I’ve Got To Know, Where And How Did Hudson Get The Scar Across His Eyebrow? I Don’t Think Anybody

The day Betty decided that Wilson could do his own laundry. (As you can see my camera sucks.)

He's just as confused as you, Todd.

First panel: Jesus, why would anyone want to date such an ugly and short guy like you?

Second panel (Hudson answers): Ask my five exes and very dead fiancee that.

Discarded Letter

I think out of everyone and everything here, I'm the closest thing to looking "human", in some twisted way.

Catch me on my left side, you wouldn't think much. A short young man who looks drained, that's all. Sick, even.

Catch me on my right side and you wouldn't want to stick around. No one did, really.

It hurts. My teeth show through the gash and gore while my jaw is slightly slanted. My throat is a mess, inside and out. And my eyes...

I couldn't tell you where they were.

. . .

I've always been on the small side, there's no question about it.

I remember when I was little my mother would call me, "her little sparrow". Like I was weak. Helpless. But precious at the same time.

From the start, I wanted to prove her wrong.

And I think I did, honestly. But not without shame. Or guilt.

Or blood.

...

I remember how I was.

Witty, wistful, nostalgic and eager. Eager to help. Eager to prove what I was worth. Eager to look at the bright side.

What bright side?

I remembered when I went down hill.

I yelled at a friend who was only doing his job. He punched me afterwards. I hurt him with my sharp tongue and he hurt me with his fist.

I think a part of me wanted that. Wanted to be hit, to be hurt. As if maybe that could restore who I was.

Or could gain me a couple brain cells.

I remember how I would sneak off to the sewers, only to be met with welcome arms.

Even if I didn't always want them.

He was there to make me a cup of coffee when I needed it. To teach me melody and beats when I needed a change of subject. And to embrace me when I didn't know what to do.

I loved him more than my own father. And unlike my own father, he loved me back.

And then I pinned a knife to his throat. I asked if he trusted me, if we were friends.

I ruined it. I ruined his trust, I ruined our friendship.

He still loved me though.

I didn't deserve it though. It's not like I was actually his son.

...

I remember when she would comfort me, always treating me like she treated me when I was little. No matter how many temper tantrums I threw. No matter how many insults I spat. No matter when my heart beat had stopped.

She said she would share her heart beat with me. Her heart would beat for both of us.

Whenever I questioned her, she told me, "Because it's what older sisters do."

She said that a lot.

Even though it hurt that she wasn't really my older sister.

I guess she was just that kind.

And then, there was her.

Like the others, I didn't deserve her.

Not her humour, not her snappiness.

Not her kiss. Or her love.

But I wanted to deserve it. All of it.

His friendship.

His forgiving nature.

Her kindness.

And her heart.

I think I even wanted to deserve my father's pride or my mother's sweetness.

I mean, I don't think my father was ever proud of me.

Maybe because he just saw through me, even before I turned insane.

Maybe he was just that smart than everyone else from the beginning.

I got what I deserved though.

Blood, loneliness, wounds that never heal, headaches that never fade.

I'm finally as disfigured as my personality.

Happy Birthday, me. You did it.

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(For @thelocalmoth and for @creationandcalamityau who might so happen to recognise which characters are being mentioned ;) )

AYO LET'S GOOO THEY ARE SO PLOTTING.

My persona hugging your persona? :D

If not, my Susie laughing with your Susie?

they are plotting >:]

How would Hudson feel about an aquarium date with Ray? :3

I’ve heard Ray likes the stingrays

Hudson would feel a little uneasy, due to all the families that are probably there, screaming and crowding.

 However, he would focus on trying to relax and even admiring the fish. He would definitely like lionfish and any sea worm looking thing. He would also probably pull Ray into a quiet spot and steal kisses from him because why not :3

Hudson hopes you have a good day tomorrow!

He will keep your space well-lit, just for you! <3

VOTE PLEASE.

What should I draw for the sake of drawing? (Part 2)

Please reblog and VOTE! STEP RIGHT UP AND VOTE FOR WHATEVER!!!

So, you asked if you could hug Sally, is the character in your pinned post the one you want me to use for that? I’m drawing it out, but I just want to make sure I use the correct character :]

You may use the one in the intro or this one!

It is up to you! EITHER WAY I GET TO HUG SALLY SO YAYYYYYYYYY

*Gachas your Hudson*

He was a lil hard, mostly cause of his hair and also like….coloring a black and white character but! Ye!

GACHA HUDSON EVERYONE LET'S GOOO!!!

HE LOOKS FANTASTIC AND THERE's EVEN INK ON HIM NOCIEEE

THANK YOU!!

I couldn't just NOT draw a couple of Bendy doodles, guys.

Please love and cherish him <3