Argos the Crossing Guard
Summary: Argos likes trying different jobs, but one he really wants isn't available.
Warnings: Implied murder
Notes: I was drawing and oops made a story, too. I might write down some notes, just pointing out the little details of the drawing.
Perma tag: @arctrooper69
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“It just looks so fun,” Argos lamented, as he and Mr. Plant walked through the small town. He continued, “Imagine – I could get complete control over a whole corner of the street! All the kids would wave to me, I’d get to see everyone going about their lives, getting groceries, going to their jobs, and… and it would be so much fun!”
Mr. Plant, as always, stayed silent.
“I know…” Argos said. “They don’t need any more. It’s just…” He glanced back at the crossing guard, who was smiling and waving to someone on a bike.
“Never mind.”
Mr. Plant didn’t sleep much that night. There was too much to do. The next morning, when Argos came over to watch T.V. with him, Mr. Plant encouraged him to call the Department of Transportation and see, one last time, if they needed any crossing guards.
“Okay,” Argos agreed. “After we watch our show.”
Mr. Plant’s phone rang half an hour after Argos had left.
“I got it!” He yelled. “I got the job! They didn’t even need me to do an interview! I start tomorrow, at the corner we passed on our walk the other day.”
As Argos kept talking, Mr. Plant just smiled and turned his eyes back to the T.V. It was showing a story about a missing person.
“... Last seen on their way home from work,” Said the news anchor, “Still wearing their uniform consisting of a bright yellow vest with reflective stripes and dark pants. If you know anything, please come forward.”
It was such a shame that they had to disappear. They took so long to dismantle and hide. Mr. Plant had not gotten any sleep.
But Argos was happy. So it was worth it.
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For me, the most absurd part of twomp’s lore is that the main character doesn’t have a real first name, it’s literally just m r p l a n t
WHY?
( Ik twomp was never meant to be serious but LMAO)
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hot solarpunk take ive been thinking about off and on all day
i don't like joey santore/the crime pays botany doesn't guy.
i don't hate him. i just absolutely cannot sit through more than 5 minutes of his videos without getting fuckin dizzy.
also i know he's not the head of the 'if you don't know the latin names of everything in your garden if not your neighborhood if not your state then you're a hashtag fake native plant enthusiast' train but he's like lowkey the face of it for me so i get frustrated just hearing about the guy
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Here we have the special trees.
Right next to the mundane, boring trees.
*no such thing, this is a joke!*
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I’ve been wanting to redo the cover art for First Instar for some time now, and I finally let myself. Hopefully it scans visually as a high rise office. Rambling under the cut.
If you’re interested in The Anatomy of Melancholy, the most recent chapter’s always pinned on my blog, and a table of contents link is at the top of it. All likes and reblogs welcome. (Extensive CWs for horror esp. body horror, drug use, insects, and miles of characters with grey-to-scalding karma including the MC. I try to label CWs as thoroughly as possible at the beginning of each chapter: do heed them. There’s two DDW chapters in First Instar, and I mean that warning very strongly, especially as I illustrate these things from time to time. This fic is not suitable for minors or the squeamish.)
I didn’t break up AoM by Instar until about halfway through Second Instar. Lexington & Concord was supposed to be a placeholder until I thought of something better. Location wordplay’s going to be the common tie for all five Instars, I think, and I like this subtle change a lot.
I really liked the original 2019 cover when I did it, but I didn’t think it was all too representative of the fic itself. Too, it’s the first book of the pentalogy: it’s deserving of something a little more intense than what I had, now that I’m more capable of putting it together. That, and I really needed to include the visual detail that he’s a wheelchair user. For being one myself, I sure don’t draw them as often as I’d like.
I’d never really been happy calling the DDW chapters “Rexford Press” because it suggests ‘Choly ends up with a printing press in Goodneighbor, and at this point I seriously doubt it. The Rexton Nova’s his typewriter, owing to his Naked Lunch roots.
I promise I’ll do a revision pass soon and add footnotes and author’s notes to the first two Instars. Thanks for sticking with me almost five years now!
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