My Character Sona! I Really Wanted To Draw My Sona Dressed In 1920ish Clothing For Fun And Also Because

Featuring Grant Cohen (with a chainsaw cause why not)!

I really like how Grant's ink form has a lot of detail and shows his guts hanging out. :3

Poor accountant doesn't get paid enough for this.

I’ll dogpile on, how would Hudson feel if Ray liked him lol?

He would be very VERY flustered and might even go out of his way to hold the door for him, make him coffee, stealing ink bottles and paper for him (without Ray noticing), etc.

Hudson would still act distant and annoyed, but that's due to him being scared and still in a tight hold with the ink.

He would also probably set flowers on Ray's desk when no one's there to see him do the crime.

I personally think this would be a very cute ship XD or dynamic

RANDOM AUDIO LOG:

Hudson: I've worked just like everybody else!I haven't even punched that GENT worker in weeks. Seriously, what's the damn problem?!

Writer's Director: You refuse to work with everyone else. Hudson, in departments like these, you are expected to collaborate and use teamwork. You have shown neither of these!

Hudson: I'll show teamwork once Mike stops mocking me! Or when Gordan stops assuming I drink maple syrup for a living! Writer's Director: Hudson. Can't you..I don't know, just try and get along with everyone else?....! Hudson, STOP WALKING AWAY RIGHT NOW. Where the fuck are you going with that type writer...? Hudson: I WORK IN THE SEWERS NOW.

Writer's Director: .... Like...a rat? Hudson: NO. Like a mouse. A Canadian mouse. Writer's Director: Hudson, you can't just relocate, you- Hudson: JUST WATCH ME, LADY. Writer's director:... Hudson: AND TELL GORDAN TO TAKE A FUCKING TRIP TO CANADA.

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

I just realized that I've never drawn ghost Hudson before...

Well, anyways...

Ghost Hudson and Ink Stella :D

GUYS I LOOK SMART FOR ONCE WHATTTTT?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE THIS! THE HANG OUT! NOICE!!

first drawing of 2025!!

I didn't know what to draw them doing then I realized that all the moots I drew are also artists and I was like "I SHOULD DRAW THEM DRAWING TOGETHER!!"

They're talking about BATIM and FNAF together, sharing AUs and theories >:]

@unnoticedunawarestillhere (standing)

@goblin-the-clown (sitting in the beanbag chair)

@zigadoodle ( laying on floor)

Me :]

(ok I'm going to bed now!)

BRING IT ON >:DD JUST NO TPING MY HOUSE >:(

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

GUYS PLEASE CHECK THIS STORY OUT! It's short and totally worth reading!

Going to be honest, the depictions of suffocation and blood were on point and made me smile (BECAUSE IT WAS WELL-WRITTEN NOT BECAUSE RAY IS SUFFERING NO)

The whole "first person" view makes it even more thrilling!! And the wrap up at the end just seems content! Especially since all of this in Ray's perspective!!

Anyway, I hope more fic will be written in the future!!! (I'll be trying to write more, that's for sure)

For The Mind & Lungs

A short Ray/Hudson fic for the Aftermath AU!

Depiction of choking/suffocating + blood! It isn’t very graphic, but the themes are still dark!!

I can’t breathe.

I try to take a breath, but I’m just gasping for air, my lungs never satisfied.

They ache and burn.

I can’t scream either. My voice is muted and dull, like it was just taken away from me.

Maybe it’s because I can’t. BREATHE.

It’s his fault. Who’s fault? I look around, but I can’t see anything. Why can’t I see anything?

Smoke. There’s too much smoke. It clouds my vision; fills my lungs. It stings my eyes, making them water, and now I can’t tell if I’m crying because it hurts or because I’m terrified.

My hand grasps at my chest, pulling at the fabric of my shirt. It feels wet. Warm. I glance down.

My hand is stained red, so is my shirt. Red blossoms from my chest, reaching across the white fabric.

I liked this shirt, I think past the buzzing of other noises echoing in my head. But it’s ruined now. It was white and I don’t want a red shirt.

By now my lungs have found enough air to send me spiraling into a coughing fit, and suddenly I’m doubled over, my chest and stomach heaving uncontrollably. I feel nauseous. The coughing is making me gag, so is the smell of all this smoke.

Everything is so overwhelming. My body is failing me. Tears are spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I helplessly gasp for air past the ragged wheezing. I’m dying.

I’m dying.

I feel soft cloth pressing against my skin as I sit up so quickly it’s dizzying.

I’m still gasping for air, but now it’s not because the room’s full of smoke, my heart is just beating out of my chest. I’m in a cold sweat and I’m shaking like crazy.

Through all of the panting and buzzing in my ears, I hear my name. Soft and confused, a voice I would recognize anywhere.

He asks if I’m okay, and I can tell any response I give will convey a “no” even if I say I am.

I nod and close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. I let him pull me in; nod once more when he asks me if it was another nightmare.

We’ll talk about it later, but for now I just assure him that I’m okay, he should go back to sleep. He holds me in his arms, which feels weird considering I’m usually the one doing that. It’s nice though.

He’s still concerned, but he’s also half-asleep, so he goes along with it as I settle back down. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his chest, staring into the room as I think about other things to distract myself.

Chores. Comic ideas. I repeat the steps to make a paper chrysanthemum in my head and I’m already drifting off by the third flower.

I feel bad for waking him. Even worse that it’s become so normal he doesn’t even look surprised anymore. But he cares.

And they’re all just dreams anyway.

When you have to use your insane little brother as a security guard.

Happy birthday to @creationandcalamityau 's oc Charlie Forester!

In our crossover Au: Forgotten Creations, she and Hudson have a sibling-like relationship! (They aren't blood siblings.)

HOLY SHIT-

THIS LOOKS FANTASTIC :O

The angst is crazy man XD

HOW DARE YOU BE SUCH A GOOD ARTIST >:/

LOONIE ANGST HAS A FUCKING CHOKEHOLD ON ME HOW TF DID THIS HAPPEN :|

@unnoticedunawarestillhere and @thelocalmoth THIS IS YOUR FAULT HOW DARE YALL BE SUCH GOOD WRITERS >:( /hj