(First Pic: Unfinished Norman Polk Sketches)

henlo :3

how is the jimmy doing?

Jimster is doing fine and mighty!

Might have to redesign him :3

Hi

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This is a masterpiece. A MASTERPIECE DO YOU HEAR ME-

*Hudson nervously walks up to Azzy*

"Hug?" :3

Extra^^

Azzy is mine, Hudson belongs to @unnoticedunawarestillhere

One.

Eyes are like the windows to the mind.

Everything is dark under here.

My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.

My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.

Something feels hollow.

My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.

It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.

I need to get out.

I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.

The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.

My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.

I have to ignore it. I have to get out.

Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.

No time. Air's too tight.

I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.

My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.

I need to get out.

Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.

I can't stop.

It's so hard to breathe.

Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.

I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.

Where are my eyes?

*Sobs even louder*

*Hudson retrieves the toaster and gives it to Wally*

"Here you go. Hope you can toast your bagels now! There's kind of a dent in it..but..I'm sure it's fine. Won't cause any fires or something."

*About to walk away, then stops*

"Thanks for cleaning." *Proceeds to give Wally a loonie (Canadian dollar)* :3

“Hhhh… alright then, I guess I can… fix the dent and make sure the wiring is alright… easy fix-“

*then looks up* “huh? Oh! Uh no problem fella- I’m glad someone appreciates me-“ *looks at the loonie coin* “is this one of those chocolate coins? NICE!” *try’s to chomp the coin*

“OW-“

HUGS YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh >:D

I so badly want to hug your Hermes (he's my favourite god XD)!!

I really love how you designed him!

aw thank you!! :D, I just assumed Hudson is taller than Hermes lol might be wrong though :3

To the same moots who are booping me:

I love you guys, but seriously...my notifications are being booped out of existence.

Good luck with your audition! You’re gonna be awesome!

Thank you!! I'm auditioning for the role of a Jock (who is an asshole).

I'm really nervous XD

took a break from drawing my comic to doodle your guy hudson because i think he's neat (and u sent an ask to my blog and i wanna make sure i know how to draw him lol)

i hope this is okay akshskdk ^^;;

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOUR ART AND YOUR STYLE AND OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO CUTE AND ALIVE FOR ONCE WHAT??!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-

I LOVE YOUR COMICS BY THE WAY!!!

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.