An older lady walks right into the break room, clutching a photo album as she has an excited smile on her face. She searches the room, scanning each face. She looks a little disappointed, but suddenly brightens.
@asknorman-polk @art-by-stella @ask-thelyricist
"You must all work with my son! How delightful, I was hoping to share these with him, but you all must see too!" She said, her Quebec accent is clear.
"Aren't these such a treasure?"
@ask-sammy-lawrences-assistant "Oh my, mon cher! Charlie? What a wonderful surprise!! I was just talking to your mère on the phone!! Oh you must see these too! You remember meeting him during these times!!"
She opens the photo album with enthusiasm:
"Oh he always hated wearing that sailor's blouse! Complaining all the time! Instead, he insisted on always wearing his scout uniform!!"
"You may all call me Cathy, by the way."
The smell of copper was strong now, almost unbearable as the lights finally stopped flickering and were back to normal. Sort of.
They were brighter than before.
It was almost baffling when the man reappeared, his form more detailed. Detailed being the worst part.
The man's sides were nothing but a spine and rib cage, peering out of the man's tattered shirt. His slacks were loose on his thin hips, the belt too feeble to do its job. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was the bleeding, coming from the centre of the man's chest, pouring down and splattering on his rib cage and shirt. The wound looked deep and way too forced to be "just an accident".
The man's face wasn't visible though, his head still keeping to the shadows.
"I can your heart beat y'know."
"That pretty little thing is doing such a wonderful job."
"But let's be honest. It can only do so much to keep you alive."
The studio was quiet. There weren’t many people left, most having returned home by now. There was a background noise of groaning pipes and creaking floorboards as Ray walked down the hallway.
He had left his isolate office space in favor of a cup of coffee and some more paper, which somehow the storyboarding department lacked.
He was nearing the elevator, and mulled over whether the risk of the thing was worth not having to use the stairs.
~ @w-graves-nook
The hallway lights buzzed and flickered above. The air smelled stale, but oddly had a copperish tint to it. The floorboards groaned, always causing the worries of breaking.
The friendly posters and cut outs just seemed dull, almost sickening. The cheerfulness just not being what it used to be.
The air suddenly grew cold, like a cool draft coming in, even with no windows being in the premises. The feeling of dread was being tight in the air as it was almost overwhelming.
A loud clang could be heard as an abandoned type writer had been thrown off of a supply crate, causing metal to scatter into parts.
The feeling of being watched was sudden.
And the air was tense.
Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤
(Well uhh actually I think your art is super cool >:D )
PUMPKIN TRAINNNNNNNNNNn
(also thank you. Your art is awesome!)
hmm seems like fun, is it alright to ask for two characters, can ask about Joey and Sammy disability head cannon (idk if I'm supposed to add the 🦾 emoji) I know they're neurodivergent /j I'm joking just interested in hearing how you head cannon them. anyways I'm going to go back to learning blender and freaking out about high poly models (scariest thing out there tbh).
In my AU,
Joey doesn't have a physical disability at first. He developed one later on due to Thomas's death ending in Joey having a bullet stuck in his leg.
Without having proper medical help or attention, he develops a limp later on due to damaged tendons in his right leg. Much later, he uses the ink to his advantage and stabs himself with needles full of ink, in attempts to fix his leg. (No idea what Joey's logic is here, but yeah.)
Joey also has a learning disability in mathematics (as well as a kind of phobia?). Either way, he struggles with numbers and heavily relies on Grant, even if he doesn't take him seriously. Things like taxes, make him increasingly stressed and frustrated (basically like most people. But he just doesn't know how to actually pay them. )
Sammy doesn't have any physical disabilities, but an anxiety disorder is considered a mental disability (at least where I live it is). Sammy (from my AU) also has anger issues, however that isn't considered a disability.
(Also....HUH? Poly models.....okay, I'm scared)
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!
GUYS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE GREEK GODS APPROVES OF MY BLOG??!! *Happy dance*
@unnoticedunawarestillhere I can't send this to your inbox so Imma tag you in it :)
Should I draw them kissing? 🤔
Hudson’s reaction to Ray wearing eyeshadow? (Or any makeup, really)
"I'll take mine black. However, I don't mind if it's the colour of sounds."
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
What's your favorite flavor of ink?
Mine's PURPLE!!
"Since when did it come in different flavors-..?"
He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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