I’m Not Sure If Anyone’s Asked, But What’re Your Favorite Ships, If Any?

".....broke a violin..." Hudson mumbled.

"Sorry, Dad..." :(

-Dashes inside and locks the door with a scatterbrained expression- "HEY THERE AGAIN. Uh listen- SO, I kind of accidentally knocked over a bunch of instruments in the music department and now I'm pretty sure Mister Lawrence might be out to get me. CAN I PLEASE HIDE HERE?" -Pleading eyes-

“Oh!”

“Yeah, go ahead, Hudson. I know better than anyone what it’s like to face Sam’s wrath…..haha…… Anyways, make yourself at home.”

“…You didn’t, uh… Break any of ‘em though, did you? The instruments?”

@thelocalmoth *Just causally places this here*

Hudson felt rattled, his insides failing as the tears still streamed down his face. He wiped his eyes, feeling suddenly tired and uneasy.

He paused for a moment, feeling his mind still fog up, but....

He was him. Like him before all the ink shit.

IN THE WORST OF TIMES.

He then sobbed again, his hands covering his face. He bit his lip and pressed his face into Jack's chest, still not coping the information well.

He wasn't even mad.

Just scared.

@asknorman-polk @ask-thelyricist or @art-by-stella

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

Why not?

A bloody ghostly figure approaches you. He then asks, "One, two, three...or four?"

Frustrated.

"Eh, writers are weird." Paul shrugged as he slipped on his jacket.

"Ready for work? A few pipes busted down at Heavenly Toys. Mister Flynn ain't happy."

((I can start so here yippee))

Maya slung her bag over her shoulder as she walked into the studio, a wrench gripped tightly in her hand. She hated this place. That Joey guy gave her the creeps. He seemed just…too happy. It set her on edge.

Hudson walked, grumbling. His department was still shunning him out! Then suddenly, BAM! The two collided and Hudson stumbled back, catching himself just barely.

"Argh...watch it, won't you?" The writer grumbled, rubbing his head.

Dare I ask what’s the dynamic with Wally and his broom? 🤣

Wally just straight up replaced Johnny with a broom.

VOTE PEOPLE AND PLEASE REBLOG THIS.

Still taking BATIM or BATDR drawing requests or asks.

Hello!

Sorry to all my followers and moots! I've been busy studying for exams and upcoming tests.

I won't be posting much or talking much until after my exams

I can answer quick asks, but I can't rp, write or draw :(

If I do (somehow) have the time to draw, I will

Sorry folks! :(

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 :(