#benry au

[deedjre]

redraw of this

was wanting to redraw somethin and decided yeah sure while i'm still thinking about hlvrai i might as well redraw my silly au benry dying again.

[lairde-lampblack]

did some more nostalgia doodles this time for my benry au with @mook-pooltable

[mook-pooltable]

yeah, im gay

G- back

A- on my

Y- bullshit

~mod mango

[doodlingant]

The old Studio [chapter 4]

My hand hurts lmao Sorry for the repost, I made a mistake. Thank you so much to the amazing @koffeeuwu​ for helping me out with a panel I lost!!! EDIT: I FORGOT HIS TAIL ON THE LAST PANEL AAAAA EDIT: FIXED, SORRYYYYY

[steampoweredwerehog]

It is kinda weird to ask, but.... What is the reaction to our big inky son if he noticed that perfect!Bendy Henry has a tail now?

Not weird at all! I wasn’t sure which big inky son you meant, so I did both. :P

[inky-lacuna-numinous]

Found an old post of mine, decided to redraw it, quite nice to see how different they are compared to one another. @owldart here you go dude

[owldart]

I like giving choices, so 41. “Granted, this has never worked before, so really we’re just hanging onto hope with this one.” for the Benry AU or 30. “Just because I did it doesn’t mean you should too.” for Mayday Parker?

(Mayday’s will be coming later, thank you for enabling me snail)

“Granted, this has never worked before, so really we’re just hanging onto hope with this one.”

It’s true, but Linda still feels like Thomas shouldn’t say it.

Or, well, Tom. As he likes to be called.

It’s a bit odd to call a large hunk of human remains, soul, and ink ‘Tom’, Linda thinks, but then again, it’s not nearly as odd as calling her husband a ‘cartoon’. So she believes she can live with a bit of odd. Not too much, mind you- but just enough.

Lindy is arms deep in paper and paint. There’s some other young man next to her, a book on magic open in his hands, and he’s pointing out where she needs to be more precise in her markmaking, and where she can afford to let the details go. His name is something like Elijah, Elias, Eli. It begins with E.

Considering that they’re basically ‘suing Joey Drew across time, space, and several planes of existence’, Lindy doesn’t mind the direction. Or her father occasionally looking anxiously over her shoulder.

There’s a sound from nowhere like a slide whistle whenever he attempts to subtly slide over. He’d never been able to hide his moods from Linda, but now he’s even more obvious than he ever was before.

He’s also much shorter, but Linda has always been taller than her husband.

It’s his mind that she’s worried about.

Henry’s been odd, since coming back. And more than ‘just enough’ odd. He’s comical, but it’s not his sense of humor. He adapts, but his plans are less sensical. He feels completely different.

Last night, over a cup of something she’d slipped some of his favorite whiskey in at his request, he admitted that it frightened him. Because he could feel the change.

So Linda had stepped in.

With her daughter, every one of those ‘cartoons’ from the studio, and a hefty amount of phone calls made from the Magical Yellow Pages, she’d enacted her plan- to remove the magic from her husband and all those affected, to the best of her ability. Magic relied on sacrifice and payment- whether it was something small, like a bit of energy to help a child fall asleep, or something large, like paying a sum of money to a group of transmuters to make a building. If Joseph Drew had unlawfully taken payment for his magic from her husband and his workers, who were ignorant to his machinations... then he had stolen. And a case could be made for Joey Drew to have to pay dividends to restore what had been lost.

Of course, Joey Drew didn’t say much these days. Instead, her husband had a an inky doppelganger whose sense of humor was even worse than what Henry used to have to animate. He chuckled, he laughed, he was expressive to a fault- but what used to be Joey Drew hadn’t said a real word in months.

Linda didn’t believe in demons. The existence of magic had been proven, and the existence of creatures made of magic was also a given- but the religious context of that existence was still hotly debated. If they were real and could be killed, were they anything but mortal?

Human, but less than expected. Magic, but more chaotic.

“I think this is what it should look like,” Lindy cuts into her thoughts, a smudge of gouache paint smeared across the tip of her nose. “I wrote the magical plea in ink, drew Dad the way I remember seeing him last in pencil and paint, and pinned that photo you gave me to the bottom.”

Elias- yes, that’s his name- nods, and seems happy with the work. He pulls out some sort of small bottle, and it’s full of what Linda can only describe as liquid stars.

“We’ve made the wish,” the man mutters, and uncorks the bottle. Lindy gives him a brush, and he dips it in.

Every ‘Toon’ gets a dab of starshine on their cheek- a small freckle of imagination.

Holding hands with her husband and concentrating, Linda focuses. Because she believes everything will be alright.

And as the plea letter starts to glow, starlight lifting it from the table, her small dream starts to come true.

[queenofcats17]

So, @owldart had this new installment to the Benry AU and I found it really funny

Henry might not want a date with this angel but Sammy sure does

I found out Sammy has a tail and I had to take advantage of it