HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO THE BATIM COMMUNITY!

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

My answers:

pen! If you couldn't tell XD

I can't really have sugary things

Shape shifting sounds neat!

I'd say bears! Why not.

Halloween or Remembrance day

I like waffles and pancakes equally

50% drawing and the other 50% writing!

History! (Math is where I suck at..)

Magicians!

I have no idea. Crocs?

My questions (with my answers):

Steampunk or fantasy? (steampunk)

2. 20's or the 50's? (20's)

3. Pencil first or pen? (pencil!)

4. Rusted colours or ocean colours? (Rusted colours)

5. Foxes or wolves? (foxes!)

6. Smiling or no smiling in photos? (no smiling)

7. Movies or TV series? (TV series)

8. Be a famous actor or be a quiet writer (but is secretly making loads!) ? (50 and 50, I suppose)

9. Hand gestures when you talk or none? (Hand gestures, even if they make no sense)

10. Interview a ghost from the 70's or hop on a phantom steam train from the 1900's? (Hop on a phantom train and take me away)

Tagging:

@cupidstarz @r0zzk1ll @flowysgonemad @slaterdevil

and who else wants in. No pressure, folks!

Ten questions to ask a mutual

Instructions: prev asks ten questions and you answer them, then ask ten new ones and tag ten people to keep the chain going! I’ll go first

What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten? (For me it’s the time I accidentally drank ants)

do you like purple or green more? (For me it’s a 50/50 I love them both)

what is your favorite two color color combo? (For me it’s purple and gold)

are you a cat or dog person? (Dogs 100%)

what is your favorite painting (Miranda by John William Waterhouse)

Mountains or beaches? (Mountains)

what’s your favorite dessert? (Lemon bars)

are you right or left handed? (Right but I used to be left handed)

salty or sweet? (Sweet)

summer or winter? (Winter)

I’m tagging 11 people but it’s whatever

@wra1th-k1ng

@bladevoyager

@tragedyanddust

@kindred-spirit-93

@urfavgreekmythnerd

@sickneurotic

@ry-diggity

@we-are-but-dead-stars

@thestarryfalls

@tamaruaart

@hermesmoly

I can relate to being bullied about my artwork as well and all I can say now is....SCREW THEM >:) I WILL DRAW TILL THE END OF LIFE!! But also thank you! I try my best.

Really love your art! KEEP IT UP!! >:D

*incoherent noises*

Why is everyone so nice to me?!? What the heck😭😭😭😭

Thank you so much!! Also the same definitely goes for you too! Your art is great!

*kicks down the door*

Hello my good friend would you like to RP

*While fixing the door*

Yes. Hell yeah.

Hudson's opinion on Buddy/Daniel?

Hudson would've gotten a long with Buddy and consider him a friend.

The two would be around the same age when Hudson got hired.

Later when he goes insane, he would've been loyal and protective in his weird messed up way.

Somebody explain to me why everyone's batim design for their oc's or fave characters look fucking awesome

and Hudson's design looks like shit-

SOMEONE EXPLAIN THAT TO ME

GUYS PLEASE CHECK THIS STORY OUT! It's short and totally worth reading!

Going to be honest, the depictions of suffocation and blood were on point and made me smile (BECAUSE IT WAS WELL-WRITTEN NOT BECAUSE RAY IS SUFFERING NO)

The whole "first person" view makes it even more thrilling!! And the wrap up at the end just seems content! Especially since all of this in Ray's perspective!!

Anyway, I hope more fic will be written in the future!!! (I'll be trying to write more, that's for sure)

For The Mind & Lungs

A short Ray/Hudson fic for the Aftermath AU!

Depiction of choking/suffocating + blood! It isn’t very graphic, but the themes are still dark!!

I can’t breathe.

I try to take a breath, but I’m just gasping for air, my lungs never satisfied.

They ache and burn.

I can’t scream either. My voice is muted and dull, like it was just taken away from me.

Maybe it’s because I can’t. BREATHE.

It’s his fault. Who’s fault? I look around, but I can’t see anything. Why can’t I see anything?

Smoke. There’s too much smoke. It clouds my vision; fills my lungs. It stings my eyes, making them water, and now I can’t tell if I’m crying because it hurts or because I’m terrified.

My hand grasps at my chest, pulling at the fabric of my shirt. It feels wet. Warm. I glance down.

My hand is stained red, so is my shirt. Red blossoms from my chest, reaching across the white fabric.

I liked this shirt, I think past the buzzing of other noises echoing in my head. But it’s ruined now. It was white and I don’t want a red shirt.

By now my lungs have found enough air to send me spiraling into a coughing fit, and suddenly I’m doubled over, my chest and stomach heaving uncontrollably. I feel nauseous. The coughing is making me gag, so is the smell of all this smoke.

Everything is so overwhelming. My body is failing me. Tears are spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I helplessly gasp for air past the ragged wheezing. I’m dying.

I’m dying.

I feel soft cloth pressing against my skin as I sit up so quickly it’s dizzying.

I’m still gasping for air, but now it’s not because the room’s full of smoke, my heart is just beating out of my chest. I’m in a cold sweat and I’m shaking like crazy.

Through all of the panting and buzzing in my ears, I hear my name. Soft and confused, a voice I would recognize anywhere.

He asks if I’m okay, and I can tell any response I give will convey a “no” even if I say I am.

I nod and close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. I let him pull me in; nod once more when he asks me if it was another nightmare.

We’ll talk about it later, but for now I just assure him that I’m okay, he should go back to sleep. He holds me in his arms, which feels weird considering I’m usually the one doing that. It’s nice though.

He’s still concerned, but he’s also half-asleep, so he goes along with it as I settle back down. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his chest, staring into the room as I think about other things to distract myself.

Chores. Comic ideas. I repeat the steps to make a paper chrysanthemum in my head and I’m already drifting off by the third flower.

I feel bad for waking him. Even worse that it’s become so normal he doesn’t even look surprised anymore. But he cares.

And they’re all just dreams anyway.

"Hello there! I'm Hudson. How can I help?"

I work in the writers department, though writing isn't my only interest. I also like volunteering to voice act and draw in my free time. I'm the only Canadian in the writers department (that I know of). I enjoy listening to Mister Fain's and Mister Lawrence's music. It helps take my mind off of those blasted GENT pipes.

(Hudson doesn't have an ink form when the studio goes to shit, only a ghost form)

(Untilted's Note: Hudson is my BATIM Sona that I use when I'm role playing. As a Sona, he represents me! However, there are a few things that don't represent me: He's 18. I'm not 18 yet. He's 5'5. I wish I was that tall, but no. Hudson isn't my real name, but I'm absolutely okay if you call me that regardless if you're role playing. I just wanted to let you all know. )

(Feel free role play with my BATIM Sona! He and I don't bite. HOWEVER, if you say anything nasty, you will be ignored or blocked. If you've seen my intro, you know what I don't tolerate. You can catch Hudson interacting in BATIM ask blogs, such as:

@ask-thelyricist

@asknorman-polk

@asksamuellawrence

and probably more! (Btw please check out these guys, they're pretty cool ^ ^. I feel like I should mention this, Hudson's tag is: Writer Hudson. I know. SO original XD.)

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 😭 ✋🏼

"It hurts that you ruined me."