What Should I Draw For Hudson?

Hello!

Sorry to all my followers and moots! I've been busy studying for exams and upcoming tests.

I won't be posting much or talking much until after my exams

I can answer quick asks, but I can't rp, write or draw :(

If I do (somehow) have the time to draw, I will

Sorry folks! :(

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

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

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

henlo :3

how is the jimmy doing?

Jimster is doing fine and mighty!

Might have to redesign him :3

VOTE PLEASE.

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

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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.

well idk abt that anon, but

how would Hudson feel if Stella liked him..?

based on a cursed hypothetical ship that my friend suggested because of the drawings I made of Hudson and Stella trying to kill each other... T-T

Hudson would get flustered and probably be even more rude and cold towards her.

HOWEVER, he (as a ghost) would do little gestures. Such as opening and operating the lights and elevator for Stella and giving her supplies that he couldn't care less about (not needing to eat or whatvever). He'd also probably stab and rip people who got in her way of something important.

I doubt he would show his face though, probably embarrassed and not wanting Stella to see the damage :(

Here's the full drawing! (Wanted to give Twisted Alice a more gruesome appearance. Still beautiful though!)

"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)

Hudson glanced at Ray when he fixed his hat, raising a brow, but at least didn't swat Ray's hand away nor hiss. He watched Catherine walk away in a haste, yelling a quick goodbye in French. He would then snap his attention back on Ray.

"Your first impression is that you're asking to get bullied. Stand up straighter, goodness."

Hudson folded his arms, tilting his head as he watched Ray twirl his hair. "Whatever. You're not the first kid my Mere shoved towards me. And you probably won't be the last, knowing her."

He brushed the dirt off his knees and stood up, back tall and shoulders squared. "I wouldn't do that in front of the other guys. They'll probably call you a girl."

His hard glare slowly melted into something more...warmer. Still intense, but no longer icy. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahem. Sorry. Sometimes I forget that no ones around and I don't need to act like this."

He stretched out hand, smiling sheepishly with that cute little gape in his teeth. "I'm Hudson. And I'm going to help you make it through this, alright?"

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.”