Shitty Drawings I Tried To Draw Of Hudson And Ray That Just Didn't Work Out.

I saw you found my RP thingo. If you want, once I'm comfortable with the swing of things again, we could rp together?

Of course!! Just let me know when you want to! Don't be afraid, I don't bite.

BRO HUDSON IS GOOD LOOKING NOW??? WHAT.

AVJASJ I LOVE THIS??? THANK YOU??? DAMN THIS LOOKS SO COOL. HUH???

Got bored so I drew:

@eeveelikessoda 's batim oc: Olivia C and @yourfavouriteboyrider

I'm not happy with how I drew Olivia, so one day I'll try and draw her again.

I don't know. You guys seem cool :)

okay...

is the lil guy you doodled in your intro post Untitled..?

cause for some reason I thought that was like, a prototype version of ghost Hudson...

my friend told me he was Untitled tho...

Untilted is my persona, he's not Hudson.

So yeah, the guy in my intro is Untilted!

Sorry for the confusion

"Therapy is too expensive...."

"But smashing bottles and lighting things on fire isn't."

:)

About my BATIM AU "Dead And Buried."

Dead And Buried is about Henry coming back and discovering the truth of what happened. Henry's memories of the studio and its people are either a bit blurry or entirely gone due to him getting a concussion the month before he came back to the studio. The concussion caused him a mild loss of memory, while the concussion itself was caused in a car accident.

Henry feels something calling to him below the studio when the sudden telegram arrives in the mail. Before Henry received the telegram, he had received a call from a woman named Harriet Polk, who claimed to be Norman and Johnny's older sister. She had found Henry's number in a phone book when she was cleaning out Norman's house. She explained that Norman and Johnny had been missing for a while now and she was desperate to find out what had happened to them. She had already tried going to the police to file a missing persons report, but all they told her was, "They're legally adults. They're allowed to do as they please."

She also recognised Henry's name due to Norman talking about him, knowing that the two worked together. Henry tells her about his concussion and, to her dismay, doesn't have much information that would be useful to her. He could hardly remember Norman. The only people he could remember the most was Joey Drew and the music composer (couldn’t recall his name.) With a heavy heart, Harriet thanked him, then hung up. The conversation though would replay Henry's mind, causing him the determination to collect his forgotten memories.

He finds old photo albums, letters, drawings and even an old marvelous fountain pen that had been gifted to him by someone named Sammy Lawrence. The photos can only answer so much, which was pretty much nothing. The drawings could only be interpreted as "just cartoons" and the pen..well..it certainly didn't explain anything (though it was nice to look at, admittedly). So when that telegram arrived out of nowhere, inviting him to visit the old studio, to get a chance to remember again, he accepted. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything else going on in his life at the moment. 

When arriving at the studio, Henry will have to unearth the hideous lies, bloody nightmares and the screams from friends and foes. How deep will he go to understand the past? How far will he push on to retrieve his memories? Maybe letting memories being Dead And Buried would’ve been for the best, Henry.

I’m so sorry, I’m dumb and couldn’t figure out how to answer the message privately (don’t ask :’])

John only has one arm, I am working on a full ref for him

oops..drew him with both D": I'm so sorry, I TRIED MY BEST

Uh, guys? Could you give Constance a little room?

Brant (left, Constance (middle) and Bill (right) from The Lost Ones BATIM novel, but in my au.

Fun facts:

I purposely made Brant to have a bit of a black eye, reddened nose and band aid because as someone who works for the press, you got to be tough in order to deal with people. Especially violent people.

Constance in my AU, is Latino! She's also a feminist and dreams of being a chemist.

If Buddy from my au ever met Bill...Buddy would turn into a real jerk. Bill has almost everything Buddy doesn't! Causing Buddy to get a little (ok, a lot) annoyed.

LOOK WHAT MY FRIEND MADE MEEE!!

HUDSON LOOKS SICK AND AWESOME AND THE SHADING/LIGHTING IS PREFECT!!!

GO CHECK OUT HER ART, HER ART IS WONDERFUL GO FOLLOW HER!!

Ghost Lad

(TW: Gore/Body horror)

A gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere of his insane silly little writer man Hudson! I could not for the life of me find a good background for the elevator so the broken one will have to do.

I have no clue how to draw scissors well, so that's the best I could do lol.

I have to admit, I really like drawing the creepy side of his face, it's not anatomically correct in the slightest in this drawing but it was still fun to draw! I hope you like it! I have no clue if you changed anything about his ghost design, sorry if it may be inaccurate lol.

I'm sorry but the moment you said Hudson would listen to Buddy Holly I had my attack planned. Anyways wishing you luck on your exams!

Thank you! XD This attack is wonderful!!

[Hudson took the pills from Ray's hand, putting a pause on his knife twirling. His eyes dull and blank as he placed the knife on the bed, swapping it out for the cup of water.]

"Yeah, they did. Cadets too."

"1932, I earned that badge fair and square at age 12."

[He swallowed the pills dry, before taking a sip of cold water. He would then place the glass on the nightstand, making a slight frown at the taste of bitterness in his mouth.]

"Kind of funny how productive I really was at Scouts. Despite the complications."

[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]

"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.

[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]

"Take it."

“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.

“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”