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I saw you found my RP thingo. If you want, once I'm comfortable with the swing of things again, we could rp together?

Of course!! Just let me know when you want to! Don't be afraid, I don't bite.

THIS IS AMAZING WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HUDSON LOOKS GREAT AHHHH

I heard you were taking drawing requests soOo....your Henry hanging out with my Hudson? :O

I sorta messed up Hudson’s face but s h h h h

The stupid dumb idiots

A badly drawn doodle of Hudson and Jack from @thelocalmoth 's au

PFT HAHAHAH-

Stupid Letter.

Stupid Letter.

-Sympathetic, Hudson waited for Henry to catch up, before gently asking, "Do you need to sit down?" -His smile matching his eyes. Gentle and kind-

-Hudson runs into the art department- "HENRY GUESS WHAT I PUNCHED A PERSON FROM GENT AND GOT AWAY WITH IT."

-Being silly. This wouldn't actually be Hudson's reaction, but y'know whatever :3-

Henry sat bolt upright, looking over at Hudson as he ran in. “You did what?”

I LOVE IT THANK YOU :DD

"I suppose doodling the odd ones I see isn't too bad of a habit for me to have...as long as I keep them to myself and trusted associates."

Hudson belongs to @unnoticedunawarestillhere, hope ya don't mind the silly little doodle, needed a bit of tablet practice lol

Yoo, I just noticed the drawing requests in your desc. Any chance you have a Jack design? I collect them, y’know. If you couldn’t tell already.

Here is Jack from my AU! I'm happy with his design, just not how I drew him today (he looks a little wonky). His hair is based off a 20's haircut for men, while his suit comes from the early 1900's!

A gift for @ask-thelyricist !!

Btw I used their Jack from their BATIM AU, so this lovely Jack DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. CREDIT TO THEM!!!

BRING IT ON >:DD JUST NO TPING MY HOUSE >:(

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

-Hudson nodded, amusement sparkling in his dark brown eyes-

"I don't know what to say, but....THANK YOU!" -He laughed in relief. Feeling so darn grateful that Jack didn't think he lost his wits. He ignored the painful bruise that he had and rushed forward, giving Jack a big hug-

"I mean, I'd hate to drag you two into my mess, but jeez, thank you Jack. Thank you for being a friend." -The young Canadian lad had tears streaming down his face-

-Storms into the music room and randomly sits down on the stage, tainted in ink. Takes notice of Jack and waves- "Hey Mister Fain."

(Decided to write the first thing that came to mind don't mind meh :'> )

Jack was tuning his violin when Hudson stormed in, and looked up curiously.

“Oh? Heya, Hudson! Everythin’ alright? I don’t see ya in here often, much less… well, in this state.”

I LOVE THIS THANK YOUUUU YOuR ART IS AMAZINGGGGG

I noticed that you were taking doodle requests and I was wondering..could you doodle me hugging you? :3 I LIKE GIVING PEOPLE AND OBJECTS HUGS DON'T JUDGE ME PLEASE

Have an awesome day my dear moot :>

Ooo YIPPIEEEE!! ✨✨✨

((Sorry, idrk how to draw hugging lol-))

The warning.

Dear, Hudson [REDACTED]

I appreciate you voicing your concerns. Especially the “noise” coming from the vents. I have made sure to tell Mister Franks to check it out.  But, please understand that your fellow peers are beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable when you go on about “something in the walls” or “something watching you from the shadows”.   Joey Drew Studios is supposed to be a healthy work environment and will terminate anything that gets in the way of that. It will also terminate anything that gets in the way of working general. Honestly, Hudson, I’m absolutely shocked at your recent behaviour. You’re usually a hard worker and get scripts done on time, but in these past weeks, I see that you’re really lacking in that.  I understand you've had a little bit of trouble adjusting before, when you first got hired. Feeling homesick is valid when you move to a different place. Especially when it’s a different country. But it isn’t homesickness, is it? 

Your fellow peers are now hesitant when ordered to work with you. Especially when that incident  you caused was…unexpected and violent. You're lucky no one pressed charges on you. I really hope you’ve learned to control your temper during the time you were temporarily suspended from work.

I don’t know what’s going on in your personal life, but your ranting? Your paranoia? It will not be tolerated here in the studio.  Since you have proven to be a diligent worker in the past, Mister Drew and I agreed that you won’t be fired.

 However, understand that this letter is a warning for you to keep your behaviour in check or else you will be terminated. If you struggle with keeping in check, there are plenty of medical clinics and institutions in your area that will provide help. 

And Hudson? Don’t talk about the whole “something in the walls”. Ever. 

You have been warned. If you have any questions about this letter or anything related to this, please ask me during break. Yours truly,  The director of the Writing Department 

❤️🤍💚🖤✌️✌️✌️✌️🇪🇭🇪🇭🇪🇭

Appreciation and thanks should be offered to your decent character for all the help and support given during this dire and tough time due to the incredibly gruesome war over Gaza and its innocent little kids and women.

❤️🤍💚🖤✌️✌️✌️✌️🇪🇭🇪🇭🇪🇭

I...don't know what to say?? I'm really sorry.

-Walks into the art department, holding two cups of steaming coffee- "Hey Mister Stein! Uh, you probably don't know me so..I'm Hudson from writing department. Just wanted to say, I love how you made the trio. As a peace offering, I brought you coffee!"

Henry looked up as Hudson entered. He readjusted his glasses, leaning back in his chair, and smiled softly. “O-Oh, thank you!” He carefully took the coffee from the writer, setting it down on his desk. “So, d-did you only come here to bring m-me coffee, or is there another reason?”

Frustrated.

Frustrated.

I hope you feel better soon! :< Take care!

I didn’t feel good mentally today. I’ll draw tomorrow.

Heyyy! Mod of @ask-thelyricist here :3

If you wanna, I’m open to rp; ‘not like my blog’s getting that much activity anyways.

(I would sent this as an anon as Jack but…..uhm…..I can’t lmao)

.....YES PLEASE!! Lol, I'm still kind of new to rping on Tumblr, but yeah! Sounds great. Thank you :3 Just let me know when you would like to rp ^ ^

Hmm unsure if this is a weird ask or not but what do you ship in batim/dr (don’t worry I’m not gonna start a shipping war, I’m more or less normal when it comes to ships, if I don’t like something I won’t interact, I’m just interested in what ships other people enjoy and if so how they write the ship. :P)

Hmmm in my au, Norman x Susie is one of the main ships. I also like Henry x Sammy or Henry x Joey. If you're curious about the other ships in my au, you can just look at the Dead And Buried Cast.

I like a lot of ships and I can see why people vibe with certain ones, such as: Norman x Sammy or Alice x Allison, etc. Yeah ..uh XD I can vibe with a lot of them and if I made a list..it would be...too long.

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

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

A gift.

I love your art style! It’s really unique and cool ^^

Oh my God, thank you!! Honestly? I really needed to hear this. Thank you again!!

How Could You?

“Mister Lawrence?”

I turned around, only to be met with my apprentice. He shuffled awkwardly, half of him hiding beneath the door. I then stared hard at my desk, letting out a sigh. Without meaning to, I dropped my book, music sheets spilling onto the floor. The yellowing papers swept up dust on the floorboards, I only narrowed my eyes at this. “What do you want, Johnny?” I muttered, kicking off my chair to retrieve the papers. I heard him slowly cracking my office door wide open and taking a few steps in.  Bending down, my hands furiously grabbed the scattered papers. I didn’t look at him. “Sorry to interrupt, but the band is waiting for you.” He said meekly. His British accent caught me off guard. I stood up, carelessly plopping the bundle of papers on my desk. I turned to him, an eyebrow raised. Today, he was dressed in a pale blue vest, buttoned up white collar shirt and brown slacks. I groaned, “Can’t they just warm up right now?” He hesitated, before he spoke, “They’ve been doing that, but..they’re getting impatient.” He nervously blew his light chestnut hair out of his face. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to yell. “Then tell them to wait.” I growled. Johnny frowned, avoiding eye contact with me. In a small voice he responded, “You said that…two hours ago.” Silence. 

I stormed through the vacant hallways, not even waiting for Johnny. Posters were plastered every four feet it seemed. With their cartoonish style, they all stared at me and smiled. This only fed my annoyance. The lights above me flickered and buzzed, making my shadow grow long behind me.

 God, my head hurts. Even though my feet were slamming down on the creaky wooden boards, I could hear Johnny jogging after me. “Mister Lawrence, wait up! I’m sure we could make a compromise with the band, maybe even-” “ENOUGH.” I barked at him. Irritation makes a nest inside my brain. Though, deep down, I do feel a little guilty. Trying to simmer down, I cleared my throat. “Johnny, is your brother already in his booth?” I asked, making a sharp left turn.  He hurried after, finally keeping up with my pace. “Last time I checked, yeah. Though, he was pretty mad that you didn’t show up.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Honestly, it felt like without me, the whole god damn music department would explode. “Tch-well, he better be there.” I huffed. 

Before Johnny could answer, I halted only to be met with a chattering river of musicians flooding out of the music department. Baffled, I yelled at one of the passing tuba players, Rick. “Mister Hoffleman! Where the hell are you-” With dark glaring green eyes, the middle aged man snapped at me, “Shut yer yap, Lawrence! It’s been two months of the same shit ya make us go through. Well, we’re tired of it.” He growled at me, his southern accent lacing his words. I recoiled back, almost stumbling into Johnny! If Johnny apologized, I couldn’t hear it. Not when my blood was roaring in my ears. I watched Rick stomp away, his brown suit jacket hanging from his shoulder.  I didn’t even notice that my jaw was hanging wide open, until Johnny quietly mentioned it to me.  I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t command them to stay. I just stood there, and while I did, lots of folks hissed complaints and glares at me when they passed by. Is this what it feels like? To be powerless? I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I’ve felt this before. When he left.

Turns out, Norman was still in his booth, packing up his projector. Even though the booth was mostly consumed by lingering shadows, we could hear him shuffling around.  I stared up at him, only for him to swing around and glare from above.  “Oh great, the all mighty composer finally arrived.” He said flatly, his dark grey eyes narrowing. With a grunt, he placed the metal projector on a rusted steel cart. “Polk, what happened?” I yelled, still looking up at the booth.  The shadows answered with another grunt, “Whaddya mean what happened, Lawrence? They’re fed up.” A pause. When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Look, I dunno what you’ve been doin these past months, but Jesus, can’t ya just compose the band ON TIME??  Some days, the doors are locked and no one can get in. Why? ‘Cause ya keep forgettin to unlock ‘em. Meaning WE can’t do what we need to do.” I felt my stomach tightened while my fists were clenched. “Can’t you just get Franks to unlock the damn door?” I retorted hotly. “Kid keeps forgettin his keys.” He replied with a monotone voice. I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling my nerves being shot left and right. Norman said nothing else and with that I turned around. I  watched Johnny struggling to gather all the music stands. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to him and helped him put them away in the storage room.  I didn’t say anything. Despite how clumsy or frantic this kid is, I didn’t hate him. He’s a good apprentice.

 Well, decent anyway. 

After stacking up the chairs and cautiously putting instruments in their cases, we were done. During that whole time, I didn’t mutter a word. I was too absorbed in my thoughts.  Was working with Mister Drew on his project really making me digress  from what needs to be done? Surely, I could balance them both. Right? No. I couldn’t and today proved that. Bitter disappointment felt like a knife in my gut, wedging itself further and further in.  I felt something sting my eyes, rubbing them. Jesus, was I so powerless that I was having a stupid CRYING FIT?! I muttered something to myself, when suddenly, I felt a gentle hand clamped on my shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, Mister Lawrence! It’s..it’s been a tough day, but..there’s always tomorrow!” Johnny exclaimed, his eyes brightening.  I stared at him for a moment, actually looking at him. His face looked similar to Normans, same nose, and structure.  Light chestnut hair with streaks of dark brown while his eyes..well. One was dark grey, like Norman, but his other eye was a dark auburn.  Wasn’t that called.. Heterochromia? I think that's what it's called.

Anyhow, he just smiled at me sympathetically.  Without thinking, I smiled back at him.  “I..suppose you’re right.” I said, nodding curtly. He slipped his hand off my shoulder and walked over to the piano. “So, about that music sheet you sent me home with yesterday, I practiced it and I think I got it?” He smiled, sitting down on the chair and straightening his composure.  I was stunned. He practiced it? Hell, I didn’t even tell him to do that. Though, of course, I was skeptical.  I pulled up a stool and gestured for him to start. He cracked his fingers, staring down at the keys and gave it his all. There were a few slip ups, but I was impressed at how beautiful the melody was. And how Johnny was so focused on the piece. When he was done, he paused, before hesitantly turning his head to look at me.  I stood up from my wooden stool and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Good work.” I praised, smiling at him slightly. 

I swear his eyes lit like bright stars. I was proud of him. Even though I failed the band, I didn’t fail him.  Until…I did. 

It’s been a few months since that moment. 

I looked at my shaking right hand, a smoking pistol was tightly in my grasp. 

Oh Johnny. I’m so sorry.

I’m 

      So

               Sorry

The guy on the left is my pressure oc (Nigel) and on the right, that oc (their name is Elliot) belongs to the lovely artist @kirakirabunnii

In another universe, I can just imagine our ocs hanging out ^ ^

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.

So, you asked if you could hug Sally, is the character in your pinned post the one you want me to use for that? I’m drawing it out, but I just want to make sure I use the correct character :]

You may use the one in the intro or this one!

It is up to you! EITHER WAY I GET TO HUG SALLY SO YAYYYYYYYYY

So you do rp? BATIM rp? RPRPRPRPRPRPPRP?

it's been waaaaaay too long, haha!

rprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprrprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprrprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprrprprprrprprprprprprrprprprprrprrprprprrrprprprprprprppprprrprprprprprpr-

Yep! I role play BATIM. I have more info about that in my intro and...holy crap you alright dude-

How Could You?

“Mister Lawrence?”

I turned around, only to be met with my apprentice. He shuffled awkwardly, half of him hiding beneath the door. I then stared hard at my desk, letting out a sigh. Without meaning to, I dropped my book, music sheets spilling onto the floor. The yellowing papers swept up dust on the floorboards, I only narrowed my eyes at this. “What do you want, Johnny?” I muttered, kicking off my chair to retrieve the papers. I heard him slowly cracking my office door wide open and taking a few steps in.  Bending down, my hands furiously grabbed the scattered papers. I didn’t look at him. “Sorry to interrupt, but the band is waiting for you.” He said meekly. His British accent caught me off guard. I stood up, carelessly plopping the bundle of papers on my desk. I turned to him, an eyebrow raised. Today, he was dressed in a pale blue vest, buttoned up white collar shirt and brown slacks. I groaned, “Can’t they just warm up right now?” He hesitated, before he spoke, “They’ve been doing that, but..they’re getting impatient.” He nervously blew his light chestnut hair out of his face. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to yell. “Then tell them to wait.” I growled. Johnny frowned, avoiding eye contact with me. In a small voice he responded, “You said that…two hours ago.” Silence. 

I stormed through the vacant hallways, not even waiting for Johnny. Posters were plastered every four feet it seemed. With their cartoonish style, they all stared at me and smiled. This only fed my annoyance. The lights above me flickered and buzzed, making my shadow grow long behind me.

 God, my head hurts. Even though my feet were slamming down on the creaky wooden boards, I could hear Johnny jogging after me. “Mister Lawrence, wait up! I’m sure we could make a compromise with the band, maybe even-” “ENOUGH.” I barked at him. Irritation makes a nest inside my brain. Though, deep down, I do feel a little guilty. Trying to simmer down, I cleared my throat. “Johnny, is your brother already in his booth?” I asked, making a sharp left turn.  He hurried after, finally keeping up with my pace. “Last time I checked, yeah. Though, he was pretty mad that you didn’t show up.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Honestly, it felt like without me, the whole god damn music department would explode. “Tch-well, he better be there.” I huffed. 

Before Johnny could answer, I halted only to be met with a chattering river of musicians flooding out of the music department. Baffled, I yelled at one of the passing tuba players, Rick. “Mister Hoffleman! Where the hell are you-” With dark glaring green eyes, the middle aged man snapped at me, “Shut yer yap, Lawrence! It’s been two months of the same shit ya make us go through. Well, we’re tired of it.” He growled at me, his southern accent lacing his words. I recoiled back, almost stumbling into Johnny! If Johnny apologized, I couldn’t hear it. Not when my blood was roaring in my ears. I watched Rick stomp away, his brown suit jacket hanging from his shoulder.  I didn’t even notice that my jaw was hanging wide open, until Johnny quietly mentioned it to me.  I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t command them to stay. I just stood there, and while I did, lots of folks hissed complaints and glares at me when they passed by. Is this what it feels like? To be powerless? I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I’ve felt this before. When he left.

Turns out, Norman was still in his booth, packing up his projector. Even though the booth was mostly consumed by lingering shadows, we could hear him shuffling around.  I stared up at him, only for him to swing around and glare from above.  “Oh great, the all mighty composer finally arrived.” He said flatly, his dark grey eyes narrowing. With a grunt, he placed the metal projector on a rusted steel cart. “Polk, what happened?” I yelled, still looking up at the booth.  The shadows answered with another grunt, “Whaddya mean what happened, Lawrence? They’re fed up.” A pause. When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Look, I dunno what you’ve been doin these past months, but Jesus, can’t ya just compose the band ON TIME??  Some days, the doors are locked and no one can get in. Why? ‘Cause ya keep forgettin to unlock ‘em. Meaning WE can’t do what we need to do.” I felt my stomach tightened while my fists were clenched. “Can’t you just get Franks to unlock the damn door?” I retorted hotly. “Kid keeps forgettin his keys.” He replied with a monotone voice. I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling my nerves being shot left and right. Norman said nothing else and with that I turned around. I  watched Johnny struggling to gather all the music stands. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to him and helped him put them away in the storage room.  I didn’t say anything. Despite how clumsy or frantic this kid is, I didn’t hate him. He’s a good apprentice.

 Well, decent anyway. 

After stacking up the chairs and cautiously putting instruments in their cases, we were done. During that whole time, I didn’t mutter a word. I was too absorbed in my thoughts.  Was working with Mister Drew on his project really making me digress  from what needs to be done? Surely, I could balance them both. Right? No. I couldn’t and today proved that. Bitter disappointment felt like a knife in my gut, wedging itself further and further in.  I felt something sting my eyes, rubbing them. Jesus, was I so powerless that I was having a stupid CRYING FIT?! I muttered something to myself, when suddenly, I felt a gentle hand clamped on my shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, Mister Lawrence! It’s..it’s been a tough day, but..there’s always tomorrow!” Johnny exclaimed, his eyes brightening.  I stared at him for a moment, actually looking at him. His face looked similar to Normans, same nose, and structure.  Light chestnut hair with streaks of dark brown while his eyes..well. One was dark grey, like Norman, but his other eye was a dark auburn.  Wasn’t that called.. Heterochromia? I think that's what it's called.

Anyhow, he just smiled at me sympathetically.  Without thinking, I smiled back at him.  “I..suppose you’re right.” I said, nodding curtly. He slipped his hand off my shoulder and walked over to the piano. “So, about that music sheet you sent me home with yesterday, I practiced it and I think I got it?” He smiled, sitting down on the chair and straightening his composure.  I was stunned. He practiced it? Hell, I didn’t even tell him to do that. Though, of course, I was skeptical.  I pulled up a stool and gestured for him to start. He cracked his fingers, staring down at the keys and gave it his all. There were a few slip ups, but I was impressed at how beautiful the melody was. And how Johnny was so focused on the piece. When he was done, he paused, before hesitantly turning his head to look at me.  I stood up from my wooden stool and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Good work.” I praised, smiling at him slightly. 

I swear his eyes lit like bright stars. I was proud of him. Even though I failed the band, I didn’t fail him.  Until…I did. 

It’s been a few months since that moment. 

I looked at my shaking right hand, a smoking pistol was tightly in my grasp. 

Oh Johnny. I’m so sorry.

I’m 

      So

               Sorry

Decided to draw one of my awesome mutuals: @flowysgonemad

I really hope they like it :3 ^ ^U

Sorry it looks so bad XD