EVERYONE LOOK AT WHAT MY MOOT MADE!!!

Goodness, I feel like the people I save would get sick of trying to remember my name. My powers?? Uh..being able to talk people out of self-harm (I think that is really important).

zeekayart, with the power of phonetic pronunciation of letters, and general art snobbery!

So @justuravghazbin helped with the shape of the face and let me draw this of Hudson. So I hope you like it.

Oh my goodness! This looks amazing :O

Well done! Not many people show their teeth like this (and the teeth are one of his best features as a ghost)!

Thank you and Archer for this! This is very swell!

SURVIVAL GUIDE TO SURVIVING HENDRIKS: THE DO'S AND DONT'S EDITION

DO NOT:

Pick him up. I don't care if he's dead, you do NOT pick him up. This includes carrying him, hugging him so tightly, and spinning him around. (HE IS NOT A FAIRY PRINCESS.)

Throw him around like a doll. He will remember this and will get revenge.

Correct his English/spelling. (ex: "It's gray. Not "grEy"). This Canadian could not care less and might flick a loonie at you to prove his point.

Steal his food or flask. He will personally steal your food/or flask for a WEEK as revenge.

Do not put things out of his reach on purpose or as a joke. He will kick you in the shins to get what he wants (or grab a chair...).

Do not steal his eyes and bury him under the floorboards for a health inspector to see. Or cut his face off. That is very rude.

Do not give him any small object that can be easy to hide and can cause harm or chaos. (Exs: lighter, brick, fork, door handle)

Do NOT give him nicknames that are tied to his weight. This is rude and (though Hendriks won't admit it) VERY hurtful. This also includes comparing his height to other people's and commentating.

Wow.....that's a lot. So, what can I do?

That's not even half of the list...anyway-

YOU CAN DO:

Hot drinks such as hot tea or coco! This is a good way to calm down an angry Hudson while also making him stop drinking any alcohol at the moment!

Listen! We are all human beings who might need to vent or in need of a shoulder to cry on! It's perfectly normal and healthy! Also a good way to bond!

Hugs, pats on backs and friendly nudges! All shouldn't be for a long time (unless, he isn't pulling away) and should be done in good nature. (He's easy to knock down, so be careful with the back pats and nudges).

Heavy fluffy blankets, cozy environment and good company is something that can't go wrong! But even walks in the rain or hikes in the snow is enough as well!

Why does he need all this? He sounds like a weirdo.

Well, buckaroo, it's because he is. However:

We all can be weirdos, so much that it is pretty normal when it's thought about. Us human beings have our needs, wants and flaws.

Your point?

My point is:

it is okay to get help, to be comforted, to vent and to cry. Let's be weird together and create stuff that has a positive effect for others and ourselves (because we are just as valuable!)

Now then, how about I fetch us all some hot coco and warm blankets?

:)

PEOPLE GO READ THIS PLEASE!! IT IS AMAZING. THE WRITER IS AMAZING. gashvahyjsd IT IS ALL AMAZING

continuation from this post

after like two months of (initial) writing and drawing i finally finished the fic!! everyone clap for me profusely (if you want i Guess)

standing at now 38 pages on docs (including images) with a grand total of 13,449 words, i present the first chapter of the longest piece of media i've ever written for anything ever (the neuro is diverging)

Coffee Breath (1419 words) by r0zzk1ll Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Bendy and the Ink Machine Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sammy Lawrence/Norman Polk, Sammy Lawrence & Norman Polk Characters: Sammy Lawrence, Norman Polk, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor (Bendy and the Ink Machine), Jack Fain, Lacie Benton (mentioned), Susie Campbell (mentioned), Allison Pendle (mentioned) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Slow Burn, Sammy Lawrence is trans, and heavily autistic, Non-Canon Appearances, First Kiss, Period-Typical Homophobia, Coffee Shop, Denial of Feelings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Tension, Eventual Happy Ending, Headcannoned backstories, Middle aged men acting like high school girls with crushes (Joke), Norman Polk Has ADHD

Summary: Sammy's working late tonight and thinks he's alone, but unbeknownst to him, he's met with a very familiar face when the power goes out. Follow Sammy Lawrence and Norman Polk on an adventure into Joey Drew Studios as they traverse the miserable powerless studio together by pure coincidence, and find out aspects about each other they hadn't known before. Additionally, they learn things about themselves that hadn't been clearer to either party, changing everything for their relationship in the near distant future.

CONTAINS ILLUSTRATIONS!

copied from ao3

i will be updating the fic as i go on, adding more chapters and tweaking things so Stay tuned!!! #booyah

PFT HAHAHAH-

Stupid Letter.

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

AHHHH NO PLEASE DON'T CRY D: NOOOOOO

Bendy Inktober Day Four: Behind the Scenes

I can’t draw characters crying

BEAUTIFUL <3333

I'm alive I swear. 🥴

One.

Eyes are like the windows to the mind.

Everything is dark under here.

My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.

My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.

Something feels hollow.

My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.

It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.

I need to get out.

I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.

The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.

My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.

I have to ignore it. I have to get out.

Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.

No time. Air's too tight.

I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.

My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.

I need to get out.

Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.

I can't stop.

It's so hard to breathe.

Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.

I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.

Where are my eyes?

You’re art is also super cool! I really can’t wait to see more of your art! >:)

Thank you!! I'm still working on typing up my AU and once I do, I'll be taking drawing requests for that AU!