The Man Froze, "glancing" At His Chest. He Coughed, Already Flickering In And Out. The Lights Above Flickering

The man froze, "glancing" at his chest. He coughed, already flickering in and out. The lights above flickering once more, dimming when the man winced.

His hand went to his chest, blood already soaking his fingers with a new layer of red. He shook his head, trying to regain focus as he stood up, swaying a little. "Damn...why is it always the chest or the lights..."

He snapped his head at Ray and lunged once more, struggling as he tugged the scissors back.

One last final buzz of the lights and-

Crack.

The light bulb overheated, causing it to shatter.

The man pressed the palms of his hands to his empty eye sockets, hissing in pain as he fell to his knees. "No, no, no, NO! Not again...ow.....I can't fucking lose. I WON'T FUCKING LOSE! YOU CAN'T BURY ME AGAIN! YOU CAN'T!"

His hands drop to his sides, blood pouring out even more out of his empty sockets, the man wiped his face furiously.

Confused, hurt, angry and desperate.

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.

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Stella Henderson! (gift For @art-by-stella)

Stella Henderson! (gift for @art-by-stella)

She was fun to draw!

I feel like if she had gotten hired earlier, she and Hudson would've gotten along (sane Hudson). Back then, Hudson was eager to see people's drawings and scripts and would encourage it!

But now, he's just snappy and doubtful... (He never actually meant to scare or be mean to Stella, it just kind of happened :/)


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AAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THIS THIS DRAWING IS SO GOOD

GOOD FOR JACK HE DESERVES THOSE SMOOCHES

Have a kiss, cutie πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹

"Alright, alright... Easy there-" || Base reference by Mellon_Soup

β€œY’can’t just kiss a guy outta no where…”


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SO YOU GUYS CHOSE "Sammy committing arson and Jack watching in horror" SO. LET ME JUST FINISH UP THE DRAWING!!

VOTE PEOPLE AND PLEASE REBLOG THIS.

Still taking BATIM or BATDR drawing requests or asks.


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Hudson's Design If He Belonged In The Aftermath Au! This Au Was Created By @thelocalmoth So Credit Goes
Hudson's Design If He Belonged In The Aftermath Au! This Au Was Created By @thelocalmoth So Credit Goes

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).


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Hmm, as an animal lover I feel obligated to ask 😺 for Hudson (or anyone else in your au) :3

Hudson had a tux cat growing up that he absolutely adored as a kid! The cat's name was Sargent. The cat was named after Hudson's grandfather who was a Sargent in the Canadian air force in WW1.

He was never a fan of dogs as he would always get knocked down by them (due to his small size). This later on made him uneasy about dogs in his adult life.

Even distrusts Boris a little because of that.


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Hudson If He Actually Went To The Royal Canadian Air Force During WW2.
Hudson If He Actually Went To The Royal Canadian Air Force During WW2.

Hudson if he actually went to The royal Canadian Air Force during WW2.

This would be the Poppy Field AU where Hudson actually survives the studio. No telling if he survives the war though...


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Hello! (again)

I found some stories that I forgot to post as well as some drawings!

I'm going to post one of the stories because exams CAN LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE.

Just gotta check for spelling mistakes....


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you said somewhere you were Canadian so erm imagine being scared of Canadian geese, They're also native where I live and something in my dumbass brain tells me I could beat one in a fight./J - from your dumbass American mutual. Also I hope you have a great day >:)

Pft- Canadian geese seriously don't mess around XD. Have a good day yourself!


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I just realized that I've never drawn ghost Hudson before...

Well, anyways...

I Just Realized That I've Never Drawn Ghost Hudson Before...

Ghost Hudson and Ink Stella :D

Ranting

I'm so tired of comparing myself to others. I know it's stupid, but I really can't help it. All day goes like this: I should be tall like that guy. Oh, I should be as positive as that girl, I should be funny like that person.

I've changed a lot about myself and now I'm not sure if the guy I look like, is really me. I wish I could dress the way I want, but the social norms don't seem to let me (not without getting noticed and bullied by it). I want to wear suspenders! Why? I like vintage things! But even though it's freaking Halloween, I still got made fun of because I wore suspenders.

I need to wear my glasses daily. I know that. But do I wear them? No. Because I keep getting made fun of. I'm so sick and tired of all this. I wish it would end, but I know it won't really. I've even changed the way I've talked.

I wish people wouldn't make fun of people for something they can't control. IT'S SO FUCKING STUPID. I can't help it that I'm short! People know that. And yet: I keep getting made fun of, compared to, etc.

"I'm taller than you." They say. Buddy. You think I don't know that? "No offense, but you're really short." Oh no, really? "Yay! I'm taller than you!" I'm glad you feel better while you make me feel like shit. Yay!

I'm so tired of this. I'm tired of the way I look. I'm just really tired. I wish I was tall, but I'm not. I wish I was confident, but I'm not. I wish I was respected, but that's NOT gonna happen anytime soon.

I don't know. I'm just tired. And really frustrated.


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unnoticedunawarestillhere - β€œI am a piece of a memory, a husk of a man. What am I?"
β€œI am a piece of a memory, a husk of a man. What am I?"

He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.

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