Latest Posts by unnoticedunawarestillhere - Page 4

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...

Random art of my oc: Andrew Teller who was a doctor during the great Influenza! I made this oc for with a friend of mine.

Hey!

it’s Lily/Inky (bloodofthedemon)

I’m sorry for not explaining, but I went on a long hiatus and decided to start a new account to start fresh. I’d still like to be friends though, if you still want to.

Thanks for understanding ^^

Oh! Sure!

Of course, I get it! And being friends would be swell!

GUYS LOOK AT WHAT MY FRIEND DREW!!! ISN'T THIS AWESOME!!

"You Killed Me."

as I mentioned in my reblog of @art-by-stella's wonderful fanart, here's my version of it. She mentioned to me on discord that she wanted to see me redraw this drawing specifically, so I did! it was a lot of fun!

Her version can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/art-by-stella/776470356929183744/this-blog-seems-to-have-become-not-only-a-rp-blog?source=share

This was honestly one of my favourite scenes I had written for the fanfic!

"Therapy is too expensive...."

"But smashing bottles and lighting things on fire isn't."

:)

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

"I think I lost my mind."

"I put my cereal in my coffee grinder."

"And put milk in my coffee beans."

"I only realised my mistake after washing the dishes after breakfast."

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!

click for better quality

"Guess I have to go shopping now...."

Wait you're allergic to eggs? THAT'S SO SAD! D:

What else are you allergic too so I know who to tackle if they get too close-

*holding a notebook and pen* 👁️👁️

"Not much, just eggs, Penicillin, dogs, and specifically peanut butter for some reason

have some lovely fanart of Hudson dying in the snow :]

AHHH!! THANK YOU!! THIS LOOKS SO LOVELY AND SAD!!!

I may or may not be currently drawing you dying in the snow :)

:]

heya Hudson, for no particular reason at all what did rcaf uniforms look like during WW2..?

asking cause I'm not exactly sure if Google is correct or not...

They looked like this!

This is the uniform that I put Hudson in (however I'm still fleshing out what his rank was and stuff).

For the time being, let's say he wore this

The price you paid.

The white static made it hard to see what was what.

 He could see his own  breath like a foggy mist while his feet and arms begged for him to stop crawling through the thick snow.  His nose caught in the smell of burnt metal and vulgar smoke. 

Warm blood poured down as his left eye squinted and winced. 

He touched his forehead only to see a warm sticky red trickle down his fingers. His head lolled to the side, before he regained his focus and continued to pull himself through the snow. 

 Hudson was already feeling lightheaded, but also felt  like the world was slightly slanted.

 Either way, it just didn’t feel right.

 “How long has it been since I left the site of the crash? Have I just been going in circles? Those trees look familiar,”  Thoughts creeped through his  mind as he was too weak to push them away. They ate his determination and hope like bugs, while only emptiness stayed.

 Everything hurts. My  mind feels like someone swung a hammer at my head, He thought. 

However, he thought about Felix, his co-pilot. Poor Felix waited at the site of the plane crash, his torso stuck under heavy metal and burnt steel. 

What makes it even worse, the whole plane ride, all Felix talked about was how excited he was for his and his fiancé's wedding. How they were going to have it at a large beautiful church. Inside the church would be decorated with white flower petals. How they ordered custom golden rings for each other made specifically in Belgium. How beautiful his fiancé would look in her wedding gown. 

Hudson’s stomach lurched at the thought of how Felix’s face twisted in pain when he tried to free his legs from under the wreckage. At how Felix had such calmness in his grey  eyes when he looked up at him. He trusts me. He respects me. 

The wind now sounded like a woman’s high pitch scream. Too much. It’s all just too much. His arms gave out and half of his  face became buried in snow. 

 He could see crimson seeping into the pure white. 

He tried to get up, but his arms gave out.

 He could barely feel the snow cushioning his face. He wanted to call out for help, but he stayed silent. He hardly knew  where he’d crashed. 

Calling out into unknown territory could lead to fatality.

 He wasn’t sure if any enemy officers were around and he didn't want to learn that the hard way. 

His  pale blue winter uniform is soaked. He should’ve worn his pilot suit all together, but due to the rush he was in he had little time to put it on.

 With all the strength Hudson mustered, he army crawled through the snow and pushed ahead. 

It was still bright outside, but he was worried that soon the sky would  be casted into a deep darkness.

 He noticed that the gash on his head was still bleeding heavily and  the tips of his fingers were making his body scream in pain. Shards of glass from a broken windshield embedded into skin. 

 Squinting his brown eyes, he could see that they were an ugly white at the tips of his fingers. 

Frostbite. 

He shivered as he could hear his teeth clattering against each other. 

He wearily looked up where he was faced with a black raven sitting on an overhanging branch. Its talons hooked the branch and its jet black feathers looked glossy in its white surroundings. It tilted its head at Hudson and squawked.

 Hudson heard a twig snap behind him, but he was too frozen to roll over and see. 

The raven squawked again and flapped its wings around frantically before it took off at the drop of a hat.

 It flew away and Hudson watched it in burning envy.

 Even the bird has places to be, He thought with bitterness. He was alone with his thoughts. 

His cold wretched thoughts. 

He glared ahead, before he rested his head on his arm, his legs feeling consumed by the cold. 

For all his life, he had just been debating, comparing and surviving. 

 Reality hit him hard and pulled him under. 

He would never have a chance to say those important words to Bill. 

His family was scattered from the war.

Some of his  friends were still yowling and fighting in the trenches, others fighting in the skies being shot at like birds, and more were dying in hospital beds, wounded beyond repair.

While only a rare few were stuck in New York, cheering him on.

Yet here he was: failing. 

All the letters he had gotten from Jack. All the sweet words from a kind man who had been never, but good to him, would mean nothing soon. The man who he looked up to…the man he had hoped to return the kindness…he would never see again. 

His heart lurched at that. 

And what about Charlie and Cassidy?

Charlie had seen him off when he was on leave. Her hug was powerful even when she cried. He remembered how she promised to write, promised to cheer him on and tell his story.

Cassidy on the other hand now had two kids and was married to Robert. Happy and blessed. 

He was so proud of her and happy.

He was an uncle.

Was.

But his thoughts turned to a different direction. 

He wouldn’t even get discharged honorably, gaining peaceful retirement. Or even recognition for his hard work. 

His body might be lost.

As well as his name in the archives. 

People would forget him.

The cold had reached to his torso now, gripping tightly around his organs while his rib cage was too feeble to protect.  

The bruises and cuts were starting to get to him as the pain he had repressed was now pulsing through him. He could feel the shards of glass poking at tissue and muscle, some even drilling deeper. 

His eyes watered, blurring his vision. His chest felt heavy and his lungs clinging onto his unstable breathing.

 Hudsons head rolled off his arm and was now laid dipped in the snow. 

He glared up at the grey sky with a blurred vision. 

Blood pooled the ground below him while the cold was now to his shoulders, biting through his uniform as it began to stab through his skin. Before numbing it. 

The world slowly grew dark in Hudson's half-lidded eyes. The pilot's breathing grew shallow and slow.

He coughed, tasting blood and bitter soot. 

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, water streamed down his bloodied and soot tainted face. 

“I tried. I really did.” 

“But I can’t get up.” 

Blood, soot, cold, glass, smoke and screams.

Oh such wonderful things.

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

Hudson raised his shaking hand as he somehow ended up on the floor. His knees weak and his brown eyes looking traumatised.

"I'm here," he rasped, his voice cracking a little. "Just give me a minute."

With that said, he fell back and laid on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. His whole body feeling ill and shaken, not even worried about Stella and the prank anymore.

@ask-thelyricist

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

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.

Hudson let out a chuckle, still fiddling with the lighter.

A small smile came creeping on his face when he replied, "It started with me telling Jack how good his tunes were. How everyone liked 'em in the writing department. And when our director was away, we'd blast the radio on full volume."

He smiled a little more now, but still flicked the lighter open and closed.

A young man approaches, offering a small smile.

“Hey, I hope I’m not interruptin’? I’m from the storyboardin’ department, I was told to grab the scripts…If they’re done, that is.”

“The name’s Ray, by the way.”

[hope you don’t mind the intrusion ~@w-graves-nook]

Mister Hendricks slowly peeled his eyes off his typewriter to look at the young man, tired brown eyes turning into mild distrust.

"Okay...? Hold on," the man muttered, having to hop out of his chair and search his lower cabinet drawers.

Finally, he pulled out a crisp file and gave it to the man.

"Here, most of them are finished, but there are some where you're going to have to fill in the blanks," Hendricks said gruffly.

"Hudson," the man pointed to himself.

Hudson hummed in agreement, his eyes studying Ray.

"Will you quit being so nervous? I haven't even touched a hair on you," he grumbled. "Nor light you on fire." He pulled out his lighter, flipping it open and fiddling with it.

If Ray had heard any rumours about this man here, he wouldn't know Hudson committed arson. Twice.

"So how'd you meet Jack, mon ami?"

A young man approaches, offering a small smile.

“Hey, I hope I’m not interruptin’? I’m from the storyboardin’ department, I was told to grab the scripts…If they’re done, that is.”

“The name’s Ray, by the way.”

[hope you don’t mind the intrusion ~@w-graves-nook]

Mister Hendricks slowly peeled his eyes off his typewriter to look at the young man, tired brown eyes turning into mild distrust.

"Okay...? Hold on," the man muttered, having to hop out of his chair and search his lower cabinet drawers.

Finally, he pulled out a crisp file and gave it to the man.

"Here, most of them are finished, but there are some where you're going to have to fill in the blanks," Hendricks said gruffly.

"Hudson," the man pointed to himself.

Happy (late) Valentine's, folks!

Fun fact, hardly anyone in my au has happy endings :)

Hudson wiped his red eyes, face a hint red from crying.

Hudson went quiet. Dead quiet.

Gently, he forced himself to drift away from Jack and stand up to walk towards Norman.

Quickly, his training kicked in once more. He removed his tie and shirt, only having his undershirt now.

He grabbed his pocket knife from his belt and began to cut his shirt into strips, the sound of cloth tearing could be heard.

Once done, he folded his knife and carefully took Norman's bleeding arm and began to use the strips of cloth as a bandage. Wrapping and layering over Jack's tie until the blood wouldn't stain through so fast.

He then secured it all with his own tie and a safety pin.

He said nothing, eyes red from crying and face now unreadable.

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

Hudson felt rattled, his insides failing as the tears still streamed down his face. He wiped his eyes, feeling suddenly tired and uneasy.

He paused for a moment, feeling his mind still fog up, but....

He was him. Like him before all the ink shit.

IN THE WORST OF TIMES.

He then sobbed again, his hands covering his face. He bit his lip and pressed his face into Jack's chest, still not coping the information well.

He wasn't even mad.

Just scared.

@asknorman-polk @ask-thelyricist or @art-by-stella

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

"It's annoying though......." >:(

(Hudson's unpopular opinion)

how would Norman react to the song California

Girls being his theme song..?

(btw if ya want context, go ask @a-walking-contradiction :]...)

(Erm…well I will start off by saying pop……….wasn't popular in that time period…)

“My…theme song? What even is California girls? Like…the state?”

(Alt reaction after he heard the song)

“Wow. This is what people think is my theme song? What have I done.”

Hudson x Bill

Should I draw them kissing? 🤔

HAPPY FOR ONCE YES FINALLY LET'S GOOOO

THANK YOU STELLA <3

I made the sillies happy :3

Hey! Been a while since I’ve been active. How r u doing? :3

I'm doing okay! How are you? :D

I JUST SAW THIS BRO

DAMN WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS-

THANK YOUUUUU GUYS GO CHECK OUT MY FRIEND HERE AND FOLLOW THEMMMMMMM

♬ That’s just the way things go ✎

My hand slipped….:[

Gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere

BROOO EVERYONE LOOK AT HOW AWESOME THIS IS!!!!

This took me wwwwwaaaaayyyyyyyy longer than I expected or intended, and I greatly apologize for it. But here is the Daniel Lewek comic I’ve been working on for the last 2 months.

The name of this comic is “The Perfect Choice”. We get a look into the work life of the young artist Daniel Lewek, and the waves he’s making at his job. You could say the young lad’s been so helpful, his ever so kind boss wants to give him a “promotion”.

Hope you enjoy, soon these comics will have a voice over on the other account.

 40’s FASHION I DON'T CARE I JUST NEED TO DRAW THESE AWESOME PEOPLE SOMETHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

@creationandcalamityau @thelocalmoth @asknorman-polk @asksammylawrence @art-by-stella @eeveelikessoda @yourfavouriteboyrider @im-outa-here

Somebody explain to me why everyone's batim design for their oc's or fave characters look fucking awesome

and Hudson's design looks like shit-

SOMEONE EXPLAIN THAT TO ME

What should I draw for Hudson?