#And hitchhikes away

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[downfallofi]

Fuck though, I DO have to get to sleep because I have fuck ass work tomorrow and I'm going to have emails to catch up on because I took off Monday and fucking Joe is gonna make me wanna burn the rest of my days up because he's a piece of shit and my neighbors have been setting off fireworks for 4 god damn hours and rargh ranting over sleep now

[nexility-sims]

welcome back noel gallagher / paging bret michaels yet again / i’m so glad i belatedly decided to give renzo normal person teeth instead of the default veneers / i am working on a little thing, if u can’t tell 🤸‍♀️

[puppy-pokemon]

i know emmet is usually the only one portrayed with a mass of joltiks on him but like please consider: ingo also gets joltik hitchhikers

while he does try to keep them from hitching a ride in his coat--picking them off and putting them on the floor despite their upset chitters--some do manage to slip past his notice. they get creative, it's like a game. some hide in his pockets, tiny ones can manage to stowaway in his hat, and sometimes they just bolt for his legs, unnoticed, as he leaves.

it doesn't help that emmet always notices, but decides to not say anything. he finds it verrry adorable that his joltiks are so eager to be with them.

[bleaksqueak]

Whew look at you go! Had a small problem with aphids a lil while back, but after a whole lot of diligence they were banished. Still have some of the damaged leaves visible but look at all the healthy new growth!

You may be trying to take over my desk, but I couldn’t ask for a better art companion. The moss in the planter is happy with the frequent watering and shade, but the impatiens is trying to devoir the terrarium moss now too

My oxalis is thriving still, too. But it has its own space above me and isn’t trying to reach out and say hello as much.

Okay, this has been your semi annual habitat update. Back to painting.

Also, hello new followers! Thank you for liking my art.

[dirtychainsawconfessions]

Imagine back shots in the sunflower field from the first film

[oneknightstand-if]

The cast stumbles upon the serial killer MC killing one of that last 2 on the list. Cloudcuckoolander MC: OK before you say anything, I was joking about having Adrian’s last name. RO’s: YOU CAN TALK THIS WHOLE TIME?

Lorelei: *now has the MC in chokehold*

Cassandra: And lo and behold, the case of the rubber chicken murders has been solved. 🕵

Merlin: As it may be, I honestly care not as long as this doesn't impinge on your duties as a Harbinger. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Gwen: Does this feel very sus to everyone else? We're still doing this entire 'Imposter' thing, right?

Percy: Sus...

Adrian:

[britishaccentcharacterpoll]

Round 1, Poll 7

Two protagonists of classic British comedy-sci-fi series - one South England accent, one Scouser, but who will win?

[qwertycake]

been meaning to post him for a hot minute. this is what the hitchhiking red pikmin from hitchhiker’s guide to koppai looks like. note the lighter red patches of discolouration - was thinking about how in pikmin 1, pikmin lose their colour the longer they’re left to idle, and how some of the pigment might stay faded if they’re used to being left alone. anyways.

[skyward-floored]

A yellow piece of paper that shows signs of water damage reads: “One of the boys does that thing that kids sometimes do: run away from home.”

Had fun with this one hehe

It’s a bit longer, so it goes under the cut :)

———

Ding-dong

Warriors groggily blinked his eyes open, trying to figure out if he’d imagined the sound of the doorbell ringing or not. He was still half asleep, so it could just be a dream... but he wasn’t sure.

He hoped it was. He didn’t want to get out of bed.

Ding-dong

Guess it was real.

He groaned and rolled over, squinting at the clock, then wishing he hadn’t as the time came into focus. Why on earth was somebody ringing the doorbell at two in the morning?

“What’s wrong?” Artemis murmured from next to him, and he shrugged and got out of bed.

“Somebody’s at the door.”

Artemis blinked. “At this hour?”

Warriors shrugged again and yanked on a shirt, then stumbled down the hallway to the door of their apartment. He glanced absently through the peephole, then did a double take and looked again.

But his first look had been correct, and Warriors nearly flung the door open, now very much awake.

“Wind?” he gaped, staring at his nephew standing at his door. “Wind what— how did you get here?!”

“I walked,” Wind answered, usually cheery voice subdued.

Warriors blinked, trying not to just blankly stare at the kid, but not quite able to stop himself. Wind stood with his head bowed on his doorstep, a backpack in his hand and an unusually sad look on his face, and his eyes were red like he’d been crying.

“Wind, what is going on?” Warriors said slowly, crouching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay? What are you doing here?”

Wind stared at him, then abruptly looked down at the ground,

“I... I ran away,” he said quietly. “Can... can I live here with you and Artemis? I won’t be any trouble, I promise, I just—”

Warriors put a hand up, stopping his stream of words before they could continue.

“Wind. Does Time or Malon know that you’re here?” Warriors asked seriously, and Wind shuffled his feet.

“...no,” he whispered.

Warriors exhaled, and ran a hand over his forehead. This... was not something he knew how to deal with.

“Wind, buddy, you can’t just walk halfway across the city in the middle of the night, that was extremely dangerous,” he began, and Wind shrunk into himself. “You’re very lucky nothing happened to you. Why on earth did you run away?”

“Mom an’ dad don’t like me anymore,” Wind said angrily, then sniffled. “They’re too busy to notice me.”

Warriors watched as Wind wiped at his eyes, and he sighed, pulling Wind up into his arms and carrying him inside.

“Wind, I promise they’re not too busy for you,” he said gently, ruffling his hair as he closed the door. “They have a lot going on, but that comes with having so many siblings. And you guys just moved, they’re doing their best.”

“But they don’t even care that my box went missing!” Wind cried, and buried his face into Warriors’ shoulder. “My telescope is in there, and my seashells and maps but nobody can find it and nobody cares!”

Wind let out a string of wet hiccups, and Warriors hugged him, sighing to himself.

That would explain it.

“Wind, did you tell anyone it’s missing?” Warriors asked, and Wind sniffled again.

“I tried to. Twi helped me look a little but he got busy and couldn’t anymore, an’ everyone else was too busy to listen.”

Warriors sighed again and let Wind sniffle into his shoulder some more, rubbing little circles onto his back. Artemis walked out then, and upon seeing Warriors’ arms full of a sniffling Wind, both of her eyebrows went up. Warriors motioned her over, but before she could join his side the phone rang.

Artemis changed course to pick it up, and Warriors sat down with Wind still in his hold, listening as she answered the phone call.

“Wars?”

Warriors looked down at the kid in his arms, green eyes wide and teary.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Wind whispered.

“Wind, I’d much rather that you wake me up in the middle of the night than feel like nobody cares about you,” Warriors answered gently, still rubbing circles onto his back. “Because I do, all of us do, especially your parents. They’re not trying to ignore you kiddo, and I’m sure they’re worried sick.”

“They prob’ly didn’t even notice I left,” Wind murmured, and Artemis came into the room, phone cord stretched almost as far as it would go.

“Wind, it’s for you,” she said with a little smile, and Warriors stood up and joined her side, Wind hesitantly taking the phone.

“Are you sure?” he asked suspiciously, and Artemis nodded, motioning him to talk.

Wind looked down at the receiver, and swallowed, holding it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked quietly.

“Wind! Oh honey thank goodness you’re okay, we’ve been looking for you for hours—”

“—Twilight said you were upset, he feels awful—“

“—noticed your bed was empty and you weren’t in the bathroom or anywhere, we thought the worst—”

“—were you thinking, going off in the middle of the night like that—”

Wind winced at the cacophony of voices coming through the phone line, and Warriors gave him a slightly amused look.

“I think they noticed you left,” he said with a gentle smile, and Wind looked down at the phone in his hands, and wiped his hand across his eyes.

“I guess so,” he said with another sniffle, and smiled just a little as he rested his head against Warriors’ shoulder, listening to his parents and siblings continue to talk over each other on the phone, overcome with relief that he was okay.

[you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be]

in characters (but also irl) is there any better kind of doing good than there being a situation, and then just slamming their head on the steering wheel and softly going “fuuuuuuck” and then doing the right thing? Like the kind where it’s clearly inconvenient and in reality you don’t have to do anything but it really REALLY feels like you have to do the right thing so you do it’s just annoying?

answer: no there isn’t. No better character archetype actually

[hejanic]

And a quick shot at doing a landscape. My interpretation of the roads outside of Arkshore, a main setting in my partner, @twistedtriscuitzart 's, headworld. I usually imagine that it would have a greener tint to it (icky icky city), but I quite like this view

[jaxitaxibolehlaf]

Just going to drop this "Young Zaphod" rendition here.

[shilohta]

My family's cast iron frying pan that I covet and hope to inherit was found by my uncle in a garbage pile by the side of a rural road. So it's been going at least 45-50 years, and an unknown length of time before it was cast to the wayside

[newfeeling77]

im trying not to get super worked up about sms LOL bc of course this is important to me n im getting upset that ppl r dropping out n now my friend who was my preferred ride bc i know hes not always late for shit like everyone else cant go n im starting to snap a little but i cant control everything….. and ill have fun regardless,…, even if it kills me. i can’t control everything. but if i could we’d be very well organized and better off

[lifesver]

leland: i bring a sort of reckless dumbass vibe to the slaughter house situation that my smart friends don't really like