So CUTE!!! ^ ^ (*Feels The Urge To Draw Jimmy Hanging Out With John*)

Random art of my oc: Andrew Teller who was a doctor during the great Influenza! I made this oc for with a friend of mine.

have you ever drawn Hudson with scruff..?

Yes in a messy doodle and it scared the shit out of me D:

I MEAN LOOK AT THAT WTH

Yoo, I just noticed the drawing requests in your desc. Any chance you have a Jack design? I collect them, y’know. If you couldn’t tell already.

Here is Jack from my AU! I'm happy with his design, just not how I drew him today (he looks a little wonky). His hair is based off a 20's haircut for men, while his suit comes from the early 1900's!

Drew them interacting in my au

Tom accidentally racked up the electricity bill . Grant ain't happy, folks.

I still can’t get over the fact that Grant thinks the gent boys are creepy while Tom called him “mangy” so I had to draw them interacting😭

Someone please draw them interacting more cause my motivation went all the way down😔

Anyways justice for grant everyone keeps being so obnoxious to him

I'm curious as to what your Tom design for your AU is!(Pre fall lol) If you have one, that is lol if not, have a wonderful day/night!(Ask from mainblog but hiii lol)

Here is Tom from my Au! There are some posts already about him, so yeah. I swear he isn't an ass-hole all the time. Just most of the time.

(Hellooo :3)

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

I’m so sorry, I’m dumb and couldn’t figure out how to answer the message privately (don’t ask :’])

John only has one arm, I am working on a full ref for him

oops..drew him with both D": I'm so sorry, I TRIED MY BEST

heya Hudson, for no particular reason at all what did rcaf uniforms look like during WW2..?

asking cause I'm not exactly sure if Google is correct or not...

They looked like this!

This is the uniform that I put Hudson in (however I'm still fleshing out what his rank was and stuff).

For the time being, let's say he wore this

"Eh, writers are weird." Paul shrugged as he slipped on his jacket.

"Ready for work? A few pipes busted down at Heavenly Toys. Mister Flynn ain't happy."

((I can start so here yippee))

Maya slung her bag over her shoulder as she walked into the studio, a wrench gripped tightly in her hand. She hated this place. That Joey guy gave her the creeps. He seemed just…too happy. It set her on edge.

Hudson walked, grumbling. His department was still shunning him out! Then suddenly, BAM! The two collided and Hudson stumbled back, catching himself just barely.

"Argh...watch it, won't you?" The writer grumbled, rubbing his head.

FACTS YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT HUDSON:

Hudson was originally suppose to be trans! However, this choice would impact Hudson's personality and put a different kind of strain on him, which isn't what I wanted for him :(

Hudson's name (while brainstorming) was originally supposed to be Austin!

Hudson's ghost form was inspired by Japanese folklore, most specifically the slit-mouth woman!

Hudson was originally suppose to quit the studio and actually go to WW2! (this was changed because why not and he should suffer in a different way)

Hudson's bisexual! He'll never really say it out loud that much, and won't always clarify, but it's cannon now! I mean, originally, he suppose to be gay, but meh.