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*Awkwardly shuffles*
"Hey....guys?"
.....
"How do you deal with sadness?"
(Untilted: I'm generally asking)
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?
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.)
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??”
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)
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!!
Audio log #?
You wouldn't believe what just came in the mail today!
Oh man, I just bolt out of my apartment and what do I see? A letter! Addressed to me from good ol' Cassidy and her husband.
Have to admit, I'm surprised that they remembered to include me, considering I'm not actually Cassidy's brother.
Of course, I wouldn't dare to say that out loud. I would get smothered in reassurances and hugs and...augh....
This picture is totally going up on my bulletin board! How could it not? It's my niece and nephew! I'm an uncle!
I never thought I would be...
I can't wait for the holidays and winter break! I've already bought Steven a good sketchbook and pens and for Eliza, a pocket knife and a lighter! Plus some little fireworks I found on the market.
'Course, I'm probably going to have to give her her gifts..out of her mother's eyes.
Hey! You're never too young to learn how to use a knife and lighter. As a proud Boy Scout of Ontario, I should know!
. . .
I promise I won't stop loving you two, alright?
Uncle Hudson out!
(Welcome to the community! Happy to have you here! :] )
"Someone else is joining us? Huh, go figure. Let's see what their business is."
Hello there
I'm Stella Henderson
A new hire in Joey Drew Studios
I work in the art department, I do work on like backgrounds and marketing and stuff for the bendy cartoons
My only friend here so far is Wally, yaknow, the cool janitor guy :3
I like to bother some of the others when I'm bored, especially around the music department, I find it funny
I also like to draw my coworkers during break time
Some of my drawings that I've done already:
Uhh that's all for now, I guess... Have a great day...
I should probably get back to work...
Mod notes:
Hello, @justuravghazbin here :3
In her asks I will ask as JustUrAvgHazbin (cause that's my very first blog and I can't ask as anyone else T-T) so when I speak as Stella I'll use quotations, this is just for asks
I will add onto her lore later :3
LOOK WHAT MY FRIEND MADE MEEE!!
HUDSON LOOKS SICK AND AWESOME AND THE SHADING/LIGHTING IS PREFECT!!!
GO CHECK OUT HER ART, HER ART IS WONDERFUL GO FOLLOW HER!!
Ghost Lad
(TW: Gore/Body horror)
A gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere of his insane silly little writer man Hudson! I could not for the life of me find a good background for the elevator so the broken one will have to do.
I have no clue how to draw scissors well, so that's the best I could do lol.
I have to admit, I really like drawing the creepy side of his face, it's not anatomically correct in the slightest in this drawing but it was still fun to draw! I hope you like it! I have no clue if you changed anything about his ghost design, sorry if it may be inaccurate lol.
Hudson's opinion on Buddy/Daniel?
Hudson would've gotten a long with Buddy and consider him a friend.
The two would be around the same age when Hudson got hired.
Later when he goes insane, he would've been loyal and protective in his weird messed up way.
More doodles :3
Hudson and Jack
This time on a bit of a darker note
partially based on something I read recently(I think it was on jacks blog but idrk)
HOLY SHIT THIS LOOKS SO AWESOME! AND ON POINT XD
NICEEEE!!
Hudson :3
Aww thank you! He looks fantastic!! And oddly Innocent despite his faults XD
Ok this may seem a bit weird but uhh...
I wanna draw Hudson and uhh, not to seem rude but your art style is kinda hard to translate...
Plus I don't know his lore that well...
Could you give me maybe a like, full body picture of Hudson..? I guess..?
(and maybe how to get his lore/some of his lore..?)
I don't know how to ask for this... T-T
Yeahh, I've been told that a lot :P
It's not weird that you want to draw him! It's nice to see someone interested in him as I put a lot of work into working on his character.
Lore (but shortened as much as possible):
Simple introduction:
Hudson Hendriks is a young man who was about 17/18 years old when hired. He's 5'5 (when hired) and was first just a wistful nostalgic writer who was insecure of what made him "him". (Ex: accent, height, etc)
Hudson worked in the Writing department (hired somewhere in the late 30's) from Toronto (Canada). He was offered the job by a friend and decided to take up that offer so he wouldn't waste his talents and enlist in the Air Force (like most of his family.)
Hudson was one of the many victims of ink poisoning, which was his downfall.
He started hearing things, skipping meals/proper rest and developed an unhealthy short fuse with himself and his fellow writers. This short fuse even grow to be a full on fight with a Gent Employee later on. It went terribly and Hudson was almost fired due to him breaking the employee's nose. He was spared, but did get a permanent record.
He was mocked by his fellow peers due to his newly founded paranoid behaviour and this led Hudson seeking refuge anywhere BUT the writing department (avoiding bullying and concern)
He kept further isolating himself and grew an unhealthy habit of seeing his work as "not good enough" or "could be better".
Finally, he had made plans to head back home and enlist in RCAF (Royal Canadian Air Force). He was once an Air Cadet, a boy scout and with his ties in the family..this decision wasn't all that surprising.
He decided to fight in WW2.
In his last month of working for/in the studio, he had begun to uncover what had been happening in the couple of YEARs of working there. To the ink machine, experiments, financial issues, the IRS, etc.
In his third week, he was unfortunately caught by Joey.
Joey would then try and see how much Hudson actually knew, while Hudson would just play dumb or be uncooperative.
He was then tortured by a blade Joey had and would die to multiple injuries and horrific blood loss.
Instead of placing Hudson in the machine, Joey had decided to hide his body near the elevator shaft and block it off to the public (even Gent). Due to these complications, Hudson was never a lost one or toon.
Instead, he became a violent and bitter spirit, mostly haunting the elevators and was later blamed for causing them to suddenly drop.
Even when people were in there.
(This was not short, my apologies. Some of this info has been changed, so apologies to my moots who might be like: Wait what..)
