He Stared At The Typewriter.

BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS, HENDRIKS! REVENGE, REVENGEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Omg your art is so good! Your poses for this is great :3

NOW PUNCCCHHH HIMMMM

Yaknow what, since I can't punch him irl I made Hudson do it >:]

"polite..?!"

"I'll show you polite!!"

GUYS. GUYS. LOOK AT THIS PLEASE IT'S GHOST HUDSON OH MY GOD I JUST-

TAKE ALL MY LOONIES *yeets loonies at moot*

Ghost Hudson (Gift)

GORE WARNING UNDER THE CUT!!!

Also there's a GIF!

Based on a silly crossover rp I did with @unnoticedunawarestillhere featuring his character Hudson but as a ghost this time!!! I had a lot of fun drawing him! Hopefully, I did his design justice! I don't draw too much detailed gore like this but I felt it was fun to try!!!

My character sona! I really wanted to draw my sona dressed in 1920ish clothing for fun and also because I love 20-50's fashion.

People say I have that "inked comic look"..I think I can see it now XD

Worked so hard on this ^ ^

-Walks into the art department, holding two cups of steaming coffee- "Hey Mister Stein! Uh, you probably don't know me so..I'm Hudson from writing department. Just wanted to say, I love how you made the trio. As a peace offering, I brought you coffee!"

Henry looked up as Hudson entered. He readjusted his glasses, leaning back in his chair, and smiled softly. “O-Oh, thank you!” He carefully took the coffee from the writer, setting it down on his desk. “So, d-did you only come here to bring m-me coffee, or is there another reason?”

Okay so you don't bite but now I gotta know, who in your au (or batim in general) do you think does bite?

In my cast, it would probably be a tie between Tom and Sammy. Also maybe Norman? Tom (left) and Sammy (right)

KEEP THE ASKS COMING PEOPLE >:D

Good luck with your audition! You’re gonna be awesome!

Thank you!! I'm auditioning for the role of a Jock (who is an asshole).

I'm really nervous XD

you said somewhere you were Canadian so erm imagine being scared of Canadian geese, They're also native where I live and something in my dumbass brain tells me I could beat one in a fight./J - from your dumbass American mutual. Also I hope you have a great day >:)

Pft- Canadian geese seriously don't mess around XD. Have a good day yourself!

you are my favorite batim character

I am going feral

HUDSON HENDRICKS I LOVE YOU MAMDNSJKSNSBSBS

In all seriousness, THANK YOU!!! Hudson is my first oc that has had this much attention and has been improved throughout the months and used a lot!!

Doodles!

Figured we all needed a good old Hudson take! Honestly just wanted to see original Hudson again XD

Hudson could sense just how worn out Ray was from everything, even glancing at the spilled coffee from above.

"C'mon. Let's get you to the infirmary. There are beds and cots there, so you won't pass out on me. Besides, I don't want your hand getting infected," he said firmly, gently pulling himself away and motioning to the end of the hall.

He waited for Ray to follow, one hand awkwardly clutching his chest, which was still bleeding. "Seriously, Ray. Stop pushing yourself like this. It's not healthy. And keep in mind the fact I can't properly catch you if you fall."

The studio was quiet. There weren’t many people left, most having returned home by now. There was a background noise of groaning pipes and creaking floorboards as Ray walked down the hallway.

He had left his isolate office space in favor of a cup of coffee and some more paper, which somehow the storyboarding department lacked.

He was nearing the elevator, and mulled over whether the risk of the thing was worth not having to use the stairs.

~ @w-graves-nook

The hallway lights buzzed and flickered above. The air smelled stale, but oddly had a copperish tint to it. The floorboards groaned, always causing the worries of breaking.

The friendly posters and cut outs just seemed dull, almost sickening. The cheerfulness just not being what it used to be.

The air suddenly grew cold, like a cool draft coming in, even with no windows being in the premises. The feeling of dread was being tight in the air as it was almost overwhelming.

A loud clang could be heard as an abandoned type writer had been thrown off of a supply crate, causing metal to scatter into parts.

The feeling of being watched was sudden.

And the air was tense.