've just been mistaken <33

[insane-control-room]

(shaking and crying)

im totally normal

(ft @ichaisme's wolf <3)

[inked-spirit]

Here is what I drew as my first new book sketch (that went well).

I drew something like this awhile ago but looking back at was horrible so technically this is major redraw.

Henry's list:

Spider toon- @hntrgurl13

Wolf toon- @doberart

Angel toon- @inkspottie

Demon toon- @trashboatprince

[evansbuck-ley]

henry was planned. they spent six months choosing the perfect egg donor and then another 2 months finding their perfect surrogate monica. buck planned everything down to the second. his nursery was decorated and furniture was built month four. wardrobe filled with clothes and drawers filled with diapers and other supplies by month six. he was even born on his due date - Christmas Eve.

henry’s younger sister rosie, however, was anything but planned. where henry was born from surrogacy, rosie was a safe haven baby.

buck was busy cleaning the ladder one afternoon late summer when a young girl, barely nineteen came by the firehouse. she looked so fragile and lost and she was holding the smallest baby buck thinks he has ever seen. she places the baby in his arms before dumping a diaper bag next to his feet, pleading with him to take the baby. please I can’t do this, i don’t have anyone to help me. I can’t do this alone. please just make sure she goes to someone good.

and before buck could even think to say anything, he was alone, in the middle of the station, holding this baby girl who has the thickest head of dark hair and the sweetest button nose and he swears she look’s exactly like tommy.

then eddie and chimney come rushing cover to figure out what the hell just happened and buck is just stood there, utterly shell shocked. chimney guides buck to the ambulance so he can check her over and noticed how bucks arms tighten around her just for a moment when he tries to reach to take the baby from him. chimney throws eddie a knowing look leading to eddie to immediately pull out his phone to call tommy bc he knows what’s about to happen.

a few hours go by, after the baby had been given the all clear, buck was sitting on the couch with the small girl resting against his chest - waiting for CPS to come. he watches as she rests so peacefully against him, her face scrunching ever so slightly as she moved her small body before relaxing against him once more.

from the corner of his eye he could see his husband making his way up the stairs, with that look of love and fondness he wears whenever he see’s buck with henry. he kneels down in front of him, pressing his hand on the back of the baby, rubbing small circles on her softly with his thumb and smiles because he knows.

and after applying for an emergency foster license and months of paper work and court hearings, rosie madeline buckley-kinard officially joins their family.

henryverse

[henryverse]

So another question, how do you think of Charles? All of you?

(No art cause reasons ;w;)

R! Henry: Never got to know him, really...

VH! Henry: He had the greatest plans...

SBO! Henry: He’s my bro for life!

TT! Henry: He’s awesome!

SSR! Henry: Didn’t know him all that much, but I guess he’s nice?

MBH! Henry: He’s pretty cool.

TCW! Henry: He’s part of the Government, so there’s that...however he’s not my biggest enemy.

T4L! Henry: He’s fine. However he’s with the Government..

TK! Henry: He’s with the opposing side...nice guy though?

CG! Henry: He’s cool. LNE! Henry: Pretty chill.

JB! Henry: Don’t know him much. 

TR! Henry: He’s with the Government so... PP! Henry:

CEO! Henry: He’s a good partner, I can say that.

FM! Henry: Yeah, he’s cool.

[burnt-toast-life]

Everyone give me the name of your Henry and an image of them now please it’s urgent

[jeweledstone]

The Ink Demonth Day 31: Free Day

Drew a thing with @halfusek ‘s Henry (Marshmallow) and my Henry (Lycan) trapped in the studio

[ab-arts]

So it’s not buried in a reblog chain, here’s a separate post with my Henry as Sans

I managed this in like, two-three hours? How do I get such determination for random stuff and not stuff I actually wanna work on lol

Also, separate-post-exclusive alt version: