Unnoticedunawarestillhere - “I Am A Piece Of A Memory, A Husk Of A Man. What Am I?"

Hudson raised his shaking hand as he somehow ended up on the floor. His knees weak and his brown eyes looking traumatised.

"I'm here," he rasped, his voice cracking a little. "Just give me a minute."

With that said, he fell back and laid on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. His whole body feeling ill and shaken, not even worried about Stella and the prank anymore.

@ask-thelyricist

*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??)

"BUT THEY LOOK THE SAME!"

(Lol the comparison is the best)

Bill meets Bill (yes you read that right)

Featuring @unnoticedunawarestillhere 's version of Bill Danton (the guy on the left in the orange) meeting my version of Bill Danton (on the right with the Opossum under him)

GUYS, GUYS-

LOOKATIT LOOK AT WHAT MY MOOT DID :O

Reblogs appreciated!

I learned how to shade in a matter of days.

-Walks into the art department, holding two cups of steaming coffee- "Hey Mister Stein! Uh, you probably don't know me so..I'm Hudson from writing department. Just wanted to say, I love how you made the trio. As a peace offering, I brought you coffee!"

Henry looked up as Hudson entered. He readjusted his glasses, leaning back in his chair, and smiled softly. “O-Oh, thank you!” He carefully took the coffee from the writer, setting it down on his desk. “So, d-did you only come here to bring m-me coffee, or is there another reason?”

SO FUCKING EXCITED LET'S GOOOOOOOO

IT'S COMING AND YOU CAN'T STOP IT!!!!! METAL AND INK'S 5TH ANNIVERSARY!!!!

get drawn mf :]

here we have, a quick sketch of scruffy Hudson✨

he's so cute AGHHH I love him >_<

THANK YOU THIS LOOKS AWESOME!!! HUDSON DON'T SMOKE-

He looks like a divorced Dad :D

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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 react to being called Loonie..?

He would think your making fun of his nationality and would try and kick your ass >:[

Or just steal your house keys.

Hudson frowned, looking unsure what to say.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said softly, sighing. He gave Ray's hand a squeeze, before tilting his head away to cough, still a little bothered by the fact he got stabbed in the chest. Again.

He cleared his throat and turned back to Ray, still concerned.

He shook his head, before letting his forehead press against Ray's chest. "I should've been there..." he muttered, feeling bitter and defeated. He closed his eyelids, the lights dimming at the action.

"You smell like cigarettes, by the way. I didn't know you smoked," he said, arching a brow and staring up at his lover. "Y'know that isn't good for your lungs, chéri."

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.