BRO I READ YOUR COMIC SO MUCH BACK THEN DURING COVID AND I STUMBLED UPON IT WHEN SOMEONE WAS DUBBING

Today is actually my birthday! ^ ^ SO MY BIRTHDAY WISH IS: TO ALL WHO ARE IN THE BATIM/BATDR PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!! To those who aren't, you're still important <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 :^

They would take about chucking a table at Allison-I'm kidding.

They would probably be talking about the latest hot gossip in the studio and also sing together cause why not.

(Your art is so pretty!! They look so freaking gorgeous. U-U)

If you're still taking requests: Could you draw my Susie hanging out with your Susie? :>

RAHHH YOU DRAW HER SO PRETTYYYY!!! I'll never pass up a chance to draw my beloved wife Susie. My requests are basically always open :D what do you think they would talk about 🤔

GUYS PLEASE CHECK THIS STORY OUT! It's short and totally worth reading!

Going to be honest, the depictions of suffocation and blood were on point and made me smile (BECAUSE IT WAS WELL-WRITTEN NOT BECAUSE RAY IS SUFFERING NO)

The whole "first person" view makes it even more thrilling!! And the wrap up at the end just seems content! Especially since all of this in Ray's perspective!!

Anyway, I hope more fic will be written in the future!!! (I'll be trying to write more, that's for sure)

For The Mind & Lungs

A short Ray/Hudson fic for the Aftermath AU!

Depiction of choking/suffocating + blood! It isn’t very graphic, but the themes are still dark!!

I can’t breathe.

I try to take a breath, but I’m just gasping for air, my lungs never satisfied.

They ache and burn.

I can’t scream either. My voice is muted and dull, like it was just taken away from me.

Maybe it’s because I can’t. BREATHE.

It’s his fault. Who’s fault? I look around, but I can’t see anything. Why can’t I see anything?

Smoke. There’s too much smoke. It clouds my vision; fills my lungs. It stings my eyes, making them water, and now I can’t tell if I’m crying because it hurts or because I’m terrified.

My hand grasps at my chest, pulling at the fabric of my shirt. It feels wet. Warm. I glance down.

My hand is stained red, so is my shirt. Red blossoms from my chest, reaching across the white fabric.

I liked this shirt, I think past the buzzing of other noises echoing in my head. But it’s ruined now. It was white and I don’t want a red shirt.

By now my lungs have found enough air to send me spiraling into a coughing fit, and suddenly I’m doubled over, my chest and stomach heaving uncontrollably. I feel nauseous. The coughing is making me gag, so is the smell of all this smoke.

Everything is so overwhelming. My body is failing me. Tears are spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I helplessly gasp for air past the ragged wheezing. I’m dying.

I’m dying.

I feel soft cloth pressing against my skin as I sit up so quickly it’s dizzying.

I’m still gasping for air, but now it’s not because the room’s full of smoke, my heart is just beating out of my chest. I’m in a cold sweat and I’m shaking like crazy.

Through all of the panting and buzzing in my ears, I hear my name. Soft and confused, a voice I would recognize anywhere.

He asks if I’m okay, and I can tell any response I give will convey a “no” even if I say I am.

I nod and close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. I let him pull me in; nod once more when he asks me if it was another nightmare.

We’ll talk about it later, but for now I just assure him that I’m okay, he should go back to sleep. He holds me in his arms, which feels weird considering I’m usually the one doing that. It’s nice though.

He’s still concerned, but he’s also half-asleep, so he goes along with it as I settle back down. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his chest, staring into the room as I think about other things to distract myself.

Chores. Comic ideas. I repeat the steps to make a paper chrysanthemum in my head and I’m already drifting off by the third flower.

I feel bad for waking him. Even worse that it’s become so normal he doesn’t even look surprised anymore. But he cares.

And they’re all just dreams anyway.

The moment you start taking asks about your AU I will be sending you asks and complimenting you! This is to serve the evil purpose of making people smile! >:)

OH NO NOT MAKING PEOPLE SMILE

But really.. thank you ^ ^

"IT'S SAMMY," he hissed.

"You always cover for him, that's why I didn't want to say anything, neither to Charlie."

"BUT A LITTLE BRAT TATTLED, HUH SEYMOUR-"

“Hudson, some guy just informed me you punched a mirror. I’m really gonna need an explanation for that one cause I’m worried, and the studio can’t exactly afford property damage.”

~@ask-thelyricist

"I will kill Seymour."

"I'm fine. And no, you do not."

"No comment."

@ask-thelyricist

hmm seems like fun, is it alright to ask for two characters, can ask about Joey and Sammy disability head cannon (idk if I'm supposed to add the 🦾 emoji) I know they're neurodivergent /j I'm joking just interested in hearing how you head cannon them. anyways I'm going to go back to learning blender and freaking out about high poly models (scariest thing out there tbh).

In my AU,

Joey doesn't have a physical disability at first. He developed one later on due to Thomas's death ending in Joey having a bullet stuck in his leg.

Without having proper medical help or attention, he develops a limp later on due to damaged tendons in his right leg. Much later, he uses the ink to his advantage and stabs himself with needles full of ink, in attempts to fix his leg. (No idea what Joey's logic is here, but yeah.)

Joey also has a learning disability in mathematics (as well as a kind of phobia?). Either way, he struggles with numbers and heavily relies on Grant, even if he doesn't take him seriously. Things like taxes, make him increasingly stressed and frustrated (basically like most people. But he just doesn't know how to actually pay them. )

Sammy doesn't have any physical disabilities, but an anxiety disorder is considered a mental disability (at least where I live it is). Sammy (from my AU) also has anger issues, however that isn't considered a disability.

(Also....HUH? Poly models.....okay, I'm scared)

Hello!

Sorry I haven't been posting my work lately, BUT I promise I'm working behind the scenes. I'm just finishing up a comic I'm making for a moot of mine :3

After that I'll be back to drawing random shit (While also working on a new comic with a different moot :>)

Anyway, take care people and have a good day/night! I'll be back once I finish.

Yours truly,

Hudson.

P.S: Here have a loonie

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??)

I have made a connection that may or may not be a nickname in the future :3

So Hudson's Canadian, and a Canadian dollar is called a loonie...

Loonie also happens to be slang for crazy...

Yea so anyway, Hudson's name is loonie now :]

....

Bro that is straight up BRILLIANT.

Thank you, I will use that in the future! :3