Found These When I Tried To Draw TADC Characters, Gangle Being My Favourite XD !!!

The warning.

Dear, Hudson [REDACTED]

I appreciate you voicing your concerns. Especially the “noise” coming from the vents. I have made sure to tell Mister Franks to check it out.  But, please understand that your fellow peers are beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable when you go on about “something in the walls” or “something watching you from the shadows”.   Joey Drew Studios is supposed to be a healthy work environment and will terminate anything that gets in the way of that. It will also terminate anything that gets in the way of working general. Honestly, Hudson, I’m absolutely shocked at your recent behaviour. You’re usually a hard worker and get scripts done on time, but in these past weeks, I see that you’re really lacking in that.  I understand you've had a little bit of trouble adjusting before, when you first got hired. Feeling homesick is valid when you move to a different place. Especially when it’s a different country. But it isn’t homesickness, is it? 

Your fellow peers are now hesitant when ordered to work with you. Especially when that incident  you caused was…unexpected and violent. You're lucky no one pressed charges on you. I really hope you’ve learned to control your temper during the time you were temporarily suspended from work.

I don’t know what’s going on in your personal life, but your ranting? Your paranoia? It will not be tolerated here in the studio.  Since you have proven to be a diligent worker in the past, Mister Drew and I agreed that you won’t be fired.

 However, understand that this letter is a warning for you to keep your behaviour in check or else you will be terminated. If you struggle with keeping in check, there are plenty of medical clinics and institutions in your area that will provide help. 

And Hudson? Don’t talk about the whole “something in the walls”. Ever. 

You have been warned. If you have any questions about this letter or anything related to this, please ask me during break. Yours truly,  The director of the Writing Department 

You are loved, you matter, I care about you.

Please reblog for all of the people who are feeling hopeless right now.

"IT LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU SAMMY WHAT DO YOU MEAN-"

WHEEZES

Thanks to you i have discovered that this exists!!!

Thank you Mr Lawrence :3

"The fuck is that thing-?"

Somebody explain to me why everyone's batim design for their oc's or fave characters look fucking awesome

and Hudson's design looks like shit-

SOMEONE EXPLAIN THAT TO ME

YOUR ART IS SO AWESOME!!

AHHHHH GUYS ITS THEM THE FRIENDS YESSSSS

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Creepy ocs together! XD

I adore your oc!! She looks so cool! Her design? AWESOME! The horror? SWELL! If my batim oc (above) could give her a hug! (He's a ghost so no need to worry about puncture wounds!)

He is the elevator/electricity ghost and he will gladly tend to your oc's elevator and lighting needs!

LOVE YOUR ART ARGHHHH!!! <3

I think she made a friend!

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How would Hudson feel about an aquarium date with Ray? :3

I’ve heard Ray likes the stingrays

Hudson would feel a little uneasy, due to all the families that are probably there, screaming and crowding.

 However, he would focus on trying to relax and even admiring the fish. He would definitely like lionfish and any sea worm looking thing. He would also probably pull Ray into a quiet spot and steal kisses from him because why not :3

"Now guess what we call a two dollar coin in Canada."

(When you're one of the only Canadians in the work place and you have to educate people.)

Left is @creationandcalamityau 's oc: Clifford Conway (holding a loonie aka one dollar in Canada)

EVERYONE SEND THIS TO YOUR FRIENDS IF YOU HAVE TO. VOTESSSSSSSSSSS :00

Does Hudson have a voice claim? I know he’s Canadian, but like, is there anyone you could compare him to?

His voice head cannon would actually be Brett from Inside Job.

Just more tired, angry and Canadian :^

Cathy sighed, shaking her head in distaste. She gave Ray a mere glance, "Sorry. That would be my sparrow."

She marched over to the fence, a moving figure already coming into view as the trees were now having some distance between each other.

The figure happened to a young boy. His scout uniform was smooth, but dishevelled and dirty. One knee had a bandage while one knuckles had a bandage as well. The hat the boy was wearing was teetering at the edge of his scalp, threatening to fall off.

The boy gave his mother a quick glance, before scrambling to hop the fence, causing Cathy to already be on the move. She argued and scolded the boy in French, while the boy was already spitting back at her.

Cathy awkwardly glanced back at Ray, tugging her son off the fence and making him jump off. "Ray, this is Hudson."

"Hudson, this is Ray. You're going to take good care of this boy, okay? He's new to your unit," Cathy said in a soft tone, glancing back at Ray.

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”