Frustrated.

"Now guess what we call a two dollar coin in Canada."

(When you're one of the only Canadians in the work place and you have to educate people.)

Left is @creationandcalamityau 's oc: Clifford Conway (holding a loonie aka one dollar in Canada)

Bill Danton in my AU!

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Lol, random Hudson hc

he's shit at art, can't draw a stickman to save his life, and gets kinda upset because of this sometimes :3

XD

Well,

actually

Hudson was applying for the Art Department as he actually knows how to draw and sketch XD he just switched to the writing department because he didn't want to share his art.

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

This is so freaking relatable :"D

ARTBLOCK

I gotta ask, Hudson and Jack are both trapped in the cycle, so has Hudson met searcher Jack? If so, how does he regard him?

He probably has!

He still regards Jack as a father figure, but not a protector.

Hudson still cares about Jack and protects him. He shows Jack that he cares by doing small gestures such as opening the elevator, helps him collect things and keeps Jack's space well-lit.

HOWEVER:

Hudson is still very resentful to Jack and feels like Jack could've saved him from Sammy. He's also like: "I TOLD YOU HE WAS TRYING TO KILL ME". Thinking that Jack could've just listened.

Hudson feels betrayed, but is sympathetic to Jack, understanding where Jack is coming from

He refuses to talk to him though. Only offering his silent help and gestures.

BRO LOOK AT IT.

FATHER AND SON MOMENT AT IT'S FINEST WHAT-

(Bro ofc you have my freaking consent, you're awesome what-)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Based off of a roleplay I’m currently doing with @unnoticedunawarestillhere :O

Uhm. This is angsty. So is the roleplay though so yeaahhhh! Hahaha…. Anyways, if this gets enough reception maybe I’ll post like, an edited transcript of it with Untitled’s consent <3

For the mean time, father-son moment.

EDIT: JUST REMEMBERED I REFERENCED A SONG HERE OOPS LMAO

Lyrics are from Race by Alex G

Hudson stubbornly held his guard, "Yeah, and I'm not going to let him win!" His brown eyes pointed daggers at Nickson, his posture turning even more tense.

Nickson sneered at the two, before Tucker came in between the two boys. His lanky tall figure looming over the two boys, hands folded across his chest. "That's enough! Fallows, keep in your lane. Hendricks, keep your temper in check. I do not want another fight breaking out between you two. The last one, I had to call your parents, a forest ranger and a doctor."

Tucker grabbed Hudson firmly by his shoulder, holding him back while giving him a dark look.

"Shall I call your father? I mean...I'd hate to pull him out of drills right now."

Hudson ripped his shoulder out of the Scout Master's grip, shaking his head. "No."

He went quiet after that.

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.”