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

Goodness, I feel like the people I save would get sick of trying to remember my name. My powers?? Uh..being able to talk people out of self-harm (I think that is really important).

zeekayart, with the power of phonetic pronunciation of letters, and general art snobbery!

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

Wally just straight up replaced Johnny with a broom.

Audio Log: Hudson Hendriks (FOUND IN ART DEPARTMENT)

I shouldn't be so wrapped up in this, I'm aware.

In about a month, I'm quitting the studio and packing up my bag for Canada. The Air Force awaits....

I should be proud to have ties to RCAF. I should be ecstatic about following my Dad's footsteps, and his Dad's footsteps....and his Dad's footsteps...wait does that even make sense? Whatever, pretty sure it does.

I was once an Air Cadet. What the hell did I expect? Never go to the Air Force? Yeah, right.

I should be proud. Brave. And......Oh to hell with this!!

Why won't he be proud of me? What do I have to do? Lead a bunch of P-51 mustangs and P-40 Kittyhawks into battle? Like heck I would!

I just......

I just want him to be proud of me.

I joined Boy scouts to impress him. I joined Air Cadets to impress him. I made ties here in New York by myself. I......

Am I......

Good enough?

If I go to war and die like a hero......

Would he finally love me?

Proud to call me his son?

-Hudson nodded, amusement sparkling in his dark brown eyes-

"I don't know what to say, but....THANK YOU!" -He laughed in relief. Feeling so darn grateful that Jack didn't think he lost his wits. He ignored the painful bruise that he had and rushed forward, giving Jack a big hug-

"I mean, I'd hate to drag you two into my mess, but jeez, thank you Jack. Thank you for being a friend." -The young Canadian lad had tears streaming down his face-

-Storms into the music room and randomly sits down on the stage, tainted in ink. Takes notice of Jack and waves- "Hey Mister Fain."

(Decided to write the first thing that came to mind don't mind meh :'> )

Jack was tuning his violin when Hudson stormed in, and looked up curiously.

“Oh? Heya, Hudson! Everythin’ alright? I don’t see ya in here often, much less… well, in this state.”

I’m gonna gacha-fy Hudson and you can’t stop me.

Oh no what did I do to deserve this fate

JUST KIDDING GO AHEAD YESSS

Give it up for Susie Campbell! An angel in the making!

(Her poses are wonky and her hand doesn't make sense..oh well)

I love your art style! It’s really unique and cool ^^

Oh my God, thank you!! Honestly? I really needed to hear this. Thank you again!!

Ooo what’s your favorite character dynamic to work with in the cast? :o

Hmmm Here are a list of my favourites

-anything that includes Norman cause yeah

-Hudson and Jack being buddies

-Johnny and Buddy

-Henry and Sammy

-Wally and a broom.

(If you're curious to see any of these, just let me know!)

Doodles!

Hudson let out a chuckle, still fiddling with the lighter.

A small smile came creeping on his face when he replied, "It started with me telling Jack how good his tunes were. How everyone liked 'em in the writing department. And when our director was away, we'd blast the radio on full volume."

He smiled a little more now, but still flicked the lighter open and closed.

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.