Hudson Stared At The Keys On His Typewriter, Most Stained By The Ink On His Fingertips. His Eyes Wandered
Hudson stared at the keys on his typewriter, most stained by the ink on his fingertips. His eyes wandered to all the notes scattered on his desk, some words scribbled out or sentences left untended to. He picked one note up, an old story idea. The story itself wasn’t really special or original, so he decided to scrap it. It seems like nowadays that he scrapped everything.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He adjusted his desk lamp, the light setting an eerie yellow glow over his typewriter. He lay against his chair, staring, but his fingers pausing. His ears strained to hear the tapping in the walls.
“Isn't it time you head home, Hudson?” A soft voice rang out.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hudson snapped his head up, his eyes narrowing. “I still have half an hour, Charlie,” he said, a defensive edge in his voice. His voice lacked any real bite, more distant than defensive. His eyes focused on the wall.
Charlie leaned against the doorframe of the department, her brown eyes soft with concern. She wore a navy blue mid-calf flared hemline. It was gaining its popularity in New York fashion.
“You don’t have to work so hard, you have the other writers to work with. Teamwork, remember?”
Hudson snorted, rolling his eyes. “Mhm,” he muttered dismissively, letting his face settle in his hand, glaring at his notes.
Charlie shook her head, letting out a quiet sigh. She walked over to his desk and was about to place her hand on his shoulder.
Hudson swatted the hand away. “I’m busy,” he snapped. He needed to hear the tapping sound.
Charlie recoiled back slightly, looking hurt. She then folded her arms and frowned at him till he looked up.
“Don’t you have a date to get to?” Hudson asked flatly, a brow raising.
Charlie clutched her purse, her lips pressed together in a thin line. “I do…but I just wanted to check up on you. Jack’s worried about you and so am I. You haven’t been sleeping, eating or even focusing properly-”
Hudson cut her off, shushing her, “Sh! Did you hear that?” His brown eyes darted to the walls and the ceiling that surrounded them. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up from his seat, his full attention on the wall.
Charlie sighed, looking dispirited. She ran a hand down her face, inhaling sharply. “This only proves my point.” Her eyes darkened at him.
Hudson’s only response was a grunt, his back still turned on Charlie as he scanned the wall. He seemed undaunted by Charlie’s demeanor.
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GUYS LOOK AT WHAT MY FRIEND DREW!!! ISN'T THIS AWESOME!!
"You Killed Me."
as I mentioned in my reblog of @art-by-stella's wonderful fanart, here's my version of it. She mentioned to me on discord that she wanted to see me redraw this drawing specifically, so I did! it was a lot of fun!
Her version can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/art-by-stella/776470356929183744/this-blog-seems-to-have-become-not-only-a-rp-blog?source=share
This was honestly one of my favourite scenes I had written for the fanfic!
"IT LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU SAMMY WHAT DO YOU MEAN-"
WHEEZES
Thanks to you i have discovered that this exists!!!
Thank you Mr Lawrence :3
"The fuck is that thing-?"
2 questions if i may,
1. Have you heard of Out Of The Ink Machine?
2. If you do, how would the main trio look like in your AU?
I hope you have a great day!
I have, but I haven't drawn anything.
If I did, it would be gore and twisted :3 !
Have a wonderful day!!
He stared at the typewriter.
"I can't write." Said the ghost.
"I can't laugh." Said the ghost.
"I can't fight." Said the ghost.
"I can't win." Said the ghost.
"I can only cry." Said the ghost.
Roleplayers! Feel free to rp here! Just note that this takes place when the studio goes to shit.
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
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.
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.
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He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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