Latest Posts by unnoticedunawarestillhere - Page 6

"I'll take mine black. However, I don't mind if it's the colour of sounds."

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

What's your favorite flavor of ink?

Mine's PURPLE!!

"Since when did it come in different flavors-..?"

*Jumps.*

Hudson: Do you ever look at a flight of stairs and wonder how many bones you could break jumping down?

.....

Not that I wonder this.

Hudson: Do you ever look at a flight of stairs and wonder how many bones you could break jumping down?

.....

Not that I wonder this.

Daffodils:

Present Hudson: What do you want now?

Younger Hudson: Can we play? ...what's that?

Present Hudson: a flask.

Younger Hudson: Oh, okay. Can we pick daffodils?

Present Hudson: Why the hell would I want to do that?

Younger Hudson: Because they're bright and yellow! And when I give them to maman, she's really happy!

Present Hudson (inhales): Happiness is temporary. Especially when she then realises you went through her garden and tracked mud in the house.

Younger Hudson: Oh.....I didn't think about that.

Present Hudson: You don't think most of the time, kid. Considering how draft you are most times.

Younger Hudson:....I'm sorry.

Present Hudson: Sure you are.

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?

Found these when I tried to draw TADC characters, Gangle being my favourite XD !!!

Hudson if he actually went to The royal Canadian Air Force during WW2.

This would be the Poppy Field AU where Hudson actually survives the studio. No telling if he survives the war though...

Quick incoherent doodle of Hudson choking on a cigar.

Gift to @thelocalmoth and @asknorman-polk

Amazing doodle and Hudson looking dead inside is now cannon <3

Ce genuinely just reminded me that I have this by posting art of Hudson, omg I’ve been gatekeeping it, I apologize—

@unnoticedunawarestillhere’s Hudson lmao <3

Been having a shitty week so far, but this...makes me feel better!

Thank you, friend :) ! If your art style was food I would have it for breakfast to keep me going through the rough days ahead!

uhh so I decided to draw two of my friends earlier today, I realize most of my friends don't have Bendy OC's.

the first one is @unnoticedunawarestillhere OC Hudson

The second one is @silly-sammy OC Nico

anywayssssss if we are mutual you should reblog this with a picture of your batim oc, no reason why...

Why not?

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

FACTS YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT HUDSON:

Hudson was originally suppose to be trans! However, this choice would impact Hudson's personality and put a different kind of strain on him, which isn't what I wanted for him :(

Hudson's name (while brainstorming) was originally supposed to be Austin!

Hudson's ghost form was inspired by Japanese folklore, most specifically the slit-mouth woman!

Hudson was originally suppose to quit the studio and actually go to WW2! (this was changed because why not and he should suffer in a different way)

Hudson's bisexual! He'll never really say it out loud that much, and won't always clarify, but it's cannon now! I mean, originally, he suppose to be gay, but meh.

Lol, random Hudson hc

he's shit at art, can't draw a stickman to save his life, and gets kinda upset because of this sometimes :3

XD

Well,

actually

Hudson was applying for the Art Department as he actually knows how to draw and sketch XD he just switched to the writing department because he didn't want to share his art.

I'm sorry but the moment you said Hudson would listen to Buddy Holly I had my attack planned. Anyways wishing you luck on your exams!

Thank you! XD This attack is wonderful!!

The little things inside.

I let out a hiss as the tip of my pencil let out.

Snap.

I threw it to the side, the thin object rolling away and falling off my desk. Resting in my almost full trash can.

Serves it right.

My back hurts as I straighten my composure, my chair letting out a creak as I did.

I glance up at all the yellow pieces of paper I and my director stuck on my bulletin board.

Fix Grammar to proper American Grammar.

Talk to Bill and stay overtime to finish the script.

Deadline this MONDAY.

Lawyer up. Full meeting with Thomas Conner, Joey Drew and Trevor Covens (asshole) on January 15th.

Reminder to self: stop stealing Wally's keys. Stop stealing Norman's projector and stop getting into fights (unless you want a mouth full of broken teeth, pal).

I looked at the last one, picking up the note and staring at it. The words at the very bottom are faint and small, but I can make them out:

And stop stealing my heart! <3 Bill

I quickly stuffed that note in my drawer, where Bill's other notes and drawings stayed safe. Safe so I can reread them sometimes.

I glance at the note on my right. In a couple weeks, I'll have to meet up with my boss, the head of Gent...and an ass-hole who expects me to pay up because I broke his nose. Lovely.

I turn off my desk lamp, my typewriter now belonging to the shadows. I stand up and stretch my back, a dull pain shooting up my spine.

Fights will be fights. Broken noses, broken backs...the usual.

I grab my briefcase and jacket, slinging my jacket over my shoulder. Adjusting my grip on my briefcase, I head out of the quiet department. Everyone else has already gone home.

I walk through the halls, passing cheerful posters and hissing pipes above. The lights above hum and flicker, unease churning in my stomach.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I swing my head around, my eyes darting around wildly. My grip on my briefcase is tighter, making my knuckles turn pure white. I stare at the end of the hallway, squinting my eyes.

 No one.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I spin around to the other side of the hallway, but nothing greets me there. Nothing but ridiculous posters, smiling cutouts and the glaring pipes. The tapping, whatever it is, isn't stopping though. It's rhythmic, but somewhat loud. It's loud, but somewhat distant.

I strain my ears, desperate to make sense of where it's coming from.

Tap.

I narrow my eyes before walking over to a wall, pressing an ear.

Tap. Tap.

The sound moves.

It's coming from the walls.

I run after it, shrugging on my jacket and fumbling with my briefcase.

I'm not sure why, but I can't let it run off without me. Whatever it is.

I turn around the corner, almost colliding into a Bendy cutout and smacking right into a pipe. I couldn't care less.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap-!

Suddenly, I hit something, making me fall back to the ground.

I hit the floor, my briefcase landing on the ground with a thud as I glared up at the figure. "Watch it, pal!" I grumbled, already getting my briefcase.

I forgot how easy it was for me to get knocked down.

Weakling.

"Hudson? Whatcha doin' here? Aren't ya supposed to be already gone?" A familiar voice asked.

I straightened my jacket and glanced up, more intently.

Jack.

"Uh, just finishing up a script. Nothing else really."

The sound's getting away...

Jack stares at me, worried probably. He fixes his vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and shifting his hat. "Lemme guess, another dead end?" He asked softly, his eyes gentle and warm.

He pities me.

I cough, trying to clear my throat, "Uh, sort of. I got some notes done..."

Liar. You just threw them in the trash.

I shouldn't feel so agitated. I shouldn't feel annoyed.

It's Jack. Kind, warm and has done nothing, but save my ass.

So why am I getting annoyed?

Jack raises a brow, but I can see he's holding his tongue. He shakes his head instead. "Right....well, I heard about the meetin' in two weeks. Ya ready for that?" He asked, tilting his head.

Two weeks? I thought it was a couple.

I bit my lip, swallowing. I glanced desperately at the wall.

The tapping's getting away! I just know it...

“Oh please…I’ll…be ready,” I mutter, not looking at him. I bite my bruised lip, a dull pain beginning to throb. 

Jack raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. He leaned back on the wall, arms folding. “Really? Because ya still look like a trainwreck from last week.” 

I grit my teeth, well aware of how bruised I look. Pretty much in between my eyes and right face is swollen and looks like I got kicked to the curb. 

My fingers curl into my palms, tensing. “I’m still on my feet, aren’t I?” I snap, defensive. 

Jack sighed, shaking his head slightly. His eyebrows knitted together tightly as he dragged a hand down his face. “Hudson, ya can’t keep doin’ this. I know yer goin’ away in a month, but can’t you leave without getting punched in the face?” 

Tap. 

I snap my head towards the wall, hearing the disappointed snort from Jack. I step closer to the wall, narrowing my eyes. My other hand presses up against the wood, my eyes squinting in focus. 

“Hudson, if you could just listen to me…!”  Jack huffed.

“I swear I can hear something scratching in the walls…” I muttered, pressing my ear closer.

Jack puts a hand firmly on my shoulder, forcing me to face him. 

“Hudson. Stop. There’s nothin’ in the walls, ya need to get rest,” Jack said tightly, the corners of his lips tugging downwards. “Look, I don’t know what’s goin’ on in that department of yours, but clearly, yer not well. How about we just-”

I cut him off, “No! It’s right in there. I know there’s something in there!” My voice raises in volume and I’m right in his face. Something inside is desperately trying to crawl out.

Anger.

 It’s red and spikey and I can imagine it poking at my rib cage from inside. Wanting to see how long it can keep poking. 

I glance away, turning my head. My hand is gripping my briefcase way too tightly as if it’s valuable. It’s not. 

I won’t punch him. I can’t. 

Poke.

I blink, trying to simmer down and focus on something else. 

But he won’t let me.

“Kid, talk to me, dammit!” Jack yells, frustration creeping in his tone. He grabs my shoulder a little more firmly. His dark eyes are conflicted and I can see the storm brewing inside of them. 

I shrug out of his grip, giving him a glare. “Why should I? You just keep dismissing me as crazy.” 

Jack scowls, before angrily shaking his head. 

“BECAUSE YA ARE, HUDSON. YOU KEEP GETTING INTO BULLSHIT WHEREVER YOU GO. WHY DO YA THINK FOLKS ARE UNEASY TO WORK WITH YA?! WHY DO YOU THINK FOLKS SCOWL AT YOU IN THE HALLWAYS?! BECAUSE ALL YOU’VE BEEN LATELY IS A TROUBLESOME KID THROWING HIS SHIT BECAUSE HE CAN’T KEEP IT TOGETHER!” He yelled, shadow creeping over his face as the light flickered above. 

SIlence.

Jack’s eyes widened as he covered his mouth with a hand. He shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t…kid…” He began, staring down at his feet. 

I can imagine something else wiggling in my ribcage. It’s just above anger.

It’s grey, almost static and wheezes a lot. It’s slow and heavy, settling around my heart and gives a little flicker and wheeze.

Hurt. 

I stay frozen in place, blanking. 

I hardly notice Jack wrapping his arms around me and apologizing. His eyes were regretful.

I push him off of me, eyes glistening. My throat is heavy and I drop my briefcase. 

I turn around, leaving him. I can hear him yelling after me, but I don’t answer. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I follow the sound, my heart still heavy. 

He isn’t wrong though. 

After all,

Trouble always meets a sticky end, right? 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

(For @thelocalmoth because why not, they're awesome.)

Hello! (again)

I found some stories that I forgot to post as well as some drawings!

I'm going to post one of the stories because exams CAN LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE.

Just gotta check for spelling mistakes....

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! :(

I have ✨more art✨

And something I made like two years ago that I like just found :3

✨yippee✨

Looks awesome!! I like the detail on the last one and the first one! Sammy and Bendy look good too (damn poor Sammy) !!

I can't tell who is who in the first one though :(

Let me know!

what does hudson think of wally :0

Hudson appreciates Wally's work through and through!

He sees Wally as an ally, but can also see him as an advantage (stealing his keys before giving them back somehow).

Hudson rarely has any problem with Wally, but due to his short fuse, he might find Wally's cheerful presence an irritation!

Hudson's opinion on Sammy?

Hudson (when hired) stays clear of Sammy as his rude remarks and harsh demeanour always made him tick inside. However, using his filter, he would avoid him.

When he goes insane, he loses that filter and spits retorts and insults of his own. Spitting at the composer if he ever crosses a line with him or a love one.

Sammy was also a witness to Hudson's tournament by Joey and was also responsible for hiding his body. So, when Hudson comes back as a ghost, he is more than just pissed.

In the crossover au I have with @creationandcalamityau , she has an OC named Charlie (who is Sammy's assistant), he's very protective of Charlie and is always making threats at Sammy to keep in line. He's worried that Sammy may cause harm to Charlie (who is like a sister to him). He wants so badly to protect Charlie, because he knows what Sammy is capable of. But sometimes his actions out of loyalty will end up hurting Charlie, which he hates.

In the crossover I have with @thelocalmoth , Hudson despises Sammy and has gotten into fights with him. However, he *tries* to restrain himself from talking bad of Lawrence because he doesn't want to make Jack upset as he looks up to Jack and sees him as a father figure. Hudson was once forced into drinking ink because of Sammy twice. He only told Jack the first time, but never the second time because he cared too much.

He was aware of Jack's strong friendship and didn't want to hurt Jack, even in his twisted insane way, which led to his downfall and ended up getting sicker with ink poison.

He loves way too much, which was kind of what killed him.

Happy and sane Hudson?!

It's important to remember that this guy wasn't always an asshole, that's all I'm saying XD !!

"Hmmmm.....perhaps."

"If you take me to Denny's right now."

"And bring Jack too."

HUDSON BIT MY FINGER D:<

@unnoticedunawarestillhere, “Please don’t bite peoples fingers, Hudson. We’re all adults here, and adults don’t bite fingers.”

“…Because it’s rude and hurtf—what did you even do to have Hudson bite you??”

"I CAN DO AS I PLEASE. THEY CALLED ME A SILLY GOOSE, THEY DEALS WITH THE CONSEQUENCES."

HUDSON BIT MY FINGER D:<

@unnoticedunawarestillhere, “Please don’t bite peoples fingers, Hudson. We’re all adults here, and adults don’t bite fingers.”

“…Because it’s rude and hurtf—what did you even do to have Hudson bite you??”

how would Hudson feel about being called a silly goose

He would bite your finger off :3

Drawings of ghost Hudson! His design is still a little bit in the works, but I'm happy how this turned out!

I do understand that I'll probably have to draw Hudson happy and sane once in a while so folks don't get too concerned....(whoops)

This is my first time drawing Eddie Dear from Welcome Home! I know I didn't get the colours right (had to work with what I had) and there are still pencil lines being shown...but yeah!

BRO I READ YOUR COMIC SO MUCH BACK THEN DURING COVID AND I STUMBLED UPON IT WHEN SOMEONE WAS DUBBING IT AND I WAS LIKE: DAMN THIS IS GOOD STUFF :O

OMG thank you so much @unnoticedunawarestillhere

YESSSS FATHER AND SON!!!! GO JACK!!!

*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!!

*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!!