#kid hickory

[necromatador]

Gotta love a good old "oh shit I want to completely change my life" realization/breakdown.

Ah Kid, you'll never have that normal life. Mostly because it'll drive you insane within a month from boredom. But you can still be better than you were, at least.

[kismets-barista]

Doodles of little Dolly and trolling Arthur (my and @quizzyy's HickDory kids- with a little @ohposhers flair to her pigtails 💜)

They are, as Dolly proclaims, Mortal Enemies for the first few months of Arthur's life. 💔

[queam]

Don’t call me, don’t come by my house

[lexezombie]

Just some Chaz and his child <3

Gotta comfort dad after u blast him with rough jazz ykno

[decidueyedreamerdetails]

🥊 Hickory?

Link to the ask game here! (Still open if anyone wants to send anything else in!)

🥊  - What does Hickory love to do? What do they hate to do? 

I’m going to put this under a cut because it got long. Apparently I’m incapable of talking about Hickory a Normal Amount LOL /lh

Hickory loves farming, it’s both their job and their biggest hobby! Being an Alpha, they’re stronger than the average Pokémon too, so they’re well suited for this type of work!

Surprisingly, they didn’t like farming at first - they very much saw being sent to help on their uncle’s farm as a punishment, and did as much as they could to be unhelpful as possible. However, they eventually came around to the idea of being helpful, and it turned out to be very effective anger management for them? A lot of it was physically demanding, helped tire them out and not have that energy to lose their temper, but also a lot of the plants needed to be handled with care - there were a lot of mishaps at first, but Hickory eventually learnt how to be gentle with them, even when frustrated, a skill they’ve managed to apply in other situations!

Eventually they grew to love farming, taking genuine interest and passion in it! They usually grow herbs, spices and seeds like their uncle before them, but they occasionally branch out and attempt to grow other crops to satisfy their curiosity!

Other people are the bane of their existence however; if they could live on their farm in isolation, they absolutely would.

As a child, their issues with others mainly arose due to their temper, often starting arguments and lashing out at them, driving the other kids off and leaving them alone. However, even in the rare times they were calm, they wouldn’t interact with the other kids anyways. They wouldn’t approach them, and wouldn’t talk to the other children if they approached Hickory - it seemed like they genuinely preferred to be on their own to the adults, although part of it was they were likely too nervous to engage with the other children.

They did have one friend though, their younger cousin Clancy! However, that friendship was short-lived, as Hickory eventually physically lashed out and injured their younger cousin. Understandably enough, Hickory’s aunt and uncle did not want them around Clancy anymore, and refused to talk to Hickory’s parents too. As an adult, Hickory regrets what they did to their cousin and does want to apologise, but they have no way of getting in touch with him, and they don’t believe that he would appreciate them reaching out anyways.

They have grown to be a lot calmer as an adult, and know how to just walk away if someone is genuinely frustrating them, but people still remain a struggle for them - mainly due to their social anxiety that was masked by their anger issues as a child.

Despite many’s first impressions of Hickory being ‘scary’ (they are almost 9 feet tall, and very strong from farm work) they are actually quite timid, finding it almost impossible to start conversations, and struggling to hold them… This has led to them finding selling their crops to be their hardest part of their job, especially now their uncle has retired, and they can’t just let him deal with other people. Most of their regulars are merchants who are used to Hickory’s timidness and eccentricities, but also know their crops are good quality!

Unfortunately though, they don’t have any friends - Hickory doesn’t leave the farm often enough to make friends. However they do aim to visit their uncle once every month, making sure their crops will survive the couple of days they’re absent! They enjoy catching up with each other, although their uncle does worry about how much his nibling seems to isolate themself.

[gatsby-system-folks]

What was I doing? Oh, nothing, just discovering my new favorite animal (other than raccoons or course)

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do NOT open that link if you're not a die-hard, impossible to scare bug fan. I love bugs and that thing gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Oh and when you're done admiring the hammerhead worm, check out the hickory horned devil/regal moth!! And a link to the caterpillar itself.

Same trigger warning these things look fucked up.

[facexclaimxcafe]

Open - Family Room Example of a mid-sized classic open concept medium tone wood floor family room design with a corner tv and white walls

[ohposhers]

OK SO @gyrosleftshoe WAS TALKING ABOUT HICKORY AND JD HAVING A KID AND I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT SO I HAD TO DRAW FANART IF THEY HADN'T LOST THE EGG LOLOL TY GYRO FOR THE BRAIN ROT

[bunnytvrhymes]

Hickory Dickory Dock | nursery rhymes | kids songs | baby songs | Bunny tv

[groysinjapan]

Bathroom (Kansas City)

[necromatador]

Surprise I was working on Kid's already! Glad some of y'all voted for him or else this'd have been awkward. I'll get to Kesk, the actual poll winner, shortly.

(he's got different answers/reactions if he's actually in his 'I'm obviously just a normal citizen and in no way a Wanted Outlaw' persona maybe I'll draw those too)

[kismets-barista]

HEEHEE Dolly now has a voice claim,,, it's Tilly from Big City Greens!

Also since I'm here, fun facts about Dolly!

🌟 @quizzyy and I decided to give her the same tail malformation we gave Hickory, which is just a tail that hangs like a country troll's but doesn't work too well for them. She LOVES it though, and puts little butterfly clips and fake pearls on it/lets Poppy decorate it and brushes it a lot

🌟Yodels, and is learning German. (John Dory is as well, but Dolly picked it up faster than he did so she can run her mouth in TWO languages.

🌟Something tells me she's a plaid girlie. Mostly skirts with a lot of frilly shirts, and a bandana or little cowboy hat to match Hickory. She hates the goggles but likes to steal and hide them to mess with Dory.

🌟LOVES Poppy and will do anything with her. Scrapbooking? Yes. Singing? Yes. Cooking? Yes, but she gets to have a handful of sugar. Just one. If she won't listen to her dads, or her uncles, she'll listen to Poppy. Poppy also teaches her a lot about using her hair since she keeps it pulled back and it needs to be tighter/in a scrunchie to concentrate and use it. (There's a post out there about Poppy being disabled and I am SO here for it,,, if I can find it I'll link it!)

Aaaaand that's about it for now. But Dolly Nation rise up 👊🤠👊

(Sorry to tag you twice in one day but pspsps @ohposhers >:]) 💜🌟🫧

[chloeeruby]

Bathroom Kids in Dallas

[tezzbot]

Do you guys think if I draw the scenes in my head enough the fic will write itself? What if I keep trying anyway?

I'm imagining little Branch seeing Hickory as like the kid that's ever so slightly older than you that you find just so cool even if in reality he is also just also a little nerd LOL

Had a lot of fun redesigning little Hickory and a younger Dickory for these hehe<3

[daddyricsdoll]

hey! could you write “If your parents weren’t here you’d be on your hands and knees.” for fernando maybe? 😁

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My eyes glance to Fernando. His gaze unchanging from me. I didn’t know what kind of glint was in his eyes, but I had to look away before it turned into something rather ravenous than tamed. And this place being one we couldn’t act out in. All of my family crowded together in this hall, as the children ran around and the elders conversed. Fernando not really fitting into any of the groups, but instead followed me around with his hand holding my hip. Just until I had to disappear, leaving him sat at a table with husbands complaining about their wives. Ignoring every word because he couldn’t focus on a single thing except me. Alluding me to think something was wrong… or maybe right.

My body flushed every time I caught him staring at me. Fernando’s eyes a dark colour hickory, and it felt as if his stare created holes into me. Holes that he’ll take his time to fill.

Fernando stayed in my mind, even as I spoke to my mother, helped with food and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Just wondering what it would’ve been like if Fernando was standing behind me. Running his hands along my body and making me forget.

Maybe I hoped he followed me into the bathroom, wearing a dress short enough that he could flick it up to fill me up and then put it back down when we both had to make an escape.

Finally escaping my thoughts I tried to distract myself with the younger kids. Nearly melting when they shone their smiles at me and willingly jumped into my arms. Allowing me to hold them tightly, and imagine my own. The burn of Fernando’s eyes was threatening my back, and I just knew I couldn’t act normal. Bending down in such a dangerously risky way when I placed the child back on the ground. Letting Fernando see what he missed, and want it more.

Once I slowly stood up, I started striding my way to Fernando. A smirk curling on my lips at his clenched fists. Taking a seat right beside him.

“You ok?” I ask, acting completely oblivious as I hold his fists in one of my hands.

“Fuck, mi amor, if your parents weren’t here you’d be on your hands and knees as I fuck my kids into you.”

[oliviawebsite]

hey you gotta try this new weed strain its called "above-ground pool". one hit will make you feel a profound sense of ennui and self imposed isolation born of neglectful individualism and the suburban news-watcher's irrational fear of the other, holed up in little-duchys guarded and sealed like living masoleums. you have so many prizes and trinkets but no community to lean on. you have convinced yourself this is normal and okay. your kids all moved to different states and no longer speak to you. it also gives you a gnarly hickory ham sunburn