Have Some Lovely Fanart Of Hudson Dying In The Snow :]

How does Hudson react,,,,when comes into contact with Biscuits...

(Artist:, this my first time introducing my oc on to Tumblr 😅, testing waters mainly)

Ghost Hudson would be confused.

Reg Hudson wouldn't trust them.

And Scout Hudson would probably like to pet them.

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(Please don't judge me 😅)

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A gift.

Drawing one of my favourite films: Jojo Rabbit!

This looks nothing like Jojo due to my art style, but I tried guys ...

Why the heck does he look a little bit like TinTin...

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

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS GET IN HERE?! Drew the ones who have Canadian blood

This was inspired by a conversation I had with @creationandcalamityau (please follow 'em their art is amazing!)

From right to left: Wally (Wally no-) , Susie, Paul, Hudson and Millie.

(Hi mod for the Sammy blog)

YOUR ART IS AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT :D

You are truly talented and I hope you never give up on your silly little doodles :]

Holy shit.

Oh my god.

THANK YOU-?!

I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY SILLYSNICKER DOODLES THANK YOU SO MUCH??? FIRST THING I SEE IS THIS IN MY INBOX AND I'M ALREADY SMILING?!?!

Thank you so much! I love your blog XD !!

Heyyy

This debate is fucking hilarious

Ok ok, so you drew this image

Me, my mom, and one of our friends are in a debate over what is wrong with his hand

His right hand looks backwards(no offense ment here...)

The friend agrees with me

But my mother seems to think he has 6 fingers...

She is absolutely adamant about him having 6 fingers and will not accept that his hand just looks backwards

This doesn't make sense to her...

Do you see what I'm talking about here..?

Do you, the original artist, think he's got 6 fingers or that his hands backwards..?

(again, I am meaning no offense here, I love your art style, I just noticed that his hand looks funky...)

I was rushed in the process and didn't actually think about it. He has five fingers, I was in a rush with the drawing because I had to host something for my family.

The hand's backwards. I don't know. I'm just tired. In the drawing I accidentally drew him with six fingers during the inking process.

Yay.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

HELP. I cannot pick a name for my BATIM AU. The original name I picked just didn't really seem appealing to me. Either it'll be called: Collect Your Thoughts, The Lonely Echo, Dead And Buried, OR Do You Remember?

What name sounds good to you? I'm so indecisive that it's killing me.

..hell, maybe it should be called: I just came back to my old job and now everything went to shit (JK, JK)

"i just came back to my old job and now everything went to shit" bbg that's literally every batim au in existence /j

dead and buried sounds awesome tho!!

OMGOMG WRITING REQUESTS—

You know me, so I feel as if we can already predict my request…

How about either Jack & Sammy or Jack & Norman? No pressure ofc, I just love them both :3

Here ya go! (Lol I knew you meant drawing request)

Hope you like it!

Also shh..Norman shut it.