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well idk abt that anon, but

how would Hudson feel if Stella liked him..?

based on a cursed hypothetical ship that my friend suggested because of the drawings I made of Hudson and Stella trying to kill each other... T-T

Hudson would get flustered and probably be even more rude and cold towards her.

HOWEVER, he (as a ghost) would do little gestures. Such as opening and operating the lights and elevator for Stella and giving her supplies that he couldn't care less about (not needing to eat or whatvever). He'd also probably stab and rip people who got in her way of something important.

I doubt he would show his face though, probably embarrassed and not wanting Stella to see the damage :(

"What about you? Do you have an awesome sister? Or am I just super lucky?"

@art-by-stella

Ignore the background...anyway, HUDSON HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A CHILD FOR TWO DAYS, excluding today)

okay that's fuckin adorable...

"uhh... hi kid... uhh how'd ya get in here..?"

"I think she took my hat or something too!"

@ask-sammy-lawrences-assistant or @art-by-stella

Ignore the background...anyway, HUDSON HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A CHILD FOR TWO DAYS, excluding today)

okay that's fuckin adorable...

"uhh... hi kid... uhh how'd ya get in here..?"

Hudson raised his shaking hand as he somehow ended up on the floor. His knees weak and his brown eyes looking traumatised.

"I'm here," he rasped, his voice cracking a little. "Just give me a minute."

With that said, he fell back and laid on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. His whole body feeling ill and shaken, not even worried about Stella and the prank anymore.

@ask-thelyricist

*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??)

Hudson wiped his red eyes, face a hint red from crying.

Hudson went quiet. Dead quiet.

Gently, he forced himself to drift away from Jack and stand up to walk towards Norman.

Quickly, his training kicked in once more. He removed his tie and shirt, only having his undershirt now.

He grabbed his pocket knife from his belt and began to cut his shirt into strips, the sound of cloth tearing could be heard.

Once done, he folded his knife and carefully took Norman's bleeding arm and began to use the strips of cloth as a bandage. Wrapping and layering over Jack's tie until the blood wouldn't stain through so fast.

He then secured it all with his own tie and a safety pin.

He said nothing, eyes red from crying and face now unreadable.

*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??)

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??)

HAPPY FOR ONCE YES FINALLY LET'S GOOOO

THANK YOU STELLA <3

I made the sillies happy :3

 40’s FASHION I DON'T CARE I JUST NEED TO DRAW THESE AWESOME PEOPLE SOMETHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

@creationandcalamityau @thelocalmoth @asknorman-polk @asksammylawrence @art-by-stella @eeveelikessoda @yourfavouriteboyrider @im-outa-here

BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS, HENDRIKS! REVENGE, REVENGEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Omg your art is so good! Your poses for this is great :3

NOW PUNCCCHHH HIMMMM

Yaknow what, since I can't punch him irl I made Hudson do it >:]

"polite..?!"

"I'll show you polite!!"

Stella Henderson! (gift for @art-by-stella)

She was fun to draw!

I feel like if she had gotten hired earlier, she and Hudson would've gotten along (sane Hudson). Back then, Hudson was eager to see people's drawings and scripts and would encourage it!

But now, he's just snappy and doubtful... (He never actually meant to scare or be mean to Stella, it just kind of happened :/)

AUDIO LOG: Thoughts and bleedings.

Ɨ nɇɇđ ŧø ǥɇŧ øᵾŧ øf ħɇɍɇ….łɇŧ mɇ øᵾŧ, łɇŧ mɇ øᵾŧ! Ɉøɇɏ! ĐȺmn ƀȺsŧȺɍđ, Ɨ ꝁnøw ɏøᵾ'ɍɇ øᵾŧ ŧħɇɍɇ…!

ȼøᵾǥħɨnǥ

Ɨf Ɨ ȼøᵾłđ ɉᵾsŧ…ĦȺħ….ħȺħȺ.

ĦȺĦȺĦĦȺĦ!!! Ɨ'M ǤØƗNǤ ŦØ ĐƗɆ! Ɨ'm ǥøɨnǥ ŧø đɨɇ….

Ɨ đøn'ŧ wȺnŧ ŧø ŧħøᵾǥħ….ƀᵾŧ, ŧø ƀɇ ħønɇsŧ….Ɨ'm nøŧ sᵾɍɇ wħȺŧ Ɨ wȺnŧ.

MȺɏƀɇ mɏ ɇɏɇs ƀȺȼꝁ wøᵾłđ ƀɇ nɨȼɇ…mȺɏƀɇ Ⱥ ȼħȺnȼɇ ŧø ǥø ħømɇ.

Ⱥ đȺɏ wħɇɍɇ ŧħɇ ħøᵾɍs Ⱥɍɇ sᵽɇnŧ wɨŧħ łȺᵾǥħŧɇɍ Ⱥnđ ǥøøđ sᵽɨɍɨŧs.

Nøŧ ɇnsłȺvɇđ ŧø Ⱥ ŧɏᵽɇwɍɨŧɇɍ. Ħøƀƀɨɇs sħøᵾłđn'ŧ ƀɇ ŧħɨs…ŧøɍŧᵾɍɨnǥ.

Ɨ đøn'ŧ wȺnŧ ŧø ƀɇ føɍǥøŧŧɇn…ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ đø đɇsɇɍvɇ ɨŧ. Ɨ wȺnŧ ŧø ƀɇ łøvɇđ ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ'm nøŧ sᵾɍɇ wħɏ. Ⱥnđ Ɨ wȺnŧ ħɇłᵽ ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ đøn'ŧ ꝁnøw ħøw ŧø Ⱥsꝁ.

Ɨ łɇŧ ɇvɇɍɏønɇ đøwn.

Sø mȺnɏ fȺȼɇs…sø mȺnɏ nȺmɇs…Ɨ sħøᵾłđn'ŧ ħȺvɇ ƀɇɇn mɇȺn sø Ħɇnđɇɍsøn, ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ wȺs ɨnsȺnɇ. Ɨ sħøᵾłđn'ŧ ħȺvɇ ᵽᵾsħɇđ ȻħȺɍłɨɇ ȺwȺɏ, sħɇ wȺs ŧɍɏɨnǥ ŧø ħɇłᵽ.

NøɍmȺn, Ɍɨđɇɍ Ⱥnđ WȺłłɏ đɨđn'ŧ đɇsɇɍvɇ Ⱥnɏ ɨnsᵾłŧ Ɨ ŧħɍɇw Ⱥŧ ŧħɇm. Ŧħøᵾǥħ..Ɨ đøn'ŧ ȺȼŧᵾȺłłɏ ɍɇȼȺłł ɨnsᵾłŧɨnǥ ŧħɇm ɇvɇɍ.

Ⱥnđ ɈȺȼꝁ….đȺmn ɨŧ…ŧħɇ đȺɏs łɇȺđɨnǥ ᵾᵽ ŧø ŧħɨs…Ⱥłł ŧħɇ ᵾsɇłɇss Ⱥɍǥᵾmɇnŧs Ⱥnđ føɍ wħȺŧ? Ŧħøsɇ wøɍđs wɇɍɇ ɉᵾsŧ ɨnfłᵾɇnȼɇđ ƀɏ sømɇønɇ wħø đɨđn'ŧ ɇvɇn ȼȺɍɇ Ⱥƀøᵾŧ ħɨs øwn søn. ɈȺȼꝁ ȼȺɍɇđ føɍ mɇ. Ħɇ wȺs ŧħɇɍɇ møɍɇ ŧɨmɇs ŧħȺn ħɇ ɇvɇɍ wȺs føɍ mɇ.

Ɨ'm sø fᵾȼꝁɨnǥ ŧɨɍɇđ. Øf ŧħɨs. Øf ŧħɇ sŧᵾđɨø. Øf mɇ.

Ɨ Ⱥɍǥᵾɇđ ƀɇȼȺᵾsɇ Ɨ ȼȺɍɇđ, ɈȺȼꝁ. Ɨ snȺᵽᵽɇđ Ⱥŧ ɏøᵾ føɍ nøŧ ɇnłɨsŧɨnǥ ƀɇȼȺᵾsɇ Ɨ wȺs sȼȺɍɇđ ŧħȺŧ ɨf ɏøᵾ wɇɍɇn'ŧ ŧħɇɍɇ…ɏøᵾ wøᵾłđ føɍǥɇŧ mɇ.

Ⱥnđ mȺɏƀɇ…

ɏøᵾ wøᵾłđ sŧøᵽ ȼȺɍɨnǥ ₳฿ØɄ₮ ₥Ɇ.....

Ⱥs føɍ SȺmmɏ…… Ɨ wȺnŧ mɏ đȺmn ɇɏɇs ƀȺȼꝁ. Ɨ đøn'ŧ ȼȺɍɇ wħȺŧ ɨŧ ŧȺꝁɇs.

Ⱥnđ ɨf ɏøᵾ ƀȺȼꝁ đøwn nøw….đøn'ŧ ƀɇ sᵾɍᵽɍɨsɇđ wħɇn ŧɍøᵾƀłɇ ƀɇǥɨns ŧø sŧɨɍ.

Ⱥnđ đø NØŦ ᵾsɇ ŧħɇ ɇłɇvȺŧøɍ.

Imagine Hudson's ghost pops up XD

Wandering around the studio, as always, thinking to herself "huh, I've never been in the elevator before"...

She walks up to the elevator to find a little post-it note saying "out of order" on it... Damn

"well that sucks... Eh... Whatever..."

She walks away, and of course gets the wonderful idea to draw the broken down elevator :3(fanart coming soon)

She has every right to be :3

Random Stella fact: she's scared of Hudson :3