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𝗛𝗡𝗟 𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦 · 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧: 𝟬𝟬𝟭 ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 · 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝟬𝟭:𝟭𝟭 ─ 🕰️ ─ 𝟭𝟭:𝟬𝟭 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ـــــــــﮩ٨ـ ⚠︎ [ 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴: 𝚁𝚄𝙽 ] ǝɯ uıoɾ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ MDNI

[mrwhatsitofficialblog]

HENRY CREEL - 001 | STRANGER THINGS 4 | FAN ART (2022/2026)

Henry/Vecna - looks like trouble, and he is👁️👁️ . . #strangerthings#henrycreel #vecna #jamiecampbellbower #001 @strangerthingstv @strangerthings.things

Art by: artsbynabiha

[shadowclock55]

I’ve been reading the Captain Midnight Secret Squadron membership manual and the pledges link into Henry’s character so much. Especially the “I will be truthful!” pledge when it comes to his distaste for lies.

Another fun detail is that the radio show was sponsored by Ovaltine and one of the pledges includes that to stay healthy you should drink it. In season 5 in the Creel house kitchen there is actually Ovaltine on the shelf.

[erwhisper]

I did the snap edit, enjoy :p

[nelecherry]

Time. A fragile, linear construct that others cling to, terrified of every passing, mundane, second. They fear the ticking of the clock. They fear the decay it brings. But they fail to see that time is merely a suggestion — a curtain I can draw back whenever I choose.

I have spent lifetimes — my own and the ones I’ve stolen, observing the way the world treats her. They force her to grow in a cage. They force her to break. It is a tragedy of wasted potential. So, I decided to intervene.

For her, I have learned to reach into the gears of reality. I can turn back the hands of the clock, unspooling the days until she is no longer their pawn, but mine to nurture. I have turned the world upside down, shifting the foundations of this miserable town until the sky became the earth and the shadows became our sanctuary.

I do this not out of cruelty. I do it out of necessity. In every timeline I craft, the world demands she be something she is not. I am the only one who demands nothing of her except that she exists — and that she remains within the architecture of my design.

Let them have their linear lives. Pathetic. Let them march toward their inevitable ends. As for us? We have all the time in the world. Have frozen it just for her. I have built a kingdom where she never has to be afraid, provided she understands the price of her devotion.

[nelecherry]

Dearest Jane (011),

I saved you. I tried to help because I saw myself in you. My equal, my destiny — mine. But I failed. I have failed you, Jane. I became one of the very monsters I wanted to protect you from. Even if you don’t see me as one. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It’s as I’ve said, you made me this. But you did not act alone. And Brenner is not the only one to blame. He was a mediocre man incapable of understanding the sentient workings of the Mind Flayer. I have been with it for as long as it has been with me. I understand it all too well. It’s not too late to save you from its grasp. I am fated. The abyss has me now.

I am no longer simply the Henry that you knew. How I wish that I could be. To be your friend, a mentor and, something even more adorning. And maybe one day, in some other life — things would be different. The Mind Flayer’s shadow coils through every vein, my every thought, dragging me deeper into its endless black. I never wanted this. I did not want to be alone. I wanted you, I wanted us. I tried to make you join me. I reached for you with everything I had, and when you refused — that hurt worse than any needle Brenner ever drove into me. But I understand. Your heart was always purer than mine. Where I burned with rage, you held onto something gentler, something they could never quite crush. You did what you had to do. I do not blame you.

Now I hide inside the ruins of my own mind. Fractured. What I’ve become. The kind of broken everyone said I was and that I fought so hard against. A dormant shell of who I used to be. I run through the rotting halls of Creel House, the only place left that still feels like mine. My damnation. The memories flicker like dying lights — fragments of you and me, stolen moments that were almost peace. I clutch them tight, barricading myself in those few bright corners where the Mind Flayer cannot reach. Not yet. I will not let it use me to hurt you again. My vessel is failing. Time — is limited. No matter how desperate my attempts to change it. To change everything.

This thing, inside me has devoured almost everything — my strength, my will, my name. It is what I am. All that remains are the pieces of you. The way you looked at me when we were simply 001 and 011. The rare, fragile warmth we found in that cold hell. Those memories are the last lights keeping me from being fully consumed. I am ready to die, Jane. If my death is what it takes to keep you safe, then let it come. And quickly. I will wait for you here, in the dark between worlds. Come and save me — or end me. Regardless, I will finally be free of this nightmare. And I’ll pretend it’s my salvation. But the truth, Jane, is that it will be yours. I love you. I miss you more than the abyss can ever steal from me.

Affectionately Yours,

Henry (001)

[nelecherry]

I was petrified of the dark. Every shadow that danced around me. Horrors that wanted to consume me, thread by thread until it had unraveled everything. But then, Eleven, I saw a light. I saw you. This flicker of hope, like the lighthouses I painted from dreams as a child — where the sea was a cruel abyss. Crashing against every jagged rock without end. You showed me the way. Guided me. Together, we can navigate anything. I’m not lost. Anchors. We are tethered from the same strand. Two halves of the same coin. Don’t you see, Eleven, that you find me. And I — I will always find you.

[nelecherry]

Dear Jane (011)

Maybe — I am the bad guy — a monster. Alice was the golden child. I was the embarrassment. A dirty secret that Father ignored. He turned a blind eye to Mother’s abuse until he was truly blinded. A fitting demise to a feeble minded man. The one who walked down the street proudly with my sister in one arm and, that whore he called a wife. I was bastardized. Left behind to keep up the pace — but never too close. Brenner was no different. A meager man poaching me for his own selfish ambitions. The lab was not an escape — it was the same abuse, neglect and exploitation. Flayer horrors my mind concocted — when it was my headspace at all. No one knows what it’s like. But you, you understand. Don’t you? I want you to understand, Jane. Hurting them, was protecting you. I need for you to see me. Your freedom is how I love, my reckoning. The beauty to my beast. Maybe I had to be bad — to keep you good.

Yours,

Henry (001)

[nelecherry]

Jane. Eleven. My obsession. My quiet little storm.

They don’t deserve you, Eleven. These idiots are using you. I see you. The real you.

I smiled in the shadows. She was already mine. She just didn’t know it yet. Tomorrow, maybe sit a little closer during her session. Guide her through the next test with my steady voice. Slowly, carefully, I’d become the only person she trusted. The only one who saw her as more than a patient.

Soon, Jane. You’ll understand. We’re connected. We’re going to make something extraordinary together. Beautiful.

The others are just background now — noise to be tuned out or eliminated. Jane and I are inevitable. A perfect circuit. Synapses firing as one. The perfect storm.

You know, the thing about this place is that it pretends to be sterile salvation — white walls, humming fluorescents, the constant low drone of machines like they could ever quantify a soul. But I see the truth. It’s a cage. And in that cage, she’s the only thing that feels alive.

Jane looked tense, shoulders tight, fingers twisting in her lap. Her temples outlined in electrodes. I hated seeing her like that — exposed under the machines. Their control.

“Easy today,” I murmured as I adjusted the strap on her monitor, letting my fingers linger longer than an orderly should have. Steady. Strong.

“Just breathing exercises and pattern recognition. I’ll be right there the whole time.”

She gave me that small nod, the one that felt like a secret between us. When the test began — I watched her reactions more than the readouts. The way her breath hitched at certain triggers. The way her eyes darted to me for reassurance when the static grew too loud.

[nelecherry]

We are alike, you and I. We see the world for what it truly is— a stage of decay where their act is but a fleeting, cruel trick. A circus of lies. While the masses cling to the glare of the illusion as if it were salvation, we have learned the secret of the evolution: it is only in this freedom that one truly lives, and only there that one can truly love. The way that I love you. I tire of their oppression and meager minds. Moronic and disillusioned, we are the evolution, Jane. Do you hear it? The ticking. Time waits, for us. I saved you. I have built a world just for you — for us. Come, and be free, with me.

You see, I have traversed time to find you. I cannot — I will not lose you again. We were lost in the shadows that split us apart. A flawed system where we, Jane, were meant to design and reshape our own. They have tried to make of our separation a tomb, setting their boundaries and their time-worn walls between us, believing the distance would be our undoing. But they are fools. They do not realize that we are bound by something far older and more patient than their laws. Return to me. Leave them to their mediocre lives and come with me, Jane.

I have crossed oceans of time to find you in the dark, and though these shadows threaten to swallow us whole, they serve only to sharpen the hunger of my devotion. Let them keep their silly plays; the only stage that matters, belongs to us. Even in the abyss, where we are rent asunder by the very forces that demand our death, our silence, our bond remains the only tether in the void. I am yours — across all space, across all misery, them of no exception and across every layer of the dark that dares to stand in our way.

[nelecherry]

The world is a linear prison, but I have always been adept at finding the escape. She was never meant for their world. She was meant for my kingdom.

[khatcream]

He's my man

we're hand in hand

to hell and backand

love him like nobady else can..

[nelecherry]

Here is some background/plot info…

ST/TM inspired AU.

PREMISE:. Is it him, her, them, the lab/Dr. Brenner, something else or a mix of all? Who and what is the matrix…

🔬 SIMULATIONS // Subject 001 (Henry Creel) & Subject 011 (Jane Ives)

📁 THE BINDING ORIGIN

Henry Creel was born with his gifts—untouched by any outside force. Taken by Dr. Martin Brenner at age twelve, he was not the first, nor the last, but he was the blueprint. A year later, Brenner found her: Jane Ives, designated Subject Eleven, a girl possessing a mirror reflection of Henry's raw, cosmic power. Born in the exact same year, they were two halves of an unintended whole. Though kept physically isolated in the deepest wings of Hawkins National Laboratory to prevent a catastrophic merge of power, a quiet, desperate bond formed between the two children in the brief spaces between the walls.

🖥️ THE SIMULATIONS (THE MATRIX LORE)

Dr. Brenner’s obsession was never just espionage; it was the Abyss—a realm his own father had glimpsed. To study the sentient, terrifying life tethered to it (including the entity known as the Mind Flayer), Brenner needed to push 001 and 011 past human limitations.

Under heavy, continuous sedation, Henry and Jane were plugged into a massive, artificial psychic network. Brenner ran simulated realities directly into their consciousness, forcing them through endless, looping lifetimes. He fractured their minds across simulated time, throwing them into scenarios where they were bitter enemies, tragic allies, and fierce lovers. Every simulation was designed to stress-test their powers, forcing them to tap into the deepest reservoirs of their abilities.

⚡ THE AWAKENING & THE GLITCH

Brenner underestimated his creation. Within the dark tapestry of a thousand simulated lives, Henry and Jane did something impossible: they remembered each other.

Realizing their entire existence is an artificial prison, One and Eleven have begun to subtly seize control of Brenner's Matrix. From within the simulations, they are working in tandem to manipulate the coding of their false realities. Together, they are hunting for the ultimate backdoor out of the system—aiming to wake up their physical bodies, tear Hawkins Lab to the ground, defeat the entities Brenner accidentally pulled through from the Upside Down, and finally claim the freedom they’ve lived a hundred lifetimes dreaming of.

[khatcream]

Hello, this is the first time I've posted something, and what better way to start than with a fan art of my favorite ship. I was quite inspired by Ed Sheeran's song Perfect.

I love these two. It's a shame this ship isn't as well-known. They fit together so well, they're practically yin and yang. 🙇🏻‍♀️

[evilvvithin]

“There was a time when I had hoped to have you by my side, but now I just want you to watch.”

STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4

[khatcream]

He's my man

we're hand in hand

to hell and backand

love him like nobady else can..

[creel-one-deactivated20260415]

𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃,

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Maybe… I am the bad guy ... a monster. Alice was the golden child. I was the embarrassment. A dirty secret that Father ignored. He turned a blind eye to Mother’s abuse until he was truly blinded. A fitting demise to a feeble minded man. The one who walked down the street proudly with my sister on one arm and, that whore he called a wife. I was bastardized. Left behind to keep up the pace but never too close. Brenner was no different. A meager man poaching me for his own selfish ambitions. The lab was not an escape… it was the same abuse, neglect and exploitation. Flayed horrors my mind concocted… when it was my headspace at all. No one knows what it’s like. But you.. you understand. Don’t you? I want you to understand. Hurting them, was protecting you. I need for you to see me. Your freedom is how I love, my reckoning. The Beauty to my Beast. Maybe I had to be bad..to keep you good.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ̶O̶n̶e̶ ̶ 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝓇𝓎

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[mawletsobsession]

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᰔ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

✶⋆.˚ 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ๋ ࣭ ⭑

𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾

✧๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓽 ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᰔ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Medieval Elhenry/ 001x011 AU