I’m So Sorry, I’m Dumb And Couldn’t Figure Out How To Answer The Message Privately (don’t Ask

Welcome back?

Hiya! Me again, lol. I’m really interested in learning more about Hudson’s story and your Batim AU in general! Is there any post I should start with specifically to get into it?

Also, I really like Hudson’s design and your art style in general. I know I said that already, but I figured I’d say it again, lol. :3

Oh my goodness, thank you!! I can't tell you how happy your ask makes me feel ^ ^.

I did post a thing about my AU cast on my blog and it explains most (but not all characters) in my BATIM au. There is also a post that explains what my AU is about. If you have trouble finding it let me know and I'll try to share it with ya!

Since Hudson's story is a bit long and still kind of messy..are there any specific questions you have about him? I'd be happy to answer them all!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

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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.

What should I draw for the sake of drawing? (Part 2)

Please reblog and VOTE! STEP RIGHT UP AND VOTE FOR WHATEVER!!!

This is a masterpiece. A MASTERPIECE DO YOU HEAR ME-

*Hudson nervously walks up to Azzy*

"Hug?" :3

Extra^^

Azzy is mine, Hudson belongs to @unnoticedunawarestillhere

I WILL ALWAYS BE IN THE BENDY FANDOM. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME.

Listen - I don't give a fuck if you prefer Batim more than Batdr or Batdr more than Batim

I don't give a fuck about your opinion on this game or character

Reblog it if you are actually still in Bendy fandom or at least remember being in it

I need to know how many of us are left in the world...

Edit: YOOO WE GET TO 1000

YESS

BENDY FANDOM (or people who just like it) - RISE!!!

Another edit: 2000???

Where were you hiding all this time???

Edit: yeah, gonna write it here too

By the way this post was not made for reblog bait... I mean, you can do anything - reblog, comment or just like, I just wanted to know how many people still know this game. Not that anyone said it is, I just don't want anyone to think this is. No, do what you want, it's okay

[Hudson took off his shoes and sat at the edge of the bed. His frame slumped as he stared at the window, moonlight slipping through the cracks of the blinds. His dark eyes didn't look at Ray, only focusing on the blinds.]

"No," he muttered, not lifting his head.

[Instead, he slipped out his pocket knife and fidgeted with it. The blade being twirled in a stiff manner, sliver reflective off the stray rays of the light.]

"Meds are in the bathroom cabinet...."

[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]

"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.

[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]

"Take it."

“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.

“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”

One.

Eyes are like the windows to the mind.

Everything is dark under here.

My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.

My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.

Something feels hollow.

My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.

It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.

I need to get out.

I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.

The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.

My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.

I have to ignore it. I have to get out.

Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.

No time. Air's too tight.

I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.

My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.

I need to get out.

Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.

I can't stop.

It's so hard to breathe.

Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.

I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.

Where are my eyes?

Walks in on the conversation without ever being invited-

"If coffee is too bitter for you just put maple syrup in it. Just do it."

Hey, Alex. What’s the best kind of coffee in your opinion? I’ve always found it really bitter, but I really want to like it. Do you know of any Coffee that’s more sweet, or at least less bitter?

"I don't like coffee, actually, I prefer a sweet tea, or, perhaps French Vanilla, it's the only coffee I'll ever have."