Henlo :3

SO FUCKING EXCITED LET'S GOOOOOOOO

IT'S COMING AND YOU CAN'T STOP IT!!!!! METAL AND INK'S 5TH ANNIVERSARY!!!!

I swear, this was Hudson's (aka my) reaction after he (I) collided with the chair.

I’ve got to know, where and how did Hudson get the scar across his eyebrow? I don’t think anybody has brought that up yet.

Great question! Since Hudson is supposed to represent me in batim, he got that scar on his eyebrow after he scraped it on a metal chair in the First grade. Fun fact? Both of my eyebrows have scars! One from the metal chair and the other from a round (yes, round) wooden coffee table! :)

Merry Christmas to my moots!

For some of my moots, I could not find an OC, persona or anything to correctly represent them, but you guys are still important!

Those shown:

@flowysgonemad

@shypiemakesthings

@slaterdevil

@bladevoyager

@creationandcalamityau 's batim oc: Andrew Harper because yeah

@mildlybizarrecorvid

Happy Holidays, guys! And if you don't give a crap about Holidays, then happy perfectly normal Wednesday.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO THE BATIM COMMUNITY!

Who's who? (right to left)

@saltysublimebouquet (I couldn't draw your persona, so I drew you a Charlie)

@ergoink1 's Wally Franks

@cabinetperson 's Grant Cohen

@thelocalmoth 's Jack Fain

@creationandcalamityau 's batim oc: Clifford Conway

@pixulsfant 's batim oc (couldn't find her name)

Hudson (me)

Next row

@cupidstarz 's batim oc: Melody Taylor

@r0zzk1ll 's Wally Franks

@azzy-demangel 's batim oc: Azzy!

@fancybendy 's Nathan!

@bloodofthedemon 's Maya Green

@eeveelikessoda 's Olivia Combs

@yourfavouriteboyrider 's batim oc: Rider Hoffman

@summerlyewe 's Norman Polk

@eviethenut 's batim oc: Sally

And shouts out again to the BATIM community! It's been an honour being a member and I hope this community thrives like today!

To those I did want to thank, but couldn't find a persona or OC, even au:

@rockyrat

@clonedchaos

@asknorman-polk

@asksamuellawrence

@troubledinkbeing2 (I don't think we're moots, but you still seem cool like the rest)

And more!

Here's a drawing of a ink demon head I thought of, hop ya like it.

Looks great!

Discarded Letter

I think out of everyone and everything here, I'm the closest thing to looking "human", in some twisted way.

Catch me on my left side, you wouldn't think much. A short young man who looks drained, that's all. Sick, even.

Catch me on my right side and you wouldn't want to stick around. No one did, really.

It hurts. My teeth show through the gash and gore while my jaw is slightly slanted. My throat is a mess, inside and out. And my eyes...

I couldn't tell you where they were.

. . .

I've always been on the small side, there's no question about it.

I remember when I was little my mother would call me, "her little sparrow". Like I was weak. Helpless. But precious at the same time.

From the start, I wanted to prove her wrong.

And I think I did, honestly. But not without shame. Or guilt.

Or blood.

...

I remember how I was.

Witty, wistful, nostalgic and eager. Eager to help. Eager to prove what I was worth. Eager to look at the bright side.

What bright side?

I remembered when I went down hill.

I yelled at a friend who was only doing his job. He punched me afterwards. I hurt him with my sharp tongue and he hurt me with his fist.

I think a part of me wanted that. Wanted to be hit, to be hurt. As if maybe that could restore who I was.

Or could gain me a couple brain cells.

I remember how I would sneak off to the sewers, only to be met with welcome arms.

Even if I didn't always want them.

He was there to make me a cup of coffee when I needed it. To teach me melody and beats when I needed a change of subject. And to embrace me when I didn't know what to do.

I loved him more than my own father. And unlike my own father, he loved me back.

And then I pinned a knife to his throat. I asked if he trusted me, if we were friends.

I ruined it. I ruined his trust, I ruined our friendship.

He still loved me though.

I didn't deserve it though. It's not like I was actually his son.

...

I remember when she would comfort me, always treating me like she treated me when I was little. No matter how many temper tantrums I threw. No matter how many insults I spat. No matter when my heart beat had stopped.

She said she would share her heart beat with me. Her heart would beat for both of us.

Whenever I questioned her, she told me, "Because it's what older sisters do."

She said that a lot.

Even though it hurt that she wasn't really my older sister.

I guess she was just that kind.

And then, there was her.

Like the others, I didn't deserve her.

Not her humour, not her snappiness.

Not her kiss. Or her love.

But I wanted to deserve it. All of it.

His friendship.

His forgiving nature.

Her kindness.

And her heart.

I think I even wanted to deserve my father's pride or my mother's sweetness.

I mean, I don't think my father was ever proud of me.

Maybe because he just saw through me, even before I turned insane.

Maybe he was just that smart than everyone else from the beginning.

I got what I deserved though.

Blood, loneliness, wounds that never heal, headaches that never fade.

I'm finally as disfigured as my personality.

Happy Birthday, me. You did it.

Å̴̡̛̛̻͈̲̘̤͑̃̽̀̊̉͊̃̐͗͌̍͘͢͜͞n̴̸̸̢̨̛͍̞͉͖͙͎̝̬͓̤͖̘̪̮̿ͬ̏͊͂̋̽̔͐́ͦ̃ͤ̉̔͗̀̇̎̓̆ͅd͔̼̖̣̤̈́͌̈͋͛̆ͦ͑̋̓̀ͦ Ī̛̘͎̣͖̫̰͚̟͆͌͋̽͆̀͑͋̾̅͆͌̃͊̌̕͜'͓̝̭̅͆͛ͫ̚m̵̡̛̟̫̯̭̭̳̝̝̹̺̙̩͚̙̦̳̑͋͒̀̄̅ͫ͂͑ͤ́̀̎̈́̈͐̋̊ͤ̓̍ͦ̊̔͜͞ s̜̼̱̣̊̒̔̇ͨ̍͒͒͝o̸͖̹̰̦̩͓̭͙̠̖̬̐̋ͩ͒ͯ̆ͬ̓̇́̌̍ͪͪͧ̀͘͢͢͠͞ s̸̴̞͎̃́o̥͙̖͑̽ͨ̌͒r̷͇̻̺̦ͮ͌̅͑͆͊͋̑̑ͨ͝ͅ_̵̮̖̯̳̥͖̯̰̰̃̽̀ͨ̈́̋̒̏͆͊͒́͆͟͢͟͜͝r̹̻̽̑y.̷̗̺͈͌̄̀̈́̍̿͢͟

(For @thelocalmoth and for @creationandcalamityau who might so happen to recognise which characters are being mentioned ;) )

Drew your Norman and Tom hanging out with my Norman and Tom!

(Sorry it looks so bad XD)

Let's say Tom and Norman from my au met your Tom and Norman.

How would that go? :O Would they play cards or something?

hmmm, I feel like my tom would be a bit hesitant to talk to the other tom, after all, he's a rather intimidating guy in general, he's gotta keep up his "scary" reputation. Norman would probably gladly play cards with your Norman! Tom would probably eventually join too!!!

Thanks for the ask by the way omg-

My user name is Unnoticed unaware still here because:

In real life: I've struggled a lot with the feeling of being unnoticed and part of the back ground. Unaware because I'll often daydream and take my mind off of stuff. Still here because sometimes people will forget I'm there in a conversation.

Sorry my name isn't funny or whatever. Just facts I suppose.

Not gonna tag (maybe later). Also, thanks for including me.

How did you get your guy's usernames? I'll start

I named my account after Muxus, Goblin Grandee, my favorite MTG card :)

get drawn mf :]

here we have, a quick sketch of scruffy Hudson✨

he's so cute AGHHH I love him >_<

THANK YOU THIS LOOKS AWESOME!!! HUDSON DON'T SMOKE-

He looks like a divorced Dad :D

Having to use your Chromebook's camera is something that pisses me off so much.

No, I will not use my phone.

It's a bootlegged flipphone and it is equally SHITTY.

Anyways, I'm really sorry I haven't been posting much art. It's been a rough couple of days in the real world and I also have my play production tomorrow. I'll take drawing requests and asks for my au or just for Hudson!!

So sorry to my moots as well! If you ever want to rp or do random improv, I'm here when I can be! Hopefully this slump will go away...