I Think It's Pretty Brave Of You To Vent. I Can Relate To What You're Feeling. I Don't Know If I Can

"I wasn't ready for the photo....." >:/

YO THIS LOOK'S AWESOME!! Lol, Hudson doesn't like being pulled into photos against his will

"heya! Uhh... I drew the group! At least the ones I've met so far... "

"me and the guys I see most often!"

"and my bestie Wally as sort of a cameraman!" Cause I wanted to include him somehow and he didn't fit in the bg lol :]

( @asknorman-polk , @asksamuellawrence, @ask-thelyricist, @unnoticedunawarestillhere, and me in order in the bg, @im-outa-here in the second pic, and @yourfavouriteboyrider on the floor being the main character over there XD )

So... For no reason at all, I was wondering what would be your advice towards anyone who wanted to write something about Hudson? Like what's his general personality, particularly when he first gets hired to the studio and when he's not full of ink poisoning, yet- >w>

What you have to understand about Hudson during this time:

Nationality: Canadian <- we know this. However, did you know that he was born in Toronto and moved to Quebec City? Hudson has French roots as well (due to his Mother).

When moving to New York, he has an overwhelming sense of being an outsider. He is prone to homesickness (homesick), but tries to always push it aside (self-assured). This whole ordeal of moving leaves him very skittish and paranoid.

Hudson's three types of mindset:

"I can also do/be better! I always need to improve. This work needs to be better."

"People are out to get me. Keep your guard up."

"I have to prove my worth and prove people wrong."

Age when hired: 17

Over all personality:

Polite and order taker (meaning he'll take tasks right away) <- these traits being perfected when he was a cadet (a few months before he was hired.) He is very apologetic and is prone to believing that he's in the wrong.

Creative, witty and has a sense of humour. Hudson is eager to share ideas with people and work as a team to get creative projects done. He uses his wits to encourage people, but also to protect himself. His humour is usually dry and Wistfully telling stories to people.

Calculating, paranoid and overwhelmed. He is calculating due to being paranoid and can get overwhelmed by insecurity and work. Self assurance is always forced.

The things that stay consistent is:

Hudson's never ending-need to please and impress his father (David Hendriks) and his desperation to be acknowledged by his father.

Insecurity about his height and overall appearance. He knows he doesn't look his age and is worried he might not look mature enough to be a writer, and not a simple delivery boy.

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Selfish (warning: gore)

Knock, knock, knock.

I’m not going to answer it. I already know who it is.

My breathing stopped when I heard a creak of a board. 

I instantly fluttered my eye open and stared up, having to adjust to the darkness bathing the room. 

It takes me a while for my vision to properly adjust, but I see him. He’s looming over me. 

He’s bloody and contorted. Half his face hacked away till bone seeped through. Throat slashed until vocal cords were ruined. His body is mostly bones, his ribcage peeking from that tattered shirt. 

The thick smell of copper and antiseptic filled my senses, overwhelming as they assaulted my nose. 

Blood won’t stop pouring from him. But it doesn’t seem like he cares. In fact, he’s hardly interested in that.

Those empty black voids, where eyes used to be, wouldn’t stop staring at me. Wanting something from me.

When moonlight strayed through the window, I could see a metallic glint. The scissors….its jaws were clean, smelling of antiseptic. It was as if they had never touched flesh. 

But I knew the truth.

He loomed closer, close enough for me to see exposed teeth from hanging flesh. He didn’t care if I was feeling nausea, no, he wanted me to see.  

He’s twisted, he’s malevolent, he’s ugly.

He’s me. 

And he won’t let me forget that.

I can already feel a cold hand firmly grip my wrist. Boney fingers curling around my pulse and nails digging into soft skin. I try ripping my wrist away, which he complies. 

Only for his hands to aim for my neck, squeezing tightly. This causes me to let out a strangled sound while my hands grip his skeletal shoulders and push him away. 

But I’m panicking. I can feel my lungs being stabbed inside of my ribcage. My windpipe can’t handle this. My oxygen levels are depleting. My breathing is raspy and desperate. 

He smiles at me. The blood from his face already marring mine as it splatters down. 

He presses harder, fingers digging in, oxygen leaking out, sight going blurry and-

I wake up with a startled noise. 

The room is bathed in darkness once more. Moonlight leaking onto the floorboards below as the silk curtains sway gently with each passing soft gale. The clock hung up on the wall ticked contently, its tempo steady. 

My breathing was still unsteady, my heart already trying to shoot out of my chest. 

I squeeze my eye shut, my legs curling in and up to my chest. It’s pathetic, but I can’t handle it. 

My right foot brushes on something warm. I can finally smell the scent of something like sandalwood and cigarettes. I can hear the sound of soft breathing. 

I carefully prop myself up with one elbow, turning my head fully to see a sleeping form of a man next to me. His dark hair is messy and his white under shirt slightly wrinkled. His back turned on me while I watched his frame slowly raise and fall. 

After a moment of uncertainty, I shifted closer, the sound of rustling under the heavy soft blanket being heard. I’m about to reach out and just let myself seek comfort, but….

I’m scared. It’s only been five days since we escaped the studio. Everything is still….new, in a way. And when things are new, that means you can easily just screw them up. 

I drop my hand, letting it fall on the mattress beneath the covers. Forget it. 

Just then I heard a creak as the man rolled onto his side, facing me. Half-lidded brown eyes staring at me while a drowsy smile is already forming on perfect lips. 

“Somethin’ the matter, darlin?” He asked, his voice still rough with sleep. A dark strand of hair tickles his forehead. 

I didn't respond at first. But after a few heart beats, I managed to mumble, “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

I hated when his brow arched like that right then and there. 

Suddenly, I felt my body being pulled towards warmth and sandal-wood. My chest met his and my face buried in the crook of his neck. Hair tickling my face. At first, my body’s stiff, but I finally manage to thaw it all off. Letting my leg curl around his and nuzzling in his shoulder. 

I forget that this is all mine. 

“How can I when you’ve gotten so cold?” He asked me, his voice teasing, but having a warm lilt in it. 

I feel him bringing up the covers closer to us, before warm arms cradle my waist. 

“C’mon. I know when somethin’ is goin’ on with ya,” he said gently. His voice is coaxing and sweet.

Damn it. 

I don’t answer, only shifting closer and glancing at the wall behind him.

“Is it your eye again?”

I froze. 

He knew how much I hated my blind spot. How angry I could get when I bumped into something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Or how anxious I would get when I couldn’t see his face when he spoke to me. 

“You can hear me, yeah?” 

….

“Yes,” I mumbled, biting my lip a little.

I felt a pair of soft lips gently brush my forehead. 

“And you can feel me?”

I went quiet, before meekly answering, “Yeah…”

“And you know I’m here.”

I sighed, nodding as I let him cradle my face with his hands, a thumb stroking my scarred cheek carefully. 

I met his gaze in the dark, moonlight shining in those pools of autumn brown. Before I let myself lean in and kiss him. The kiss made something in my stomach flutter, even now as if I was still a young boy. It was comforting and long. Always desired, always welcomed, but….

I wanted to say that it wasn’t my blind spot that was bothering me this time. I wanted to explain about the ghost. I wanted to explain about all the sharp things in my chest and mind that just kept poking and lingering.

Making me so twisted. So malevolent. So ugly. 

But I can’t. 

How could I ruin this? How could I bring that up and dig up old bitter memories for him and I? 

I’m being selfish for wanting him. For loving him. For glaring at folks when they step too close to him. 

But he’s so beautiful. So gracious. So warm. 

And I hate that he loves me. 

I’m going to ruin him. 

But…

I pulled back for air, catching my breath, before kissing him again. My arms wrapped around his neck as I tilted my head. Letting my nose brush against his.

He’s so sweet. So benevolent. So warm.

And all mine.

And I won’t let him go. 

Because I love him too much. I, Hudson Andrew Hendricks, love Raymond Graves. 

Even when I’m decaying under rotting floorboards.

Drawings of ghost Hudson! His design is still a little bit in the works, but I'm happy how this turned out!

I do understand that I'll probably have to draw Hudson happy and sane once in a while so folks don't get too concerned....(whoops)

Heyyy! Mod of @ask-thelyricist here :3

If you wanna, I’m open to rp; ‘not like my blog’s getting that much activity anyways.

(I would sent this as an anon as Jack but…..uhm…..I can’t lmao)

.....YES PLEASE!! Lol, I'm still kind of new to rping on Tumblr, but yeah! Sounds great. Thank you :3 Just let me know when you would like to rp ^ ^

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener

-Walks into the art department, holding two cups of steaming coffee- "Hey Mister Stein! Uh, you probably don't know me so..I'm Hudson from writing department. Just wanted to say, I love how you made the trio. As a peace offering, I brought you coffee!"

Henry looked up as Hudson entered. He readjusted his glasses, leaning back in his chair, and smiled softly. “O-Oh, thank you!” He carefully took the coffee from the writer, setting it down on his desk. “So, d-did you only come here to bring m-me coffee, or is there another reason?”

Hudson furrowed his brow, his hand stroking Ray's hair gently as his other hand went to Ray's shoulder, rubbing it slightly with a cold hand. He felt uneasy that he had already been pronounced dead, but in a way, relieved.

"Ray.....you need to take care of yourself. I don't want you suffering like this...and I know suffering."

"I just....I know I can't take off the grieving, but damn it...I don't want you to go down like this. You have so much to offer Ray. And more than a pretty face. Even though that's a pretty sweet bonus."

"You're creative, sweet, loving, sensible and tough inside. And so smart."

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.

YOUR ART IS SO AWESOME!!

AHHHHH GUYS ITS THEM THE FRIENDS YESSSSS

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Creepy ocs together! XD

I adore your oc!! She looks so cool! Her design? AWESOME! The horror? SWELL! If my batim oc (above) could give her a hug! (He's a ghost so no need to worry about puncture wounds!)

He is the elevator/electricity ghost and he will gladly tend to your oc's elevator and lighting needs!

LOVE YOUR ART ARGHHHH!!! <3

I think she made a friend!

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