How Long Have You Been Into EPIC :3?

How are you so good at drawing humans?

I struggle, man. Most of the time, I use refs or actually sit in front of the mirror just to draw a god dang pose.

However, I always remind myself that humans? Yeah, they're just a bunch of shapes. In my art style, they're just a bunch of boxes on top of each other.

INTRODUCTION (cause I just remembered)

Hello there! You may call me Untitled or Hudson.

My pronouns are He/him or they/them(?) and I am a Canadian artist/writer!

I always try to be on the neutral side and think in shades of grey (so I'll sound pretty annoying sometimes XD)

My BATIM Au is called: Dead And Buried!

I love drawing/writing/reading horror and gruesome stuff! Also I like reading history! (Examples: WW2, WW1, Plains of Abraham,etc)

I listen to true crime and supernatural podcasts/ documentaries.

I do not tolerate:

-Homophobia/ Transphobia

-Racism

-Sexism

-Paedophilia (seriously gross..)

-Ableism

-Bullying/harassment

-Trump supporters

The list could go on. Which is unfortunate.

I really love interacting with BATIM/BATDR community, so please don't mind me, I mean no harm ^ ^! I also write and draw more than the BATIM fandom (might actually post stuff). The fandoms I like are:

The Still Wakes The Deep

Pressure (from Roblox)

Don't Starve Together

Murder Drones

Inside Job

EPIC the musical

Welcome Home!

And more!

Don't feel afraid to send asks!!

Reblogs are appreciated!

I am unable to donate money and neither are my friends.

Please do NOT copy my work, thank you.

Feel free to role play with my BATIM au or me (Hudson) in the asks! Since..I don't have discord and what not. Which is sad :(

Hudson furrowed his brow, his hand stroking Ray's hair gently as his other hand went to Ray's shoulder, rubbing it slightly with a cold hand. He felt uneasy that he had already been pronounced dead, but in a way, relieved.

"Ray.....you need to take care of yourself. I don't want you suffering like this...and I know suffering."

"I just....I know I can't take off the grieving, but damn it...I don't want you to go down like this. You have so much to offer Ray. And more than a pretty face. Even though that's a pretty sweet bonus."

"You're creative, sweet, loving, sensible and tough inside. And so smart."

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.

Hudson when the studio was going to shit.

Hudson's health was affected by poor lack of sleep, accidentally consuming ink, lack of eating and isolation. (Rings under eyes)

He started picking fights as he now had a short-fuse with himself and others (lack of sleep and food). (Bruised left eye.)

He started hearing things and seeing things which fed his paranoia and short fuse. Isolation didn't help. (Tense stance and face)

(This was made during an rp I was doing with @creationandcalamityau , Hudson drank a lot of ink.)

AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!!! IT'S SO CUTE!!! YAY, THANK YOU <3!!!

Your sona and my sona hanging out? :3

"running errands for the wife!" -BV

The world can seem like upside down bullshit, it's confusing, it's messy and can be overwhelming. I try not to listen to the radio or the news now due to all the overwhelming stuff that's going.

With everything that's going on right now, I just want to say, I hope you're doing okay. If you aren't and feel like nobody cares, I care.

With everything that's going on in this world, from climate change, shootings, COVID, war, (the list goes on), I admit I'm scared and I know other people are too! I don't know why I'm writing tbh. I just want to try and reach out in my weird way and tell you, I'm scared and if you are too.. we can be scared together. No one should feel scared alone. I know what that's like and it's horrible.

Reblog if you can relate to this or feel comforted by this? I just want to know if this post made someone feel comforted or less lonely.

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.

HAPPY FOR ONCE YES FINALLY LET'S GOOOO

THANK YOU STELLA <3

I made the sillies happy :3

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I'm sorry I can't donate, but I'll try telling others about his

Hmm, as an animal lover I feel obligated to ask 😺 for Hudson (or anyone else in your au) :3

Hudson had a tux cat growing up that he absolutely adored as a kid! The cat's name was Sargent. The cat was named after Hudson's grandfather who was a Sargent in the Canadian air force in WW1.

He was never a fan of dogs as he would always get knocked down by them (due to his small size). This later on made him uneasy about dogs in his adult life.

Even distrusts Boris a little because of that.