Hudson hummed in agreement, his eyes studying Ray.
"Will you quit being so nervous? I haven't even touched a hair on you," he grumbled. "Nor light you on fire." He pulled out his lighter, flipping it open and fiddling with it.
If Ray had heard any rumours about this man here, he wouldn't know Hudson committed arson. Twice.
"So how'd you meet Jack, mon ami?"
A young man approaches, offering a small smile.
“Hey, I hope I’m not interruptin’? I’m from the storyboardin’ department, I was told to grab the scripts…If they’re done, that is.”
“The name’s Ray, by the way.”
[hope you don’t mind the intrusion ~@w-graves-nook]
Mister Hendricks slowly peeled his eyes off his typewriter to look at the young man, tired brown eyes turning into mild distrust.
"Okay...? Hold on," the man muttered, having to hop out of his chair and search his lower cabinet drawers.
Finally, he pulled out a crisp file and gave it to the man.
"Here, most of them are finished, but there are some where you're going to have to fill in the blanks," Hendricks said gruffly.
"Hudson," the man pointed to himself.
@ast3r01d-astr0 :]
"Happy Birthday, Ray of Sunshine."
An aquarium date for Ray's birthday I don't know XD
Gift for @thelocalmoth
It took me four or three days to complete this. The texture and inking was torturous D:
"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.
......THIS IS SO HUDSON'S REACTION.
Sorry I've been kinda inactive, my mental health has been kinda shit lately. Oh yeah I'm also now hyper fixating on breaking bad. anyways I drew @unnoticedunawarestillhere OC Hudson
Hudson wiped his red eyes, face a hint red from crying.
Hudson went quiet. Dead quiet.
Gently, he forced himself to drift away from Jack and stand up to walk towards Norman.
Quickly, his training kicked in once more. He removed his tie and shirt, only having his undershirt now.
He grabbed his pocket knife from his belt and began to cut his shirt into strips, the sound of cloth tearing could be heard.
Once done, he folded his knife and carefully took Norman's bleeding arm and began to use the strips of cloth as a bandage. Wrapping and layering over Jack's tie until the blood wouldn't stain through so fast.
He then secured it all with his own tie and a safety pin.
He said nothing, eyes red from crying and face now unreadable.
*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*
Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...
"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]
- @art-by-stella
Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.
He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.
(Stella wtf??)
Human.
No.
No?
That's not what I'm seeing in the mirror right now.
...
What do you see?
What do you see?
Please stop. Let's be better.
Aren't we in too deep for that? Too blurry?
No, wait, please, let's think about this. We didn't mean to do that, we'll be okay. We'll be fine. We are Okay.
...
Where are my eyes?
...
Where is my throat?
...
Where is me?
...
Shut up.
We are happy, we are fine.
We have eyes, throat, flesh, blood, we are complete.
So where is me?
"Why I'm unhinged, let me explain: drinking, ink poisoning, being a writer, being Canadian, being afraid of birds, having thrown out of a window before, setting fire to my Dad's shed, Dad issues, my french, self-hatred turning into self-suffering, mirrors, my fear of the mail man, questioning my life, I feel like shit, my fear of public transit, on and on and on."
"Did I mention the birds?"
Why are you people so unhinged? This is absurd...
I swear, this was Hudson's (aka my) reaction after he (I) collided with the chair.
I’ve got to know, where and how did Hudson get the scar across his eyebrow? I don’t think anybody has brought that up yet.
Great question! Since Hudson is supposed to represent me in batim, he got that scar on his eyebrow after he scraped it on a metal chair in the First grade. Fun fact? Both of my eyebrows have scars! One from the metal chair and the other from a round (yes, round) wooden coffee table! :)
Hmm unsure if this is a weird ask or not but what do you ship in batim/dr (don’t worry I’m not gonna start a shipping war, I’m more or less normal when it comes to ships, if I don’t like something I won’t interact, I’m just interested in what ships other people enjoy and if so how they write the ship. :P)
Hmmm in my au, Norman x Susie is one of the main ships. I also like Henry x Sammy or Henry x Joey. If you're curious about the other ships in my au, you can just look at the Dead And Buried Cast.
I like a lot of ships and I can see why people vibe with certain ones, such as: Norman x Sammy or Alice x Allison, etc. Yeah ..uh XD I can vibe with a lot of them and if I made a list..it would be...too long.
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He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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