He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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what would Hudson look like if he lived in a different decade? Like what would he wear?
I couldn't decide so I drew these times that he might have been in if he wasn't a BATIM oc. (Though, I still believe him being in the 20's is a good match)
MY APOLOGIES FOR THOSE WHO HAVE SENT ME ASKS. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DRAW FOR THOSE ASKS BUT I NEED TO FIND THE STUPID TIME ARGHHhHh
With a polite and warm dip of her head, Cathy waved and walked over to Ray.
She caught the kid awkwardly shuffling around a grand oak, its branches outstretched to the sky as sunlight seeped through its leaves and branches.
She smiled, chuckling when she knelt down, her dress sweeping over dirt and grass. Her warm benevolent brown eyes melted in Ray's as she tilted her head. "Well hello, miel. How are you over here? Is the oak giving you company?"
Her teasing was light and sympathetic, before her hands reached out to adjust Ray's collar and sash and patches.
"There. What a pretty little boy you are," she praised, her tone sweet like honey.
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.”
Have you ever drawn Archie Carter from BATDR? I'd honestly love to see him in your art style. He has so little content about him and it makes me sad :(
(this ask was totally not sent by @creationandcalamityau what are you talking about!?)
Hudson could sense just how worn out Ray was from everything, even glancing at the spilled coffee from above.
"C'mon. Let's get you to the infirmary. There are beds and cots there, so you won't pass out on me. Besides, I don't want your hand getting infected," he said firmly, gently pulling himself away and motioning to the end of the hall.
He waited for Ray to follow, one hand awkwardly clutching his chest, which was still bleeding. "Seriously, Ray. Stop pushing yourself like this. It's not healthy. And keep in mind the fact I can't properly catch you if you fall."
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.
RAY MY POOR SWEET BOY YOU DESERVE BETTER (and Hudson is my own oc XD)
OH GOD RAY NO DEPRESSION IS BAD FOR YOU D:
I Miss My Unhinged Partner
Per @unnoticedunawarestillhere’s request…
Ray’s taking the divorce very well.
Hudson furrowed his brow, his hand stroking Ray's hair gently as his other hand went to Ray's shoulder, rubbing it slightly with a cold hand. He felt uneasy that he had already been pronounced dead, but in a way, relieved.
"Ray.....you need to take care of yourself. I don't want you suffering like this...and I know suffering."
"I just....I know I can't take off the grieving, but damn it...I don't want you to go down like this. You have so much to offer Ray. And more than a pretty face. Even though that's a pretty sweet bonus."
"You're creative, sweet, loving, sensible and tough inside. And so smart."
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.
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 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.
So @justuravghazbin helped with the shape of the face and let me draw this of Hudson. So I hope you like it.
Oh my goodness! This looks amazing :O
Well done! Not many people show their teeth like this (and the teeth are one of his best features as a ghost)!
Thank you and Archer for this! This is very swell!
Hiya! Long time no see! Hope you’re doing well! ^^
I recently got into some songs from Epic the Musical and saw you were interested in it as well. I was curious as to what song do you think would best fit Hudson, if any?
Ruthlessness, Just A Man, different beast, mostly like that? Open arms would be Hudson arguing with his old self.
I dunno, I never thought about it until now XD
I hope you're doing well as well!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS I LOVE RAY AND YOUR ART WORK IT'S ALL SO GOOD WHYYYYYYYYY *rolling around on the ground*
Cigarette usage!
Google translate was used for the French translation so I’m sorry if I’ve offended any French-speakers • m •
Feat. Ray’s natural hair! He dyed it red when he moved out at around 18 and dyed it back shortly after Hudson died went missing.
Rough Day At The Office.
"Eh....sorry to hear you had a rough day. If it helps, I could totally kick your director's ass and steal his keys."
"No?"
"Well, then what do you want?"
"Oh. Okay then. I suppose I can do that. Come here."
"You're going to be fine. Tomorrow is another day. Hell, you were brave to survive today."
"So get some rest. You desrve it."
"I can still kick his ass, just say the word. No? Okay, okay, I'll shut up now."
@thelocalmoth (how do you like the boys? :3)
How does Hudson react,,,,when comes into contact with Biscuits...
(Artist:, this my first time introducing my oc on to Tumblr 😅, testing waters mainly)
Ghost Hudson would be confused.
Reg Hudson wouldn't trust them.
And Scout Hudson would probably like to pet them.
(Hello! Sorry it took so long for me to respond to your ask! Biscuits look amazing! I hope to see more artwork of them)
The man froze, "glancing" at his chest. He coughed, already flickering in and out. The lights above flickering once more, dimming when the man winced.
His hand went to his chest, blood already soaking his fingers with a new layer of red. He shook his head, trying to regain focus as he stood up, swaying a little. "Damn...why is it always the chest or the lights..."
He snapped his head at Ray and lunged once more, struggling as he tugged the scissors back.
One last final buzz of the lights and-
Crack.
The light bulb overheated, causing it to shatter.
The man pressed the palms of his hands to his empty eye sockets, hissing in pain as he fell to his knees. "No, no, no, NO! Not again...ow.....I can't fucking lose. I WON'T FUCKING LOSE! YOU CAN'T BURY ME AGAIN! YOU CAN'T!"
His hands drop to his sides, blood pouring out even more out of his empty sockets, the man wiped his face furiously.
Confused, hurt, angry and desperate.
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.
The smell of copper was strong now, almost unbearable as the lights finally stopped flickering and were back to normal. Sort of.
They were brighter than before.
It was almost baffling when the man reappeared, his form more detailed. Detailed being the worst part.
The man's sides were nothing but a spine and rib cage, peering out of the man's tattered shirt. His slacks were loose on his thin hips, the belt too feeble to do its job. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was the bleeding, coming from the centre of the man's chest, pouring down and splattering on his rib cage and shirt. The wound looked deep and way too forced to be "just an accident".
The man's face wasn't visible though, his head still keeping to the shadows.
"I can your heart beat y'know."
"That pretty little thing is doing such a wonderful job."
"But let's be honest. It can only do so much to keep you alive."
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.
[Hudson gave him a skeptical glance, his lips tugged in a frown. He let out a soft sigh, arm pulling Ray closer to his chest. He placed Ray's head on his chest and stroked his hair.]
"No offence, but I'm way too brainwashed and drunk to believe you."
[Hudson chuckled, dark eyes glancing at Ray, before he let himself relax. Sort of. His other hand twitched near his pocket knife and his eyes glanced at the windows and the door of his bedroom every now and then.]
[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]
"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.
[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]
"Take it."
“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.
“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”
bill danton has been ✨completely forgotten✨ XD
Sort of? The thing is: when I make a ship and I don't find it interesting enough, I drop it
The reason why the Ray x Hudson ship is coming off strong is because I have someone playing as Ray, which can lead to all sorts of surprises to me and encourage the ship
Thanks to Moth, of course as they are awesome like that!
YESSSSSSS THESE TWO ARE MY FAVOURITE SHIP THAT INVOLVES HUDSON (sorry Bill) !!! Hudson's hair looks good, I dunno what you're talking about :^
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE OUR BOYS AHHHHHHH-
Alcohol Use!
Had to draw Hudson and Ray because for once in a long time I’m actually invested in my own oc. Do they perchance suffer from same-face syndrome? Perchance. Did I perchance mess up Hudson’s hair? Perchance².
Loosely inspired by the rp goin’ on right now. I say loosely because this hasn’t happened and Ray is completely sober in it.
Gift(?) for @unnoticedunawarestillhere ;3
Does Hudson have a voice claim? I know he’s Canadian, but like, is there anyone you could compare him to?
His voice head cannon would actually be Brett from Inside Job.
Just more tired, angry and Canadian :^
[Hudson took the pills from Ray's hand, putting a pause on his knife twirling. His eyes dull and blank as he placed the knife on the bed, swapping it out for the cup of water.]
"Yeah, they did. Cadets too."
"1932, I earned that badge fair and square at age 12."
[He swallowed the pills dry, before taking a sip of cold water. He would then place the glass on the nightstand, making a slight frown at the taste of bitterness in his mouth.]
"Kind of funny how productive I really was at Scouts. Despite the complications."
[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]
"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.
[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]
"Take it."
“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.
“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”
[Hudson took off his shoes and sat at the edge of the bed. His frame slumped as he stared at the window, moonlight slipping through the cracks of the blinds. His dark eyes didn't look at Ray, only focusing on the blinds.]
"No," he muttered, not lifting his head.
[Instead, he slipped out his pocket knife and fidgeted with it. The blade being twirled in a stiff manner, sliver reflective off the stray rays of the light.]
"Meds are in the bathroom cabinet...."
[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]
"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.
[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]
"Take it."
“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.
“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”
[The apartment was rather tidied, which seemed surprising. A few pictures were hung up on the hallway, as well as a bulletin board. Mostly just notes, pictures and a couple of bills. The only thing out of place was a broken picture frame on the living room floor.]
[Hudson threw his briefcase at the door, still nestled in Ray's arms. He blinked once more, blanking. His eyes scanned the apartment, before burying his face once more.]
"Past the living room and down the hall. It's the door on the right," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.
[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]
"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.
[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]
"Take it."
“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.
“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”
HELL YEAHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS!! THE EFFECTS ARE SO GOOD! THANK YOU, CAT!!!
Very Normal Writer Guy, nothing to see here...
TW: Gore
The mentally unstable ghost boy belongs to the wonderful @unnoticedunawarestillhere
@thelocalmoth *Just causally places this here*
So... For no reason at all, I was wondering what would be your advice towards anyone who wanted to write something about Hudson? Like what's his general personality, particularly when he first gets hired to the studio and when he's not full of ink poisoning, yet- >w>
What you have to understand about Hudson during this time:
Nationality: Canadian <- we know this. However, did you know that he was born in Toronto and moved to Quebec City? Hudson has French roots as well (due to his Mother).
When moving to New York, he has an overwhelming sense of being an outsider. He is prone to homesickness (homesick), but tries to always push it aside (self-assured). This whole ordeal of moving leaves him very skittish and paranoid.
Hudson's three types of mindset:
"I can also do/be better! I always need to improve. This work needs to be better."
"People are out to get me. Keep your guard up."
"I have to prove my worth and prove people wrong."
Age when hired: 17
Over all personality:
Polite and order taker (meaning he'll take tasks right away) <- these traits being perfected when he was a cadet (a few months before he was hired.) He is very apologetic and is prone to believing that he's in the wrong.
Creative, witty and has a sense of humour. Hudson is eager to share ideas with people and work as a team to get creative projects done. He uses his wits to encourage people, but also to protect himself. His humour is usually dry and Wistfully telling stories to people.
Calculating, paranoid and overwhelmed. He is calculating due to being paranoid and can get overwhelmed by insecurity and work. Self assurance is always forced.
The things that stay consistent is:
Hudson's never ending-need to please and impress his father (David Hendriks) and his desperation to be acknowledged by his father.
Insecurity about his height and overall appearance. He knows he doesn't look his age and is worried he might not look mature enough to be a writer, and not a simple delivery boy.
wait a sec
I thought you were dating Bill Danton..?
Here's the thing: I'm indecisive
Meaning: Hudson is indecisive and it isn't canon that him and Bill are dating. I don't think they even do in my au, just have fleeting crushes
I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE XD