Hudson Felt Rattled, His Insides Failing As The Tears Still Streamed Down His Face. He Wiped His Eyes,

[Hudson took the pills from Ray's hand, putting a pause on his knife twirling. His eyes dull and blank as he placed the knife on the bed, swapping it out for the cup of water.]

"Yeah, they did. Cadets too."

"1932, I earned that badge fair and square at age 12."

[He swallowed the pills dry, before taking a sip of cold water. He would then place the glass on the nightstand, making a slight frown at the taste of bitterness in his mouth.]

"Kind of funny how productive I really was at Scouts. Despite the complications."

[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]

"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.

[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]

"Take it."

“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.

“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”

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AHHHHH GUYS ITS THEM THE FRIENDS YESSSSS

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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!

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I think she made a friend!

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how would scout Hudson react to Hudson lookin like that after he died...

The bro would be having a tough time figuring out what happened and if he should even go through childhood :(

*Jumps.*

Hudson: Do you ever look at a flight of stairs and wonder how many bones you could break jumping down?

.....

Not that I wonder this.

For the trick or treat thing:

Hudson (left) is dress as the slit-mouth woman (aka Kuchisake-onna) from Japanese folklore. Except gender-bend.

Untilted (right) is dressed as Tom Trench from Hazbin Hotel!

Any more context? Hudson can't eat candy, but was dragged by Untilted to go trick or treating.

Warning: GAY

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH MY GOD I NEED SOMEONE TO GIVE THEM A SHIP NAME.

Hudson's smug look needs to be a sticker....hear me out

GUYS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE GREEK GODS APPROVES OF MY BLOG??!! *Happy dance*

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Unfinished art project for @creationandcalamityau using her oc: Charlie Forester!

"Whatcha looking at, Henry?"

(Decided to redesign Sammy just a bit)

Hudson glanced at Ray when he fixed his hat, raising a brow, but at least didn't swat Ray's hand away nor hiss. He watched Catherine walk away in a haste, yelling a quick goodbye in French. He would then snap his attention back on Ray.

"Your first impression is that you're asking to get bullied. Stand up straighter, goodness."

Hudson folded his arms, tilting his head as he watched Ray twirl his hair. "Whatever. You're not the first kid my Mere shoved towards me. And you probably won't be the last, knowing her."

He brushed the dirt off his knees and stood up, back tall and shoulders squared. "I wouldn't do that in front of the other guys. They'll probably call you a girl."

His hard glare slowly melted into something more...warmer. Still intense, but no longer icy. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahem. Sorry. Sometimes I forget that no ones around and I don't need to act like this."

He stretched out hand, smiling sheepishly with that cute little gape in his teeth. "I'm Hudson. And I'm going to help you make it through this, alright?"

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”