#pikmin 2

[qvarr]

The entire Pikmin Floral set, for now! I def want to go back and add Oatchi, Moss, etc, but gonna take a break working on this for now. So glad I got all the Pikmin done!

[kiwilittle]

They're so silly (they hate eachothers guts)

[gdcreeper]

If my boss emailed me in space while paying HIS debt saying my wife's cooking is mid as hell, I'd just crash the ship and kill myself

[retrograde-eyestrain]

idk if i posted this before but now's probably a good time

[kaasiand]

uh oh

[srijellyfishtempura]

[gaylittle-goober]

cw: loud

I should not have been given permission to edit these

[tmgstudios]

[fruityrats]

What if they slept inside of flowers..

[diesaur]

[qreyert]

they are girlfriends to me ❤️

[bajinns]

Hello lovely people I forgot I had a tumblr

[kiwilittle]

Cleaned them up :3

[momopatchi]

misc pikmin doodles from before 4 released..

[phantomrose96]

The timeline for Pikmin 2 is so funny because like, Olimar's been missing-presumed-dead for an entire month (rightfully so, considering how very dead Olimar should have been with the events in Pikmin 1) and he escapes by the skin of his teeth and beelines it back home with the desperate desire to see his wife and children who've probably been starring on Dateline: Hocotate every day for the last month to be grilled about their tragically missing father.

And instead. Instead. The absolute literal second Olimar's ship docks down, his fucking boss of all people comes running out of the woodwork and shakes him by the shoulders going "Terrible news Olimar your new coworker fucked up and now we're $10 million in debt! Go immediately back to that planet you escaped from and hunt its wildlife to extinction in order to collect enough valuable treasure to pay this off."

Like we're not even gonna let Olimar brush his teeth huh? Not gonna shove some antibiotics in him for the undiscovered foreign pathogens clinging to his suit? This man survived 30 days on 10 days of emergency rations and probably a few bulborbs once he got hungry enough to no longer care about the parasites. Not a hello? Not a 'you're alive'? Not a coffee?

What the hell does this even look like from the President's perspective? Your shipwrecked presumed dead employee whose life insurance policy paperwork is sitting on your desk shows back up out of the literal sky, down 20% of his bodyweight covered in superficial injuries smelling like gangrene and carrying himself with the haunted and (no, dare I say, passionate?) look in his eyes of someone who has learned to indiscriminately kill for the sake of survival.

And your first thought is "oh thank god my single competent employee isn't actually dead. I need to exploit him as soon as possible."

President's so fucking lucky Olimar is both a broken salaryman and also deranged enough to find wonder in the hostile world that so very wants to rip him to pieces. If I were Olimar I'd have killed President and Louie on the spot.

[citruscrisp]