#fortytwos

[submarineforest]

- "Some days getting out of bed will be the biggest challenge that we face. And some days, that's just enough." @poetrybyboots #streetart #poetry #northside #chicago #FortyTwos #poetrybyboots (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpq6dF8L8zY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jam-mystery]

TNMNTOBER | DAY 5 - SHIP

This one would need some elaboration x)

I mean, I will tell you lots of 42 hc when the right time comes, but some of these include 42’s relationships with other doppels. It doesn’t really bother communicating with any, even the ones impersonating Lois, because (spoiler). Besides, 42 doesn’t want to kill Roman, it would even try to prevent other doppels from doing it.

But what if 42 DID want to murder his “original”? This is when it would find itself a “wife”, so they could replace both Stilnsky simultaneously. “How, if they have no normal faces?” - you may ask. Again, this will be elaborated further when the right time comes.

Current progress:

[42-forty-two-42]

4̥͌2̥́ ̧̈4̜̍2̞́ ̤̂4̙̾2̭͒ 4̈͜2͍̀ ̘̀4̳̓2̪̑ ̺͑4̦͆2̫́ ̩̄4̺́2̢͗ ̤̆4͚̎2̭́ ͕͝4̤͝2̰̒ ̠̂4̰̀2̡̋ ͙̆4̰̄2̦̑ ͍͐4̻͠2͙͝ ̦̍4̮̀2̼̃ ͈͑4̫̈́2͉̂ ̀ͅ4̝̓2̖̎ ͈͛4͈̏2̥̓ ͙̉4̻̇2̣̕ ̬̋4͉̌2͇̌ ̣͝4̪̀2̪̀ ͉̈́4̨́2̖̊ ̩͂4͇̓2͍̍ ͔̌4̛̗2̣̐ ̦̔4͙͑2͇̀.̧̅.͈̊.̪̆4̰̋2̓ͅ ̡̔4͖̔2̲͝.̻͋.̭̄.͍̌

( I look at the other doppels here and I cannot help but wonder if I somehow actually ate more human flesh than them...Just wondering... )

[42-hitchhiker]

The doppels: * interact with each other (and humans at times) a lot *

Meanwhile these two:

Bruuhh, I can't draw Peach 🙃

Anyway, it's just a random doodle of a random funny idea, which ended up in my head today. I also try to think about their relationships sometimes. If they exist, of course. I like to imagine them as those types of friends, who do not feel weird while sitting beside each other in silence. And I know, 42 HAS been interacting with some guys lately, buuuut...I still see it being mostly solitary as heck.

[gloriousstrawberryarcade]

buy-google-voice-account

[bonnettsbooks]

4/2/24 — Open 6-9p Mask recommended. No open drinks, please.

Today's date is a palindrome. 4224 or 2442, depending on your standard. 42 is the answer to Life, The Universe, & Everything according to Douglas Adams in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Odd subjects for a numerically even Tuesday. Today, I present 2 books with 4 aliterative adjective pairs about unusual inventions. Enjoy!

[42-forty-two-42]

// Weeee, 42 fanart! //

// * generally fangirling over 42 for some reason while working on art of 42 getting smooched dy Anons AND some story(?) stuff * //

small dood so i can just have smthn as my pfp for discord

[submarineforest]

- something people hear too often & not enough something people should learn how to say something people should learn how to accept something people should consider. #No #consideration #thinkingaboutwords #streetart #isitthough #FortyTwos (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRDglzrVZQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jam-mystery]

Still hibernating in my main blog...

Anyways, made this for one of my TNMN RP blogs - @42-forty-two-42 ! Check it and @mclooy-rudboys (my another blog) out!

[42-forty-two-42]

tosses the hoon man plushie at 42

WOE, PLAGUE BE UPON YE 🔥 🔥🔥

the skrunkly

4̘̉2͉͙̮͘.̞̿.̝̐.̙̘̬̈́4̘͔͂2̥͇͓̄͒͗ ̲̓̊͊4̟͆̌2̈́͒͌ͅ ̘͒͛̚4͍̈́͗2̧̍̋ ̮̽́̌4̡̅2͚̺͒ ̱͈̆͒̅4̬̹̾̄2͔̹͛͜ ̼̆͜4̛̠͇̱2̛̠͎ ̢̏̊͠4͔̯͔̈́̾̇2̗̀?̩̩͎͋

( Well...what do I do with it now? )

[42-forty-two-42]

4̛͖̆̓2͔̤̋ ̺̒4̭̝͍̈́̋̑2̧̝͍̏̀, 4͎̄͊̒2͇̘͆̾.̲͕̹̍̊

( Good job, longneck. )

// idk why I felt like making this //

you fucking bastard i was doing a playthrough i was doing so GOOD BUT I FORGOT TO LOCK THE DOOR SO YOUR ASS CASUALLY WALTZED INTO THE APARTMENT I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN S RANK IF IT AIN'T FOR YOUR ASS

THE FAULT LIES WITH YOU ISHMAEL!!!! IT LIES WITH YOU!!! 😭😭😭😭

((/silly /j))

muehehehe😈

[42-hitchhiker]

Eh, I just felt like doing this thingy. Feels good to finally think or talk about 42 in my native language, so the new ideas can come up.

[submarineforest]

- respect the classics #NowPlaying #cassette #gunsnroses #appetitefordestruction #TimsTape #ireallyfuckingmissmybrother #FortyTwos (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpEhZklj5rL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jam-mystery]

Just an unexpected BW art I made.

[42-forty-two-42]

As they say, "there's always a bigger fish". But Robertsky is yet to know that the doppelganger wasn't pursuing him to hunt down and feed on his flesh. Although it could. After all, the doppel seemed to be attracted by the scent of flesh and blood. So it was hungry.

It probably wouldn't have been hard for the doppelganger to keep up with Robertsky, but suddenly it stopped at the "leftovers", generated a more "Roman-like" face, kneeled down and started gnawing on it even more viciously than Robertsky did before. But it was periodically looking at the man, like it was hoping he would stop running so it could...talk to him after it's done? Why would a doppelganger want that?

As Robertsky was gnawing on the human head, some figure appeared in the distance. Only a silhouette was recognizable and it looked like...Roman? What would his nextdoor neighbor be doing around here at that time? Unless...it wasn't him...

( me just desperately trying to interact with anything/one as @42-forty-two-42 )

@42-forty-two-42

[42-forty-two-42]

*Kiss cheek, throw rose at it, run away*

Of course, 42 never expected something like this to happen, so it didn't have enough time to react. Anon was already fleeing and 42 felt the rose on its cheek.

4̳̽̊̚2͔͂̅̕?͍̪̈̌

(What?)

It looked down at a flower.

4̳̼̒̆͊2̞̜͖̈́̂̄.̤̿̿.͍͑.̫̀4̡̘̋̊̈́͜2̲̲̅̈́͌?͇̼̋̈́ ͖̮̓̆͘4̙̌̾2͔͙̼̑̄?̮͋

(A...a rose? Why?)

While 42 was thinking about something, another Anon approached it. Sensing someone else, 42 raised its head.

"You're so pretty, 42!" - Anon exclaimed and then smooched its flat face without any warning. 42 was still startled. What is going on? It wasn't impersonating this...Francis or something, so 42 didn't understand why humans were reacting to it like that. It couldn't help but extend its claws and grab the Anon. They could also hear faint growls.

4̡̝͙̋2̯̏͂̐ ̒̀̇ͅ4͓̀̉̅2̜̮̘͊ ̨̮̒̅4͎̏2̤͋̕͠ ͇̳̘̀4̗̓̊̅2̧̝͊̄͝ ̠̝̦͊4̛̯̦̄̉2͉̞̣͒ ̦̟̋̂4̡̠̣̓̉2̧̯̩͊̀ ̟̤͚͐̈̊4̛̥̘̈́͘2͓̟͕̈́̂ ͙̫͛̑4͚̏̎͝2̪͎̬̀̏ ̪̝͔̌̐4̈́͑̕͜2͍̲̏͆ ̛͖̠̃4̺͛2̭̈́̀.̞̈́

(You seem to have forgotten what you are dealing with.)

Anon's fate could've been decided if it wasn't @yut0ro getting near. "Hello, Mr.42, do I have the permission to give you a little smooch?" - they asked. 42 was still holding the previous Anon in its grasp. But it wasn't doing anything - neither saying anything, nor doing something with Anon. Suddenly 42 unclenched its claws, dropping the Anon.

4̻̫̋2͂̈́͜ ̧̣͖̐4̢̗́͗͛2̨̭͠ ͉͛4̭̐̉̿2͙́͑̽ ̛̺̎4̮̭̃2͍̋͊͑ ̢̛͒̚4̨̠̒̿2̳͎̍́͐ ̘͌4̥̮̤̎̿2̨̯̣̎̑ ̗̌́4̝́̃͝2̼̲̉ ̛͈̠͖́͐4͇͕̀̈́͘2̳͇̒̾ ̹̺̄͜4̧̥͎̌̾2͙̳̠̆́̽.͍͐͋̓

(This is the last time I will allow this.)

While the "smooch" was happening, 42 felt nothing in its head. Not even the urge to gnaw on these humans which was just here for a moment. It would've probably been the easiest prey 42 could've ever had. But it didn't seem to plan the attack anymore. At least for now.