Drew Your Norman And Tom Hanging Out With My Norman And Tom!

And if Archie was a swim instructor:

Gift for a fellow crazy Archie loving fan: @creationandcalamityau

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Hudson furrowed his brow, his hand stroking Ray's hair gently as his other hand went to Ray's shoulder, rubbing it slightly with a cold hand. He felt uneasy that he had already been pronounced dead, but in a way, relieved.

"Ray.....you need to take care of yourself. I don't want you suffering like this...and I know suffering."

"I just....I know I can't take off the grieving, but damn it...I don't want you to go down like this. You have so much to offer Ray. And more than a pretty face. Even though that's a pretty sweet bonus."

"You're creative, sweet, loving, sensible and tough inside. And so smart."

The studio was quiet. There weren’t many people left, most having returned home by now. There was a background noise of groaning pipes and creaking floorboards as Ray walked down the hallway.

He had left his isolate office space in favor of a cup of coffee and some more paper, which somehow the storyboarding department lacked.

He was nearing the elevator, and mulled over whether the risk of the thing was worth not having to use the stairs.

~ @w-graves-nook

The hallway lights buzzed and flickered above. The air smelled stale, but oddly had a copperish tint to it. The floorboards groaned, always causing the worries of breaking.

The friendly posters and cut outs just seemed dull, almost sickening. The cheerfulness just not being what it used to be.

The air suddenly grew cold, like a cool draft coming in, even with no windows being in the premises. The feeling of dread was being tight in the air as it was almost overwhelming.

A loud clang could be heard as an abandoned type writer had been thrown off of a supply crate, causing metal to scatter into parts.

The feeling of being watched was sudden.

And the air was tense.

Hudson stubbornly held his guard, "Yeah, and I'm not going to let him win!" His brown eyes pointed daggers at Nickson, his posture turning even more tense.

Nickson sneered at the two, before Tucker came in between the two boys. His lanky tall figure looming over the two boys, hands folded across his chest. "That's enough! Fallows, keep in your lane. Hendricks, keep your temper in check. I do not want another fight breaking out between you two. The last one, I had to call your parents, a forest ranger and a doctor."

Tucker grabbed Hudson firmly by his shoulder, holding him back while giving him a dark look.

"Shall I call your father? I mean...I'd hate to pull him out of drills right now."

Hudson ripped his shoulder out of the Scout Master's grip, shaking his head. "No."

He went quiet after that.

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”

Tagged by @macchiatosdumptruck (ty!!<3) to post four of my favorite characters, and then let you guys pick which one I'm most like

Tagging: @darthdisco @midnight-in-santa-carla @thinkblotted @berd-alert @milkbath69 @kanescrown @kiefersgrave @bornfreak @blushingunderwar @angrycryptidd @anya-tlb @dreamyyycatcher @donaka-screaming @bprd-section51 @t4tvampireisms @rain-universe (no pressure of course!)

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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

Dare I ask what’s the dynamic with Wally and his broom? 🤣

Wally just straight up replaced Johnny with a broom.

*Raises axe*

"I'M ON IT."

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

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

"AAAAAAAAA-"

Decided to draw Norman from my au. Tough looking on the outside and sweet on the inside, now that, is what I call beauty!