Jack Fain - Blog Posts

"I should have regrets for being a people pleaser, but do I?"

"....."

"Don't answer that."

Hey, just here to remind you that you ate a cigar.

You ate it.

You consumed it.

You swallowed it.

That was a thing you did.

And I have no regrets.

AHSssOAJUEHDMASKDSAOAEAKDNXB

I NEED A T-SHIRT OF THEM, AND A PENCIL CASE, AND A PENCIL, AND SOCKS, AND A TOTE BAG I NEED THIS TO BE MERCH HELP

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!! *aggressively hugs the bunnies*

Happy Easter!!! 🐇 🥚

Drew my boys as bunnies. They got bunny’d. Originally I was gonna drag Norman, but I got kinda caught up with other work, so we got the three of ‘em!

Get bunny’d, @unnoticedunawarestillhere

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

AAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THIS THIS DRAWING IS SO GOOD

GOOD FOR JACK HE DESERVES THOSE SMOOCHES

Have a kiss, cutie 💋💋💋💋💋💋

“Y’can’t just kiss a guy outta no where…”

"And what are those little black dot thingies?"

@thelocalmoth : I hope to make you more father and son fan art because you are fucking awesome

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 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.

Hudson hummed in agreement, his eyes studying Ray.

"Will you quit being so nervous? I haven't even touched a hair on you," he grumbled. "Nor light you on fire." He pulled out his lighter, flipping it open and fiddling with it.

If Ray had heard any rumours about this man here, he wouldn't know Hudson committed arson. Twice.

"So how'd you meet Jack, mon ami?"

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.

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??)

"It's annoying though......." >:(

(Hudson's unpopular opinion)

how would Norman react to the song California

Girls being his theme song..?

(btw if ya want context, go ask @a-walking-contradiction :]...)

(Erm…well I will start off by saying pop……….wasn't popular in that time period…)

“My…theme song? What even is California girls? Like…the state?”

(Alt reaction after he heard the song)

“Wow. This is what people think is my theme song? What have I done.”

HAPPY FOR ONCE YES FINALLY LET'S GOOOO

THANK YOU STELLA <3

I made the sillies happy :3

I JUST SAW THIS BRO

DAMN WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS-

THANK YOUUUUU GUYS GO CHECK OUT MY FRIEND HERE AND FOLLOW THEMMMMMMM

♬ That’s just the way things go ✎

My hand slipped….:[

Gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere

 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

I gotta ask, Hudson and Jack are both trapped in the cycle, so has Hudson met searcher Jack? If so, how does he regard him?

He probably has!

He still regards Jack as a father figure, but not a protector.

Hudson still cares about Jack and protects him. He shows Jack that he cares by doing small gestures such as opening the elevator, helps him collect things and keeps Jack's space well-lit.

HOWEVER:

Hudson is still very resentful to Jack and feels like Jack could've saved him from Sammy. He's also like: "I TOLD YOU HE WAS TRYING TO KILL ME". Thinking that Jack could've just listened.

Hudson feels betrayed, but is sympathetic to Jack, understanding where Jack is coming from

He refuses to talk to him though. Only offering his silent help and gestures.

YESSSS!!! THE BOYS LOOK FANTASTIC!!! What are you talking about? THIS LOOKS AWESOME! HUDSON LOOKS SO CUTE AND HEALTHY FOR ONCE WHATTTT

As an apology for not posting the third act yet, I have thiisss (It’s not that good and I drew it in class but-).

Act III is coming at some point, I’m in the editing stage! Just… bear with me-! > 3 •

[a gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere? Yeah, you could call it that-]

Quick incoherent doodle of Hudson choking on a cigar.

Gift to @thelocalmoth and @asknorman-polk

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.

"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??”

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!!

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!!

Based off of this:

Shout outs to @thelocalmoth !

Jack and Hudson's bond can never be unbroken, no matter how fucked up it actually is :]

Sees a pen on the desk.

Picks it up.

". . ."

So, Jack; what triggers your misophonia? Are there any specific sounds or noises that set you off?

“Ooh, ok, interesting question. There are a few in particular but repetitive noises in general just tend to be something I can’t stand.”

“The sound of a clock ticking, dripping water, a pen clicking, or someone tapping on somethin’. Most sounds like that just sorta make me squeamish.”

“Before I started workin’ with Sam, a lot of the musicians I was around used metronomes and….ugh, I don’t want to think about those. It really gets into your head. Not only is it repetitive but it’s loud.”

@thelocalmoth 's Jack and Hudson moments!

These were inspired by our rp!

As well as this, I guess:

(Not too proud of this one as I tried to take a break from my cartoony art style)

BRO LOOK AT IT.

FATHER AND SON MOMENT AT IT'S FINEST WHAT-

(Bro ofc you have my freaking consent, you're awesome what-)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Based off of a roleplay I’m currently doing with @unnoticedunawarestillhere :O

Uhm. This is angsty. So is the roleplay though so yeaahhhh! Hahaha…. Anyways, if this gets enough reception maybe I’ll post like, an edited transcript of it with Untitled’s consent <3

For the mean time, father-son moment.

EDIT: JUST REMEMBERED I REFERENCED A SONG HERE OOPS LMAO

Lyrics are from Race by Alex G

"UH ACTUALLY, THERE'S ONLY LIKE, A 89% CHANCE HE NEEDS THEM, JACK."

*Still has the axe as Hudson kicks down the door*

"WHO SAID THEY NEEDED A KNEE REMOVAL JOB?!"

"AAAAAAAAA-"

LOOK AT WHAT MY MOOT DID!! GUYS IT LOOKS SO COOL!!

OH MY GOD A VIDEO—

Yaaaayyyy, enjoy an animatic I made within like, an hour or two. Can we tell I didn’t use any references…