He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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Latest Posts by unnoticedunawarestillhere - Page 9
I hate how I drew Allison, but oh well!
This post was inspired by 1920's, 40's and 50's fashion!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hudson didn’t look up from his typewriter, his dark eyes narrowed as he blew a strand of hair out of his face. As his fingers gracefully glossed over the keys, striking at the correct letter to collect and form into sentences. His eyes darted left and right, letters swishing back and forth in his vision. Papers were stacked next to him on the floor while his back was hunched over.
The pipes above him hissed, ink dripping down into a puddle a few feet around him. It rippled, distorting the light that reflected in the black inky surface. The shelves around him blocked his view of the hallway as they held boxes filled with reels.
The room smelled of ink, crisp paper and also dampened wood.
Hudson’s fingers abruptly paused, hovering over the keys. He ripped off the paper carefully, wary of tearing it. He set the typewriter down on the ground and gazed at his completed script. Only for his face to twist in a look of disgust.
The words had been typed far too quickly causing a calamity of spelling errors and unfinished words. Words had also been smudged due to the ink not being given time to dry off. Hudson’s teeth bared as he let out his hiss of frustration.
Another hour. Another script. Another mistake. Another headache.
Then he heard something. The sound of a little thud while little feet followed after the sound. Then a clink of a glass.
Hudson stiffened, his eyes narrowing while his shoulders tensed up. He slowly got up, his tired eyes darting suspiciously from left to right. His pale hands reached for an empty glass bottle that sat next to him. The bottle already collecting dust. With paranoia and something much darker. He crept forward, the bottle ready to strike if needed to.
Then he heard it. A giggle.
He swung his head, his grip tightening around the bottle. Before he could strike, he stopped himself. The sound of little shoes hitting the wooden boards. Poking his head out, he saw a little girl.
She looked to be about six years old, no less. Her floral pale pink dress hung neatly on her frame, swishing around with each movement. Her hair was charcoal black, silky and draped over her shoulders. She was holding a glass jar in one hand, the other grasping a metal lid and screw band.
Then there was a small flicker of movement and the girl let out a gasp of excitement. Finally, Hudson’s eyes focused on what the girl seemed to be looking at.
A moth. It wasn’t too big, its wings fluttered with a blur of pale white and birch brown. Before Hudson could think about what to do next, the little girl dashed forward, the jar swinging in her hand as she tried to capture the moth. The moth saw her movements and fluttered towards the light bulb above, providing itself a safe distance from the girl.
The girl let out a grunt as she leaned on to her tippy toes, her heel leaving the ground. Her green eyes glistened with determination. However, the moth was out of her reach, slowly crawling over the warm bulb as if to mock the child.
Hudson abandoned the dusty glass bottle on the nearest shelf, his mind calming itself and reassuring that the child was no threat. He took a step closer, coming into the light.
Before he could speak, the little girl swung her head over to him. The heels of her shoes landed smoothly on the wooden floor. Her green eyes scanned him, before an enthusiastic smile crept through her lips. “Could you help me, sir?” She asked, her voice young and innocent.
Hudson blinked, taking a wary step closer. He paused, collecting his scattered thoughts, before quietly answering, “I suppose so.” He gave a little nod, his hand reaching out gently for the jar.
The girl gave an excited little bounce on her feet. She gave him the jar with an eager smile, her little fingers releasing her grip on the jar as it was secured in the young man’s grasp. “Thanks, sir! That pesky moth is a little too high up for me to catch it,” She explained, which ended in a little giggle.
Hudson gave a quick nod, his eyes flickering over to the moth. The naked light bulb stung his eyes, but he didn’t flicker his gaze away from the moth. No matter how much the light burned his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes, before swinging the jar in an attempt to capture the moth. The jar hit the light bulb and caused it to swing, while the moth fled. Hudson felt a tiny spark of irritation, but didn’t back down. He carefully walked over to the poster that the moth had landed on curiously. His eyes had a predatory gleam as he crept closer then sprung forward with the jar outstretched.
“I caught it!” Hudson yelled in surprise, his eyes widening in his victory. “Holy sh-”, he trailed off, glancing at the little girl. “Holy sheep,” He corrected himself, flatly.
The little girl clapped her hands together, her eyes brightening while she rushed over to see the newly captured moth. “You caught it! You caught it!” She cheered excitedly.
The moth tried desperately to flee, hitting the walls of the clear glass jar, but to no use as Hudson quickly screwed on the jar’s metal lid. After securing it, he passed it to the little girl with a faint smile. “You gonna name it?” He asked, gesturing to the moth.
The little girl stared at the moth, grasping the jar and tilting it slightly. “I’m gonna name it Dusty!” She declared, tilting her head up proudly. She tore her gaze away from the jar and up at the young man. “What’s your name, sir?” She asked, smiling innocently at him.
Hudson blinked slowly, a little taken back. He took a step into the dark, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh….It’s…Hudson,” He murmured, looking a little reluctant. The name sounded a little loose on his tongue. He cleared his throat awkwardly, adjusting his tie. It had been a long time since anyone had asked him his name. Or cared.
The girl beamed, a strand of her black hair tickling her forehead and nose. Her green eyes settled on Hudson. “I’m Fiona! My Daddy’s working right now, so I figured I’d explore! Whatcha doing here, anyway?” She asked, tilting her head.
Hudson rested his hands in his pockets, shifting slightly. He motioned to the typewriter, sitting on the dark and dusty floor. “Writing.” He muttered, his dull dark eyes avoiding Fiona’s bright cheerful ones. He retreated back to the shadows, sliding down the wall and crossing his legs over. He reached for the typewriter and settled it down on his lap, used to its weight.
Fiona blinked slowly, the jar clutched tightly to her chest. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the scattered papers littering around the man. Without a word, she set the jar carefully on a second shelf, giving it a pat, before crouching down and picking up the discarded papers. Her small hands reached for each one as her knees were on the floor to support her.
Hudson paused, looking up from his typewriter. His dishevelled hair trickled to his face, covering part of his face. He combed it with his fingers, before his lips parted, “Hey…you know you don’t have to do that, right? It’s just papers, kid. Nobody cares for them.” His eyes softened as he watched the girl continue to collect the papers. Her floral dress brushed up against dust.
Fiona lifted her head, her hair covering half her face, like midnight obscured it. “I care,” She said simply, her green eyes glancing at the man. She scanned his features. The man looked wary, his shoulders tensed beneath his dull white shirt. His tie was poorly done, while his collar was slightly dishevelled. His dark brown hair was in the same state while his eyes seemed strained for some reason. “Were you in a rush? Sometimes, when I’m in a rush to go to school, I accidentally put on my dress backwards,” she said, a small spark of sympathy.
Hudson stared down at his typewriter, his hands resting on his sides. He didn’t know what to say. What was the nicest way of saying: “I think I’ve lost most of my sanity and I hardly take care of myself anymore”? Hudson let out a sigh, his fingers now hovering over the keys. “Yes. I was in a rush,” He lied, his tone flat.
Fiona narrowed her eyes slightly, as if her child brain was sensing something was off. She shrugged and picked up the papers, collecting them and neatly stacked them.
Hudson watched with a pang of surprise. As the child handed him the papers, his eyes softened. “Thanks…?” He raised an eyebrow, still looking mildly surprised. He took the stack and set it down next to him.
Fiona scooted next to him, watching him with round eyes as the young man typed. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, watching as sentences were brought to life in just a few taps of the typewriter. She observed how focused Hudson looked, his dark dull eyes narrowed as he crammed a paragraph in and how the tips of his pale fingers were stained with ink. It reminded her of her father. Hard-working and always putting effort in. She smiled.
Hudson’s fingers paused, finally taking notice of how close the little girl was and how her eyes lit up with awe. Hudson’s lips pressed together in a thin line, not quite sure what to say. Usually, he hated when people looked over his shoulder to see what he was typing. But those “people” had usually been adults and seniors. Adults and seniors who seemed to judge his process or method of writing. Who would only point out his mistakes instead of giving feedback on what he could do better.
But this was a child. Yes, a random child, but a child with an open mind.
He cleared his throat before Fiona could lean in any closer. “Say…..uh, kid, do..you wanna know how to make a paper plane?” He asked, looking a little awkward. He tore off the sheet of paper he was working on. It didn’t matter. It was probably another page filled with mistakes. Probably.
Fiona’s eyes lit up as she nodded her head vigorously. She eagerly took the sheet of paper from Hudson and gave him her full attention, her fingers itching to fold the paper.
An hour had passed. An hour filled with wonder and laughter while paper planes flew, crumbled and had hit surfaces. The paper planes, who originally had been born as mistakes and frustration had now been folded into something fleeting, but joyful. There had been paper plane fights, while also a paper plane version of catch. It was childish, ridiculous and made them have a blast.
Fiona giggled as Hudson placed down an empty trash can at the end of the room, making it a target. With the crisp paper plane between her index finger and thumb, she launched it and watched with anticipation as it flew. She held her breath, but exhaled when the plane had hit only the rim of the can. She let out a groan, Hudson cheering in the background. She then shrugged, still having a good time.
She glanced at Hudson who was keeping score with just a pencil and a piece of scrap paper. She was almost taken back by the wistful look in his brown eyes. They weren’t dark or dull. They were bright and warm with a child’s playfulness. His eyes looked as if they hadn’t belonged to an adult, but a young boy. She smiled.
“Fiona?” A voice called out from behind, making Hudson and her turn their heads.
Fiona brightened immediately while she dropped the plane and rushed towards her father, her dress swishing slightly with her movements. “Daddy!” She opened her arms and was met with a warm embrace. Her father scooped her up and nuzzled her. His light stubble brushed against her face. She giggled.
“There you are. I was wondering where you wandered off to,” He chuckled, his dark eyes staring warmly at his bundle of sunshine.
Fiona grinned, immediately sharing her story and giving him a full report of what she had encountered. Her green eyes lit up with each detail she spoke of and her grin only got wider with each detail her father listened to.
Her father set her down gently, adjusting his glasses to meet the bridge of his nose. He paused, finally taking notice of the young man, who was sitting criss-crossed on the floor, still holding the scrap of paper.
“So, you must be the brave and talented moth hunter I’ve been hearing about.” The older man chuckled, his eyes glistening with amusement.
Hudson blinked, feeling like an outsider. “Uh ... .I don’t know about talented, “ He muttered, folding the scrap of yellowing paper and putting it in his pocket. He got up with a grunt and began to collect the wild paper planes, scattered throughout the floor.
Fiona strayed from her father and began to help too. She carried a bundle of them in her arms, some poking at her skin. She eagerly put them in the trash with a look of triumph and pride. “There! All better!” She announced, her hands placed on her hips.
Hudson let out a sound that resembled a quiet chuckle. He threw his share of paper planes, before grabbing the can and placing it in the corner. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face heat up when his eyes met Fiona’s father’s warm gaze.
“Thanks for entertaining her. Must have taken a lot of work. My bundle of energy here can be a bit of a…handful.” The man chuckled, playfully messing up Fiona's black smooth hair. Fiona giggled, hugging her father’s middle while he put an arm around her.
Hudson awkwardly shifted. “Uh, it wasn’t that big of a deal. She’s…a good kid.” He then smiled slightly. “Besides, it’s not like I was getting much done anyway.” His tone was joking, but there was an undertone of truth beneath the words.
When a pause had hit between them, Hudson took a step closer, lending out his hand. “I’m…Hudson. Writer’s department,” He said, his voice steady, but his eyes a little uneasy.
The older man smiled, meeting the young man’s hand. “I’m Chris. Animation Department,” He explained, his tone friendly. The two hands parted and Chris looked closer at the writer. Something about the young man’s appearance was concerning, but so subtle that Chris wasn’t quite sure what it was. He pushed the feeling down and just smiled at Hudson. “Pleasure to meet you, Hudson.” He said while feeling his daughter tug at the hem of his shirt, trying to gain his attention.
Hudson’s eyes had a flicker of surprise, but was gone in a blink of an eye. “Likewise.” He mumbled, letting his hands rest in the pockets of his pants. His gaze wandered to the shelf, before it landed on the glass jar. He slipped his hands out of his pockets and reached for the jar, his fingers touching the smooth cool glass.
The moth had now settled to the bottom of the jar, its wings twitching. He carefully took the jar off the shelf and walked over to Fiona. He crouched down to meet her level and gave her the jar. “Can’t forget about Dusty,” He mumbled again, his eyes growing soft.
Fiona giggled, her small fingers gripping the jar. “Thanks, Mister Hudson!” She turned around and presented the jar to her father, who responded by giving her a thumbs-up. “Daddy, I’m hungry!” She said, staring up at Chris with pleading eyes.
Chris chuckled, patting Fiona on the back. “Alright, alright. Let’s get something to eat,” he said. He turned around, his hand gently grasping Fiona’s. He motioned towards the entrance. “C’mon then.”
Fiona hesitated, staying where she was. She threw Hudson a glance, who was standing closer to the shadows. She then tugged on Chris’s hand, a quiet plea for his attention. When Chris looked at her, Fiona carefully gave him the glass jar. “Hold this, please.” She then swung around, abandoning her father’s hand for a moment. She walked calmly to the shadows, only to wrap her arms around Hudson’s middle. “Thanks for everything, Mister Hudson,” she murmured.
Hudson stiffened in her hold, but gave her a pat on the back. “Take care, kid. You’ve got quite the talent. Use it,” He muttered, his tired eyes soft.
Hudson watched the two walk off, Fiona clutching the glass jar. He heard Fiona’s voice in the distance, chattering excitedly.
The room felt empty now. Silence filling every surface of the room, only the occasional buzzing of the lights above and the floors creaking below. A sense of loneliness hit him hard in the gut.
Tomorrow was July first. Canada day. His family would be celebrating back home.
Not him though.
He was far too gone for that. Too stuck in a blend of the tar of his frustration and the shards of his internal isolation. And was stuck in New York.
His throat burned. His mouth tasted bitter and salty while his eyes felt strained in the light above. He rubbed his temples with his hands and slipped back into the shadows of the room. He slid down the wall, retrieving the typewriter once more.
Ink splattering on the keys in a fluid motion.
Time for another hour. Another script. Another mistake. Another headache.
(This is a gift for: @creationandcalamityau )
Featuring Grant Cohen (with a chainsaw cause why not)!
I really like how Grant's ink form has a lot of detail and shows his guts hanging out. :3
Poor accountant doesn't get paid enough for this.
EVERYONE LOOK AT WHAT MY MOOT DREW!!!
Poor Grant :(
Death and Taxes
Don't you hate it when you hallucinate your boss being a shadow demon behind you? yeah me too, Grant, me too.
Yeah Idk what this was, but I wanted to draw Grant Cohen again!
Good luck with your audition! You’re gonna be awesome!
Thank you!! I'm auditioning for the role of a Jock (who is an asshole).
I'm really nervous XD
What are we?
Human.
No.
No?
That's not what I'm seeing in the mirror right now.
...
What do you see?
What do you see?
Please stop. Let's be better.
Aren't we in too deep for that? Too blurry?
No, wait, please, let's think about this. We didn't mean to do that, we'll be okay. We'll be fine. We are Okay.
...
Where are my eyes?
...
Where is my throat?
...
Where is me?
...
Shut up.
We are happy, we are fine.
We have eyes, throat, flesh, blood, we are complete.
So where is me?
......THIS IS SO HUDSON'S REACTION.
Sorry I've been kinda inactive, my mental health has been kinda shit lately. Oh yeah I'm also now hyper fixating on breaking bad. anyways I drew @unnoticedunawarestillhere OC Hudson
how long have you been into EPIC :3?
Hmmm, I'd say two years now! :3
I got into it when I heard the song "Just A Man"!
And then I decided to read more on Greek mythlogy!
Tagged by @macchiatosdumptruck (ty!!<3) to post four of my favorite characters, and then let you guys pick which one I'm most like
Tagging: @darthdisco @midnight-in-santa-carla @thinkblotted @berd-alert @milkbath69 @kanescrown @kiefersgrave @bornfreak @blushingunderwar @angrycryptidd @anya-tlb @dreamyyycatcher @donaka-screaming @bprd-section51 @t4tvampireisms @rain-universe (no pressure of course!)
How does Pinterest see you?
Cerca queste nove parole chiave:
Flavour, Weather, Flower, Disney princess, Movie, Element, Era, Dessert, Aesthetic
E prendi la prima foto che compare nella home! ✨
Grazie @hope-now-and-live , fedele compare di un così delizioso passatempo. 🌹 Anche in questa terza edizione Pinterest ha indovinato! ✨
Ho solo un piccolo appunto da fare: il film "Piccole donne" è uno dei miei preferiti, ma solo se è quello del 1994; l'ultimo uscito, a cui l'immagine della locandina corrisponde, l'ho trovato atroce (se qualcuno volesse conoscerne i motivi, quattro anni fa mi sfogai per bene subito dopo averlo visto, troverete tutto qui).
Ad ogni modo, questo mi consola, perché significa che l'algoritmo non è ancora in grado di indovinare quale versione di una stessa opera gradisca. Almeno per ora... 👀
Cari lettori, come sempre, se avete voglia di partecipare a questo divertissement siete tutti invitati!
Se vi incuriosisce vedere l'esito degli altri How does Pinterest see you a cui ho partecipato, cliccate qui e qui.
Se invece volete che ci seguiamo anche su Pinterest mi farebbe molto piacere, ecco il mio profilo! ✨
How does pinterest see you?
search up fashion, pantone, mood, and food and save the first picture that comes up!
I don't know too much about the outfit, but everything else is on point 😭 ✋🏼
(Please don't judge me 😅)
@cupidstarz @thegodswillstrikemedown @flowysgonemad
@slaterdevil @shypiemakesthings
“how pinterest views me”
look up the corresponding pictures on pinterest and pick the first one that pops up!
celebrity, shoe, bag, job, room & aesthetic
no pressure tags/anyone feel free to do this!!
@endereies @sturnioloshacker @matts-myloverboy @sturniolosiphone @bernardsbendystraws @cupiidk1lls @lovesturni0l0s @pr3ttyf4wn @catsincookiecostumes
"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 :/
i'm making a character where my moots pick the features!! could you pick the clothing style? :D
The clothing style?
Hmmm maybe a vintage style?
Vintage as in maybe something from the 20's-60's.
Hope that's what you meant by clothing style, if not, talk to me! ^ ^
"Now guess what we call a two dollar coin in Canada."
(When you're one of the only Canadians in the work place and you have to educate people.)
Left is @creationandcalamityau 's oc: Clifford Conway (holding a loonie aka one dollar in Canada)
HUGS YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh >:D
I so badly want to hug your Hermes (he's my favourite god XD)!!
I really love how you designed him!
aw thank you!! :D, I just assumed Hudson is taller than Hermes lol might be wrong though :3
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.)
You're welcome to draw Hudson here
I really wanna draw some BATIM ocs(humanoid or toon, Bendy vers or not) Either dm me or reblog with refs
A gift for @bladevoyager using their Susie Campbell!
(Such a pretty silly thing :3)
"No big brothers allowed up in the tree house!"
Norman (D&B): "Bitch, I made that tree house."
Brothers forever.
Young Johnny and Norman take a hike with my Johnny and Norman! (and then I had to ruin it with sad moments, my bad.)
(Context: D&B Norman and Johnny were in Boy Scouts at the time)
This is a gift for @fishymom-art ! I was rereading their BATIM au comic series (metal and ink!) and then I felt the urge to draw the Polk brothers, cause why not! Really hope they like this.
(sorry the inking looks like shit :P, I got rushed.)
They would take about chucking a table at Allison-I'm kidding.
They would probably be talking about the latest hot gossip in the studio and also sing together cause why not.
(Your art is so pretty!! They look so freaking gorgeous. U-U)
If you're still taking requests: Could you draw my Susie hanging out with your Susie? :>
RAHHH YOU DRAW HER SO PRETTYYYY!!! I'll never pass up a chance to draw my beloved wife Susie. My requests are basically always open :D what do you think they would talk about 🤔
There's got to be an Alice like this in someone's Au.
She got fucking tired of perfection a while ago.
"One day, I'll see you fall."
When Johnny died, Norman slowly lost it day by day.
Bertum had actually paid Norman in my AU, to assassinate someone in Joey's and Sammy's cult. (Will go into that later on)
Cards.
Comic for @cupidstarz (Melody is NOT my oc, but theirs.)
And so:
I tried my best. Some words might be blocked out while it's all just shitty pictures due to my crappy camera (very sorry). This comic wasn't scripted well so my apologies. I really just wanted to make a story with these characters and yeah. I spent fucking two weeks on this so PLEASE read it when you get the chance.
i tried to go but
you're kinda cool and
i don't want to stick around
but you're cool
Thank you, it means a lot to hear that.
I hope you stick around, but that isn't up to me
GUYS. GUYS. LOOK AT THIS PLEASE IT'S GHOST HUDSON OH MY GOD I JUST-
TAKE ALL MY LOONIES *yeets loonies at moot*
Ghost Hudson (Gift)
GORE WARNING UNDER THE CUT!!!
Also there's a GIF!
Based on a silly crossover rp I did with @unnoticedunawarestillhere featuring his character Hudson but as a ghost this time!!! I had a lot of fun drawing him! Hopefully, I did his design justice! I don't draw too much detailed gore like this but I felt it was fun to try!!!