Hudson Hendriks - Blog Posts

Gift for @skxllbxnny as this is their Henry!

I love their Batim ask blog and admire it so much! Thank you so much for liking my work, Skxll! I have no idea why you do or even pay attention to Hudson, but I thank you endlessly for that!

I love your Norman and Henry design/ship so much! Your Bendy design is adorable and I just want to say: YOU ARE FREAKING AWESOME WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO COOL??!!

I WANT TO HUG YOU UNTIL YOU CANNOT BREATHE.

Then pull out the defibrillator when that happens :3

Hudson was quiet for a moment, flexing his still very injured hand.

"Got forced to drink ink again," he said quietly, his eyes not looking at Jack. "I swear, he's going to kill me one day."

"I just wish he would leave me alone with his 'lord Bendy' shit. It doesn't make sense and I'm just....."

"...Getting worse....everyday."

"Heh, it's kind of funny in my mind if I didn't vomit ink three times a week now."

“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

"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

"Why I'm unhinged, let me explain: drinking, ink poisoning, being a writer, being Canadian, being afraid of birds, having thrown out of a window before, setting fire to my Dad's shed, Dad issues, my french, self-hatred turning into self-suffering, mirrors, my fear of the mail man, questioning my life, I feel like shit, my fear of public transit, on and on and on."

"Did I mention the birds?"

Why are you people so unhinged? This is absurd...

Hudson x Bill

Should I draw them kissing? 🤔

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. 

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 :/)

She has every right to be :3

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