A Badly Drawn Doodle Of Hudson And Jack From @thelocalmoth 's Au

Hudson’s reaction to Ray wearing eyeshadow? (Or any makeup, really)

Totally not asking for any specific reason but uhh if Hudson was a fantasy creature what kind do you think he’d be?

He would either be a Wraiths or maybe a siren??

I don't really know lol

Gift for @skxllbxnny as this is their Henry!

I love their Batim ask blog and admire it so much! Thank you so much for liking my work, Skxll! I have no idea why you do or even pay attention to Hudson, but I thank you endlessly for that!

I love your Norman and Henry design/ship so much! Your Bendy design is adorable and I just want to say: YOU ARE FREAKING AWESOME WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO COOL??!!

I WANT TO HUG YOU UNTIL YOU CANNOT BREATHE.

Then pull out the defibrillator when that happens :3

2 questions if i may,

1. Have you heard of Out Of The Ink Machine?

2. If you do, how would the main trio look like in your AU?

I hope you have a great day!

I have, but I haven't drawn anything.

If I did, it would be gore and twisted :3 !

Have a wonderful day!!

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.

@thelocalmoth 's Jack and Hudson moments!

These were inspired by our rp!

As well as this, I guess:

(Not too proud of this one as I tried to take a break from my cartoony art style)

Hudson's design if he belonged in the aftermath au! This au was created by @thelocalmoth so credit goes to them!

Obviously, Hudson's face would be scarred as well as his throat and chest (where he was stabbed).

Sammy in the end (before the whole magical fix) gave Hudson back his eye (the other one he fed to the ink demon). Hudson remained his sight and his proper voice, however, he can only really talk quietly and cannot yell (it hurts way too much).

THIS LOOKS AMAZING! THANKS, STELLA!!!

-Walks up to Norman- "..."

-Hugs him-

-Hudson trying to get over his fear :3-

“Aw, thanks kid. There’s no reason to be afraid y’know, I may look intimidating but I won’t hurt ya.

(sorry about late response + dry one I’m real busy-)

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

Hudson stared at the keys on his typewriter, most stained by the ink on his fingertips. His eyes wandered to all the notes scattered on his desk, some words scribbled out or sentences left untended to. He picked one note up, an old story idea. The story itself wasn’t really special or original, so he decided to scrap it. It seems like nowadays that he scrapped everything.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

He adjusted his desk lamp, the light setting an eerie yellow glow over his typewriter. He lay against his chair, staring, but his fingers pausing. His ears strained to hear the tapping in the walls. 

“Isn't it time you head home, Hudson?” A soft voice rang out.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Hudson snapped his head up, his eyes narrowing. “I still have half an hour, Charlie,” he said, a defensive edge in his voice. His voice lacked any real bite, more distant than defensive. His eyes focused on the wall. 

Charlie leaned against the doorframe of the department, her brown eyes soft with concern. She wore a navy blue mid-calf flared hemline. It was gaining its popularity in New York fashion. 

 “You don’t have to work so hard, you have the other writers to work with. Teamwork, remember?” 

Hudson snorted, rolling his eyes. “Mhm,” he muttered dismissively, letting his face settle in his hand, glaring at his notes. 

Charlie shook her head, letting out a quiet sigh. She walked over to his desk and was about to place her hand on his shoulder.

Hudson swatted the hand away. “I’m busy,” he snapped. He needed to hear the tapping sound. 

Charlie recoiled back slightly, looking hurt. She then folded her arms and frowned at him till he looked up.

“Don’t you have a date to get to?” Hudson asked flatly, a brow raising.

Charlie clutched her purse, her lips pressed together in a thin line. “I do…but I just wanted to check up on you. Jack’s worried about you and so am I. You haven’t been sleeping, eating or even focusing properly-”

Hudson cut her off, shushing her, “Sh! Did you hear that?” His brown eyes darted to the walls and the ceiling that surrounded them. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up from his seat, his full attention on the wall. 

Charlie sighed, looking dispirited. She ran a hand down her face, inhaling sharply. “This only proves my point.”  Her eyes darkened at him.

Hudson’s only response was a grunt, his back still turned on Charlie as he scanned the wall. He seemed undaunted by Charlie’s demeanor.