#piotrek

[cerherhex-exe]

hug your local Stranger now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[squ1rrel-punk]

*is stobotnik week*

my drawing motivation: but what if darkwood?

anyways take the found family that exists in my heart. piotrek, musician, their weird adoptive dad and their wolf dad who got dragged into this and is totally not happy about it

@foxgirl87 sorry your husband isn’t here. imagine him dying in a glue trap out of frame (affectionate)

[itsmelloww]

I've been laughing at this for a good minute now

[sketchygabz]

A lil wip featuring many of the locals of the darkwood!

Was messing around with Matron’s voice hc and some of the lines fit the fam too well so I had to throw them in ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧

[sasasartblog]

hands you two middla age gays that I adore

[badolmen]

The Welder: I’ve only known Piotrek for three days

The Welder: but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this forest and then myself.

[wiwiwline]

day 4, Radio, PIOTREK

[jacketandrichard]

Welder Journal: A way out

10/4/1987

It took us weeks but we finally got enough fuel and food after trading and savaging our asses of. The rocket is ready to go. I convinced Piotrek to make a separate shuttle on top of the rocket so that we at least have a chance of surviving. He agreed but it needs to have a window so that he can see space. I was happy to oblige.

The shuttle has some old tractor seats mounted to the floor so we can actually sit during take-off. It also has a parachute we made of any fabric and rags we could find. Hopefully it stops us from plummeting to the earth.

If you find this journal somewhere in the forest you know that we have failed.

We did it!

Lift-off was a bit rough but we survived. I could see that the warehouse was on fire and remember thinking “o well, we’re not going to need it anymore anyway”. I looked over at Piotrek, I’ve never seen him smile and laugh this much.

Piotrek got quiet when we reached the highest point far above the tree tops. In the few seconds we were up there I could see the look in his face an artist has when they finish a masterpiece. He was proud of himself. The view from the window was breath-taking. Whether this succeeded or not, that made it all worth it.

The shuttle landed in a field close to a nearby village. I jumped out pulling Piotrek with me. I danced for the first time in twenty years, tears were streaming down my face and I hugged Piotrek in celebration. We made our way to the village hoping to get a word out about the situation and start again.

23/6/1993

Found this journal again during clean-up of the shop. Made me all nostalgic and wanting to write again.

We were met with a warm welcome in the village and told everyone what was happening in the forest. A relief effort was set up to rescue everyone trapped inside.

Piotrek and I stayed in the village and Piotrek eventually started his own mechanic shop. I help him from time to time but I’ve become too old for any heavy lifting. I mostly spend my days feeding birds and keeping Piotrek company in his shop.

We’re doing good, the village helped us get on our feet and we will forever be grateful for that.