Well Idk Abt That Anon, But

YOUR ART IS SO AWESOME!!

AHHHHH GUYS ITS THEM THE FRIENDS YESSSSS

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Creepy ocs together! XD

I adore your oc!! She looks so cool! Her design? AWESOME! The horror? SWELL! If my batim oc (above) could give her a hug! (He's a ghost so no need to worry about puncture wounds!)

He is the elevator/electricity ghost and he will gladly tend to your oc's elevator and lighting needs!

LOVE YOUR ART ARGHHHH!!! <3

I think she made a friend!

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Totally not asking for any specific reason but uhh if Hudson was a fantasy creature what kind do you think he’d be?

He would either be a Wraiths or maybe a siren??

I don't really know lol

Found these when I tried to draw TADC characters, Gangle being my favourite XD !!!

The smell of copper was strong now, almost unbearable as the lights finally stopped flickering and were back to normal. Sort of.

They were brighter than before.

It was almost baffling when the man reappeared, his form more detailed. Detailed being the worst part.

The man's sides were nothing but a spine and rib cage, peering out of the man's tattered shirt. His slacks were loose on his thin hips, the belt too feeble to do its job. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was the bleeding, coming from the centre of the man's chest, pouring down and splattering on his rib cage and shirt. The wound looked deep and way too forced to be "just an accident".

The man's face wasn't visible though, his head still keeping to the shadows.

"I can your heart beat y'know."

"That pretty little thing is doing such a wonderful job."

"But let's be honest. It can only do so much to keep you alive."

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 Andrew Hendrick's age scale!

17-18 year old Hudson: his goal was to grow out his cadet haircut (which he was successful at!) and lived by the employee dress code. He also tried smiling with his teeth!

19 year old Hudson: His hair grew slightly darker at the tips and he tried branching out to colours! As well as trying short side burns. Overall, not much. He also gave up smiling with teeth (thought his smile was ugly).

20 year old Hudson: his face is a little longer, his hair got a little more in control. He accidentally consumed ink at this time. This impacted his mind and caused him to be more paranoid and insecure. He no longer wears a vest due to being indecisive or in a rush. He also grew a little.

21 year old Hudson: hair grew darker and dishevelled as well as tie and collar (not caring to button it up all the way). He is way more aggressive which leads to all sorts of scuffles and is way more visibly strained. He doesn't usually have facial hair, but is more careless with his appearance. Shaving not being that much of a pressing issue as it once was.

What hardly changes (some may not show due to no colour)

The scar on his right brow.

His eyes are brown.

Freckles.

Pale ivory coloured skin.

Slim and short build. (He actually has strength in his arms tho!)

Tie, belt, and slightly pointed nose.

SERIOUSLY GUYS I DON'T BITE

Drawings requests or asks about my AU would be most appreciated because school is making me lose my mind ^ ^! If you want more facts about a certain character let me know!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY AWESOME MOOT: @flowysgonemad

She said that she was into 60' fashion so I had to do some research!

It looks so bad XD since I'm not quite used to 60's fashion nor haven't properly studied it.

OH WELL. HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY AND I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE.

"I may not be as young as you, but I can still recall the joys of the simple things."

Hudson (ghost) hanging out with @creationandcalamityau 's oc, Fiona!

I hate how I drew them because I was rushed. Maybe I'll draw them again and it'll turn out better, who knows :/

With a polite and warm dip of her head, Cathy waved and walked over to Ray.

She caught the kid awkwardly shuffling around a grand oak, its branches outstretched to the sky as sunlight seeped through its leaves and branches.

She smiled, chuckling when she knelt down, her dress sweeping over dirt and grass. Her warm benevolent brown eyes melted in Ray's as she tilted her head. "Well hello, miel. How are you over here? Is the oak giving you company?"

Her teasing was light and sympathetic, before her hands reached out to adjust Ray's collar and sash and patches.

"There. What a pretty little boy you are," she praised, her tone sweet like honey.

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”

Norman Polk from my AU (he looks weird because I didn't have a ref on me when drawing this :P)