@mao-likes-2-draw, here's your present for the @h2g2-gift-exchange :))) I had sooooooo so so so so much fun doing this that I was doing it for 2 months! 😭
Mao's prompt that I picked out of the three was:
"It would fun to see the scene of Zaphod crashing the party and whisking away Trillian, and then the subsequent shenanigans of her finding out that Zaphod is an alien and such."
Sooo,I was extremely excited about this wonderful, wonderful prompt, so much so as to go and make an over ambitious plan as follows:
Make a flipbook with
1. A pre-introductory scene showing where the party takes place
2. Inside the party before any of our main characters arrive
3. Trillian's iconic arrival at the party dressed as a doll
4. Arthur's arrival at the party stuggling to make it at all
5. Arthur spotting Trillian
6. Them having a little chat
7. Zaphod arriving at the venue in the meantime
8. Zaphod doing usual crazy-fun-zaphod stuff inside the bar
9. Zaph spotting Trills
10. Zaph telling her he's an alien
11. Them walking towards the spaceship
12. Trills pulling up a pair of white mice and convincing Zaph to take them along
13. Them climbing the spaceship ladder
14. The spaceship leaves
This post is for the pre-introductory scene (lmk if you want it in high quality, for some reason tumblr has made it a lil blurry)
___the big green leaf on the front of Turnmills is the Paul Wood leaf, a native of Islington___
“I don’t care,” said Arthur coldly. “We’ve met, haven’t we, Zaphod
Beeblebrox—or should I say … Phil?”
“What!” shouted Ford.
“You’ll have to remind me,” said Zaphod. “I’ve a terrible memory for
species.”
“It was at a party,” pursued Arthur.
“Yeah, well, I doubt that,” said Zaphod.
“Cool it, will you, Arthur!” demanded Ford.
Arthur would not be deterred. “A party six months ago. On Earth …
England …”
Zaphod shook his head with a tight-lipped smile.
“London,” insisted Arthur, “Islington.”
“Oh,” said Zaphod with a guilty start, “that party.”
This wasn’t fair on Ford at all. He looked backward and forward between
Arthur and Zaphod. “What?” he said to Zaphod. “You don’t mean to say
you’ve been on that miserable little planet as well, do you?”
“No, of course not,” said Zaphod breezily. “Well, I may have just
dropped in briefly, you know, on my way somewhere …”
I will post the subsequent scenes in the subsequent days (I love love love your art, and it inspired me to go learn character design, so that's what I'm doing now, and I'm redrawing some of my characters better) and I'll compile them in a flipbook too ^_^
Hope you like this and wish you a very very very happy new year!!!💗(I'm glad I was able to make it before the end of January *phew!*🫠, and really sorry to keep you waiting for so long)
I'm aware that there are still quite a few people without gifts, normally around this time of year I would start taking on prompts myself to make sure everything gets fulfilled before February, however I really don't think I can do that this year due to a lot of shoulder pain I've been experiencing on my drawing side. I am still doing my best to coordinate pinch-hitters, but I can't personally promise that everyone will get a gift this year. Really sorry.
Hehehe, another @h2g2-gift-exchange gift for @t0nn1x !!!
Wellll, got a bit carried away with it, but my idea off your prompt of Trill solo adventure and her trip to a space mall going not as planned needed more than 1 art piece ... so I went with a comic that was Draw The First Thing That Comes To Mind. So here it is. Good fun. Plus I've wanted to have an excuse to draw Killer Trill . Awesome. You didn't specify designs so just went with mine since those can be drawn quick :-3
The art of photography was not on my side today but I'm blaming the lighting and the sketchbook not lying flat 😒
Transcript under the cut in case some might not be legible... (pfft edit its a long post so its ignoring the cut anyway apparently)
Eddie: Mister Beeblebrox has left a message for ya!!
Trill: Has he...
Zaph's note: "Trill, Going to The Greatest Bar Here. Join me if you like. Or go explore, this is a pretty wild place. Take this Zap gun, for the wildness. Hope you won't need to use it. Love & Kisses, Zaphod"
T: (Looks pretty heavy duty...)
T: (A mall... Could be fun, actually.)
T: (Ooo, more jackets like mine...)
T: Still don't get the point of these.
Shop guy: You can't buy that.
T: Erm. Why?
S: We're closed.
T: But the shop is open. Other people are here.
S: Yeah, but there's been a sudden Moth infestation, you see. ((Wow the H on moth got cut off in the picture great))
T: Oh, right. Don't want the moths to eat the clothes.
S: It's more the customers they are interested in.
T: HOLY ZARQUON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T: OK, Moths. Move aside, or there will be some serious extermination!
Moths: SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
T: Looks like I needed something heavy duty after all!
T: Zark it all!!!!
T: This is not the time... For DOOR PUZZLES! It's like it knew I hate making decisions... (SCRARRRRRRRRR!!!) Nothing fuels a decision better than a pack of hungry Moths.
Okay! @chaotic-cheese-blog Hello again! This is the final version of your @h2g2-gift-exchange. I finished it yesterday, but didn't get around to posting it until today.
I absolutely adore Infini's design, by the way, I think they are gorgeous.
I'm not fully done with the (I call em squares) square yet, I've got to seal the bottom so it doesn't fray, then cut the back so it's flat, then burn some bits so it isn't going to fray from those bits.
I managed to almost not finish this in time for the deadline, but here's my gift for @rimanne for the Hitchhiker's Guide gift exchange!! She requested Zaphod Beeblebrox, and so I tried my best to draw him as I envision him while reading (more on the design under the read more)
Thanks so much to @h2g2-gift-exchange for organizing this lovely event!! :D
Click here to watch me ramble on inspo for this doodle and his design lol
- he's blonde, of course, I can't picture him as anything else really
- in my mind's eye he always had the world's (well, the galaxy's) most disheveled mullet, with straight hair and bangs he probably cuts himself
- yes, he has racoon tails in his hair. It just fits him
- I picture him always wearing some makeup, like sometimes he'll go full glam-rock vibes, but other times he just has eyeshadow and eyeliner. I know he doesn't leave his room without an emergency mascara in his pocket
- I've always imagined his clothes as the worst possible colors ever, but somehow he makes it work
- idk how much it's noticeable in the drawing (sorry for bad picture quality), but I did give him heterochromia. I just think it's neat (he has eyes which are two different shades of blue)
- I tried to make the heads asymmetrical but still matching in style. There's not much of a difference of opinion between them, but I think they'd have fun trying slightly different things. One head has a necklace, the other a choker. One has an eyebrow piercing, the other an eyebrow slit and snake bites, etc...
and here’s one for @potato-lord-but-not !! c’mere and get your @h2g2-gift-exchange gift
I was visited by the ghost of polyship and it told me to draw Fenforthur, OR ELSE!!
Peace and love on planet Earth is out of question, yet somehow they make it work. good for them <з
My guess is, Ford brought them to a neighboring star system to see someone who closely, but not quite, resembles one that was known on Earth as Santa Claus, except for this one gives exactly 10 thousand ponies and puppies to the kids yearly and owns exactly 0 elves.
@kajiklikesdoodles happy holidays! here's my gift to you for the @h2g2-gift-exchange ! the film may be my least favorite adaptation, but arthur's little costume from the party is very endearing to me.
My @h2g2-gift-exchange for @yorkshirearthurdent , Agrajag meeting the others! I Hope you enjoy these panels, I had a lot of fun figuring out his design =)
My @h2g2-gift-exchange secret santa gift for @volcanicflowers !!!!!! When I tell you I squealed whenever I found out I was gonna get to draw your men I am NOT exaggerating !!!!
Also here’s a bonus normal forthur, forthur smooch, and stupid Arthur :)))) I hope you love em!!!
Happy gift exchange to @brunetteconfection!!! And thank you so much to the admin behind @H2G2-Gift-Exchange for putting together such a lovely event!
@brunetteconfection’s main prompt was a map of the H2G2 Universe with key locations from the first book! When I tell you I was absolutely delighted to receive this prompt!!! I love illustrating things like this, and wanted to make it as in-universe as possible! I apologise if there are any mistakes or incorrect details. The franchise has one hell of a lot of lore!
I spent quite a bit of time adding all the little references and details I could!!! They were all so much fun... my personal fave was the Small Furry Creature from Alpha Centauri. Evolution's greatest creation.
Anyway, I really hope that this is the sort of thing you were expecting!!! This was an absolute joy to draw, seriously, what a fantastic prompt! Thanks so much again to the admin for hosting such a great event. This was such a lovely excuse to draw some more Hitchhikers world-building!!!
Please let me know if you want it in high quality! The file is absolutely huge, however, of course Tumblr butchered the quality!
Happy Christmas!! For the @h2g2-gift-exchange I was given the lovely @jjay-mess, I hope you like your gift fic! It was very fun to write pre-canon Arthur :)
One Odd Night
It was one of those days again. Or, to be accurate, one of those nights. A tall, odd, ginger-haired man had gotten himself kicked out of the pub again. Too many drinks, too many odd comments to patrons, too many arguments with the bartender. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at this particular pub either, as the man made a habit of coming there when he was at his worst. It was a small wonder why he hadn’t been banned yet, though this could be chalked up to one thing: the field. There was a field out behind the pub, the kind of picturesque clearing with soft grass and patches of colorful wildflowers that seemed almost ethereal under moonlight, nearly perfect.
And then you’d see the lanky drunkard shambling around in it and remember where you were.
The man was not banned because, while he was rowdy and could have a short fuse, he paid his tab eventually and was a source of entertainment out in that field. Sometimes he’d dance with ghosts, or sing with words no one could decipher. He might yell at the sky about issues everyone said the alcohol had convinced him of, being abandoned on an “alien planet”, and other times he pulled out some doohickey from his bag and waved it around furiously. These charades could go for hours. Generally, people would be willing to put up with the off-putting person in order to see what he’d do this time. Unfortunately, this time was a rare night void of the usual tomfoolery. This time was one where he’d seemed to have gotten too drunk even to shout. This time, the man had simply sat down in the field and stayed there. Staring.
And worse than that, something about the fact that this was all he was doing was driving patrons away. Even the bartender couldn’t deny the odd, ineffable feeling he got when he looked out to the field. There was a solution, however; a few times the man came in, he’d brought someone along with him- a man, not fairly young but not particularly old either, generally tired-looking and with enough sense to pay the tab and take his friend home before it could get ugly. He’d lent his number at one point, “just in case.”
It was this friend, dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, barely into clothes (though somehow still in his bathrobe over it all), that came to stand behind him. He stared with an exasperated concern at the bottle beside the man.
“...-Ix.” The man, Ford to his very, very few friends, whipped his head around faster than someone could snap it, eyes wide as saucers. “What did you call me…?” he muttered, somewhere between ecstatic and horrified. His friend, Arthur to any who cared, flinched but otherwise managed to hold his ground. He was more accustomed to oddness than most, especially Ford’s oddness. He half-thought it was the alcohol, though that fact that he hadn’t slurred even a syllable made it suspect, much like the rest of him. “I didn’t call you anything,” Arthur stated rather calmly, “I was told you had six bottles of their hardest liquor. Even with your alcohol tolerance, that’s excessive.”
Ford blinked, more than usual, the look of false recognition fading into cold awareness. “...Oh. Yes. I did.” He hoped Arthur would just leave after he resumed staring at the sky, but Arthur didn’t. “...Well?” he instead prompted, not quite happy but not entirely annoyed. “Don’t you have anything more to say?” He stood waiting. “No.” When the man failed to say anything more, he drew his bathrobe around himself and sat, waiting. Arthur could be very stubborn when it came to. It was a trait that Ford both admired and hated, and he dealt with the conflicted feelings by silently daring stars to fall. It would be more interesting than most of this planet, anyway- “You should know if you’re not planning on coming with me, I’m staying here. I don’t want you- …Hurting yourself, or something.”
“You’re nuts, then…” Ford muttered. He drew his knees up to rest his head on them, but it didn’t matter anyway because he was craning his neck to watch the sky again a minute later. “What do you look for up there, anyway?” Oh. Right. Arthur was still here, studying the other man’s face as if it were a painting. Not that he seemed to know the amount of attention he was really paying. Ford sighed, long and low, the sound of homesickness finally breaking down a wall.
“…A way home…”
Arthur was suddenly hit with a feeling of distance so palpable it almost knocked h im over. It felt like he should shout, or cry, or curl under a rock just to get away. But he didn’t. All it really did was make him sympathetic, curious. Ford had mentioned he was from Guildford once, but he hadn’t heard much else about. Perhaps he used to go stargazing? He decided he should ask, considering he never really saw Ford this… Quiet. Tired. “Where is your home, anyway…? I believe you mentioned Guildford at one point but-”
“Betelgeuse Five. Out there… Somewhere…” Arthur was interrupted with what sounded like a daft answer and a finger pointing up, up, out to the stars. He had to suppress a chuckle as he watched his friend’s face, instead toying with the tie on his bathrobe. “Er… Where, exactly? never was one for astronomy.” Never was one for heart-to-hearts, either, but he tried. Ford sighed again, probably picking up on his awkwardness, and scootched closer, close enough to grab Arthur’s head by the sides and guide his eyeline. “Over there, next to the Kasterborous cluster. It’s- …Well, normally it would be right in the middle of that Smindus constellation, but- …But…” The faltering was the worst bit for Arthur. The way he seemed to choke up, haltingly take his hands away. Ford didn’t just do that. Ford never stammered. “…You can’t really see it. Too far away, t-the light wouldn’t reach.”
Now Arthur knew it couldn’t be the alcohol. It certainly hadn’t helped, but as he turned his head he saw emotions writ through the odd man’s face as he looked up, so genuine it left no doubt. Oddly enough, it frightened Arthur, more than he thought, more than he could admit. “…Could you- Erm- What-” God, he was bad at this. But he couldn’t stand that look. “…Tell me about it? Y-Your home? I-I mean, er, if you want- I don’t want to-”
His words sort of turned to mush as soon as he asked, embarrament quick to set in, but Ford- in the way only he could decipher Arthur’s nervous mumblings- only smiled. Not his signature, I’ll-wear-your-skin smile that put a room slightly on edge, but a proper, timid, soft smile. “…You’d be the first to even care on this planet.” Arthur managed a blink. The combination of feelings in his head were playing a wrestling match and it was terribly distracting. “That’s a way to put it-” Ford shushed him before staring up again.
“Technically, I’m not from Betelgeuse Five, though my birth planet was in the same system, but that one blew up before I could remember anything. Doesn’t matter anyway, because- according to my pop and Beebz- there wasn’t much there to begin with. Not like B-ive, anyway. You monkeymen would have a ball. Half the planet’s city and the other half untouched wilderness.”
“How does that-” Arthur got smacked on the shoulder.
“I’m getting to that! Geez… Anyway, apparently that’s just how the population worked out. The other half wasn’t habitable for one reason or another for our ancestors, so they stuck to the bit they knew and cared about. fast forward a few hundred-million years, there’s still a soft boundary even though we’ve learned there’s nothing actually there that’s dangerous- but also nothing that interests land developers either. Beebz and I, we would sneak over there plenty of times though. Nothing quite like jeffel-sledging down petchlo cliffs- And climbing the yetinga trees- Oh, or the field of sarlain blooms! Now those were special, technically a gift from the Jewel of Seven Systems but no one remembers when or how they got there-”
“What about the city side?” Arthur was again smack on the shoulder for interrupting, but Ford hesitated before speaking this time. The smile that had so quickly grown from the description of nature was beginning to sour. Arthur wondered if he’d said something wrong.
“…No, you’re fine,” Ford suddenly said, reading his expression and thoughts better than Arthur knew he could- but then again he’d never been good at sublety- “It’s just that- Well, first thought of the city is school, and school was… Not the best.” Arthur had to chuckle at that. “Don’t think school is ever the best.” He could vividly remember every swirly he got, and wondered what kind of torture the bullies on this Betelgeuse Five could’ve come up with. Finally, Ford looked homeward again.
“Terfon City had its wonders too, don’t get me wrong- it wasn’t called the Centre of Stars for nothing. We had the biggest and best night shows this side of the Fredge Nebula. Saw a few around… My twenty-third birthday? Zaph was starting to get a name for himself and got me in for free. There were parks and- er- what you would probably think of as a sort of cinema, and things. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested, I just- …It gets to be a bit fuzzy. Between pop dying of shame and not learning my name-” He could see Arthur about to object and clamped a hand over his mouth before he could ask the obvious questions- “Don’t even ask, I couldn’t explain in human words anyway. School wasn’t the best. The nicknames were annoying. Beebz got me my first towel for my birthday though, that was sweet. Got me thinking about hitchhiking…”
The field fell silent once again, leaving reverie and confused wonder. Reverie for Ford, feeling the wind blow through the Graftols in his mind, and confused wonder for Arthur, who despite common sense was inclined to believe what anyone else would’ve called mad ravings, because- Because- …Well, he wasn’t quite sure why the because. Maybe it was the earnestness in which his friend had said it. Maybe it was the fact that this friend was the only one who always listened and believed him. Or perhaps it was the feeling in the back of Arthur’s head he could never quite name that he only got around Ford, odd and confusing and something he tried to ignore in hopes that it would go away.
(It would not. He could forget it was there, but if he were honest with himself it seemed too stubborn to notice when it was not wanted.)
“Mmmf mhm hmf mm.” Ford felt his hand vibrating and realized it was still over Arthur's mouth. He took it down. “Thank you,” his friend said primly. “I said, It sounds like you miss it greatly.” Ford huffed, a good-natured thing, before answering. “I do. …I’m surprised you believe me,” he added after a moment. Arthur seemed confused for a moment, but then the stubborn feeling flushed his cheeks hard. He did believe him. Idiot. Why did he believe him? “I- W-Well I-I believe it’s the- …The alcohol talking! Yes. That’s it,” he sputtered out, hopelessly fussing with the bathrobe. Ford only laughed it off. He was always like that, an annoying voice said in the back of Arthur’s head. Too forgiving. “I assume you’re about to drag me home, then?”
Arthur stood bolt upright at the chance. “Yes. Now, if you mind- I think the parking meter may have expired.” (It had not, but it would by the time he got there, and with a ticket to boot.) “Alright, alright,” muttered Ford as he got up, with no help from the still-flustered Arthur. The ride was quiet, but not unfriendly. Ford was grateful for his friend's unwavering loyalty, even if he was prone to embarrassment. Arthur was simply grateful, though for what he wasn’t sure and was- if he were to be honest- too scared to really find out. There had been many such moments like that since Ford had shown up in his life. It was… Annoying. But he could never find the nerve to push him away. Not when he looked like that. Not when he looked at him like that.
It could take Arthur a while to finally sort himself out. But Ford won’t falter by his side. Friends (or perhaps more?) are funny like that.
HALLO @luc1ferian !!!!!!! YOUR GIFT!!!!! For @h2g2-gift-exchange !!! Happy holidays ^o^ your zaphy and trill are so cutieous here I did a little combo of 2 of the prompts, was so much funsies :-3
