"No big brothers allowed up in the tree house!"
Norman (D&B): "Bitch, I made that tree house."
Brothers forever.
Young Johnny and Norman take a hike with my Johnny and Norman! (and then I had to ruin it with sad moments, my bad.)
(Context: D&B Norman and Johnny were in Boy Scouts at the time)
This is a gift for @fishymom-art ! I was rereading their BATIM au comic series (metal and ink!) and then I felt the urge to draw the Polk brothers, cause why not! Really hope they like this.
(sorry the inking looks like shit :P, I got rushed.)
I WILL ALWAYS BE IN THE BENDY FANDOM. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME.
Listen - I don't give a fuck if you prefer Batim more than Batdr or Batdr more than Batim
I don't give a fuck about your opinion on this game or character
I need to know how many of us are left in the world...
Edit: YOOO WE GET TO 1000
YESS
BENDY FANDOM (or people who just like it) - RISE!!!
Another edit: 2000???
Where were you hiding all this time???
Edit: yeah, gonna write it here too
By the way this post was not made for reblog bait... I mean, you can do anything - reblog, comment or just like, I just wanted to know how many people still know this game. Not that anyone said it is, I just don't want anyone to think this is. No, do what you want, it's okay
Sometimes I think I can still hear it.
The sound of ink dripping off the walls and vanishing into those dark puddles. The sound of metal cogs grinding against one another. The sound of creaking floorboards.
But I know it isn’t real. Of course it isn’t.
It’s day five now. Five days ago I was tearing up at the floorboards above and now?
I can see the light that shines from outside. I can see people’s faces. I can see the warmest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. A familiar pretty face.
Oh how I missed that face. It’s nice to be able to see it again, don’t get me wrong.
But sometimes, I swear I can see something creeping up on me in the corner of my eye. Always watching, but never drawing near.
I think it’s worth mentioning I read his book.
The Illusion Of Living? That memoir of Joey Drew?
Bullshit, I tell you. But then…..it definitely gives some folks perspective.
The whole philosophy seemed to belong in that inky nightmare, making itself fit right at home there. But now reading it, it just seems ... .oh what’s the word…ridiculous?
It’s ridiculous! Hogwash! But so very real.
I’m real. Well, the sweetheart tells me that anyway.
It’s all still shocking though. All those years trapped in the studio…What am I now? 29? Older? Probably? It’s all fuzzy really. Maybe it’s not even important.
I got a new fresh start. Sharing a house with Henry and his wife, Linda. Me and the sweetheart are in the second guest room upstairs.
It’s a nice house. Tidy, just how Linda likes it. But it feels so…off. By now, I’m used to those filthy machines and gadgets.
Henry is nice enough to let me use the sun room to write my articles. Yep, articles.
I work for the paper now as mostly an editor, but still, it’s something. I can work from the house, though Linda thinks it would be a nice idea for me to go outside and get a sense of normalcy.
I respect Linda. She’s smart, wistful and chipper. A loyal one to Henry too.
But doesn’t she realise that nothing is normal for us anymore?
Going to work in person would just bring me more tension. And from what I’ve been told, I’m full of it. Still, yes, I do sometimes visit the office. Just to please the sweetheart.
But it’s not always for me. Those stares. Those whispers. Those tiny cautious questions.
Oh do I wish I could avoid them.
I sort of dress the same now. White collared shirt, black trousers, belt and leather shoes. Most times I’ll swipe Henry’s fedora. Classy, but doesn’t scream the nines. But getting dressed up feels weird too now. Taking a shower, feeling the warm water, before stepping out and drying myself? It feels off too. It’s like I’m waiting for the water to just..stain me. Like the ink.
But it doesn’t, of course it doesn’t. It’s just fucking water.
I can’t yell anymore. Sometimes it hurts to talk while other days, it hurts to breathe.
But I can’t complain. I don’t want to worry anyone. I don’t even deserve being..saved.
Happy and sane Hudson?!
It's important to remember that this guy wasn't always an asshole, that's all I'm saying XD !!
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!)
Found these when I tried to draw TADC characters, Gangle being my favourite XD !!!
is it cool if I draw Hudson as a clown?
I'm drawing BV as one and wanted to draw some of my moots as clowns too! :3
XD sure! Why not?
He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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