Frustrated.

took a break from drawing my comic to doodle your guy hudson because i think he's neat (and u sent an ask to my blog and i wanna make sure i know how to draw him lol)

i hope this is okay akshskdk ^^;;

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOUR ART AND YOUR STYLE AND OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO CUTE AND ALIVE FOR ONCE WHAT??!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-

I LOVE YOUR COMICS BY THE WAY!!!

What should I draw for Hudson?

Catherine gave him a hesitant look, biting her lip a little. She shook her head, as if dismissing what she was going to originally say.

"I haven't met them all, but I'm sure they'll see your values," she answered bluntly.

The thickets around them were lush with all sorts of blooming colours while sunlight happened to seep through the variety of pine trees. Catherine could be seen glancing around, surveying the trail in hopes of seeing even a glimpse of her son.

She glanced down at Ray, "I have hopes you'll fit in well enough. Besides, it's only for this summer."

"You may call me Cathy, by the way."

Catherine snapped her head up when she heard some sort of rattling noise. She exhaled sharply through her nose, a hand on her forehead.

"He better not be trying to climb that fence again..."

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.”

"Hello there! I'm Hudson. How can I help?"

I work in the writers department, though writing isn't my only interest. I also like volunteering to voice act and draw in my free time. I'm the only Canadian in the writers department (that I know of). I enjoy listening to Mister Fain's and Mister Lawrence's music. It helps take my mind off of those blasted GENT pipes.

(Hudson doesn't have an ink form when the studio goes to shit, only a ghost form)

(Untilted's Note: Hudson is my BATIM Sona that I use when I'm role playing. As a Sona, he represents me! However, there are a few things that don't represent me: He's 18. I'm not 18 yet. He's 5'5. I wish I was that tall, but no. Hudson isn't my real name, but I'm absolutely okay if you call me that regardless if you're role playing. I just wanted to let you all know. )

(Feel free role play with my BATIM Sona! He and I don't bite. HOWEVER, if you say anything nasty, you will be ignored or blocked. If you've seen my intro, you know what I don't tolerate. You can catch Hudson interacting in BATIM ask blogs, such as:

@ask-thelyricist

@asknorman-polk

@asksamuellawrence

and probably more! (Btw please check out these guys, they're pretty cool ^ ^. I feel like I should mention this, Hudson's tag is: Writer Hudson. I know. SO original XD.)

GUYS PLEASE CHECK THIS STORY OUT! It's short and totally worth reading!

Going to be honest, the depictions of suffocation and blood were on point and made me smile (BECAUSE IT WAS WELL-WRITTEN NOT BECAUSE RAY IS SUFFERING NO)

The whole "first person" view makes it even more thrilling!! And the wrap up at the end just seems content! Especially since all of this in Ray's perspective!!

Anyway, I hope more fic will be written in the future!!! (I'll be trying to write more, that's for sure)

For The Mind & Lungs

A short Ray/Hudson fic for the Aftermath AU!

Depiction of choking/suffocating + blood! It isn’t very graphic, but the themes are still dark!!

I can’t breathe.

I try to take a breath, but I’m just gasping for air, my lungs never satisfied.

They ache and burn.

I can’t scream either. My voice is muted and dull, like it was just taken away from me.

Maybe it’s because I can’t. BREATHE.

It’s his fault. Who’s fault? I look around, but I can’t see anything. Why can’t I see anything?

Smoke. There’s too much smoke. It clouds my vision; fills my lungs. It stings my eyes, making them water, and now I can’t tell if I’m crying because it hurts or because I’m terrified.

My hand grasps at my chest, pulling at the fabric of my shirt. It feels wet. Warm. I glance down.

My hand is stained red, so is my shirt. Red blossoms from my chest, reaching across the white fabric.

I liked this shirt, I think past the buzzing of other noises echoing in my head. But it’s ruined now. It was white and I don’t want a red shirt.

By now my lungs have found enough air to send me spiraling into a coughing fit, and suddenly I’m doubled over, my chest and stomach heaving uncontrollably. I feel nauseous. The coughing is making me gag, so is the smell of all this smoke.

Everything is so overwhelming. My body is failing me. Tears are spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I helplessly gasp for air past the ragged wheezing. I’m dying.

I’m dying.

I feel soft cloth pressing against my skin as I sit up so quickly it’s dizzying.

I’m still gasping for air, but now it’s not because the room’s full of smoke, my heart is just beating out of my chest. I’m in a cold sweat and I’m shaking like crazy.

Through all of the panting and buzzing in my ears, I hear my name. Soft and confused, a voice I would recognize anywhere.

He asks if I’m okay, and I can tell any response I give will convey a “no” even if I say I am.

I nod and close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. I let him pull me in; nod once more when he asks me if it was another nightmare.

We’ll talk about it later, but for now I just assure him that I’m okay, he should go back to sleep. He holds me in his arms, which feels weird considering I’m usually the one doing that. It’s nice though.

He’s still concerned, but he’s also half-asleep, so he goes along with it as I settle back down. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his chest, staring into the room as I think about other things to distract myself.

Chores. Comic ideas. I repeat the steps to make a paper chrysanthemum in my head and I’m already drifting off by the third flower.

I feel bad for waking him. Even worse that it’s become so normal he doesn’t even look surprised anymore. But he cares.

And they’re all just dreams anyway.

Hudson :3

Aww thank you! He looks fantastic!! And oddly Innocent despite his faults XD

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.

[Hudson took off his shoes and sat at the edge of the bed. His frame slumped as he stared at the window, moonlight slipping through the cracks of the blinds. His dark eyes didn't look at Ray, only focusing on the blinds.]

"No," he muttered, not lifting his head.

[Instead, he slipped out his pocket knife and fidgeted with it. The blade being twirled in a stiff manner, sliver reflective off the stray rays of the light.]

"Meds are in the bathroom cabinet...."

[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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FACTS YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT HUDSON:

Hudson was originally suppose to be trans! However, this choice would impact Hudson's personality and put a different kind of strain on him, which isn't what I wanted for him :(

Hudson's name (while brainstorming) was originally supposed to be Austin!

Hudson's ghost form was inspired by Japanese folklore, most specifically the slit-mouth woman!

Hudson was originally suppose to quit the studio and actually go to WW2! (this was changed because why not and he should suffer in a different way)

Hudson's bisexual! He'll never really say it out loud that much, and won't always clarify, but it's cannon now! I mean, originally, he suppose to be gay, but meh.