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(( au where i colour these in properly some day. :U ))

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“Yeah.. Yeah!” Webber exclaimed, all starry-eyed, “If they can’t come to us, we’ll just have to go to them, huh?” He purses his hands together infront of his face happily.

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Webber gasps as he spotted a lump in the snow, a bit of a distance away. Shovel in hand, he bounds towards it, wondering what could lay there. He carefully dusts away the snow with his hand, he wouldnt want to accidently break something if it were only thinly  dusted with the white snow, as this mound appeared to be–

His heart lurches in his chest, is that a person?He gently pokes the person’s face to see if they’d come to, if they didn’t, he already had a plan in mind;Webber’d try his best to drag the person out from the cold, he had a small campfire set up a little down the trail, he’d seen documentaries on hypothermia, and hoped that this person he’d found wasn’t done for, and that a nice toasty roasty fire could help.

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(( Happy New Year’s, everyone! I hope 2015 treated you all as well as you deserve, and that 2016 is the best year since! Have a safe and happy celebration, all! ))

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It took him a minute, but he got it. Webber put two and two together, and figured out exactly what Wes' predicament was, that being, being stuck in a state of unliving, yet not dead.

He's quiet for a moment, a little awkward with what to say, before responding apologetically, "We're so sorry to hear about what happened to you." It was sincere, albeit Webber isn't the best with words.

"Uh, so. Are you a zombie, mister?"

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(( I just shot my dang diddly darn head off. ))

Well?

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Originally posted by p0k3d3x

Reblog with a gif of what Pokemon your muse would be

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I think its little late to say this..☞☜ Merry Christmas Everyone!!! U///U♥

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“Well” Webber fiddled with her hands nervously, “We last saw them... Very, very, really super, really very, very, super mega far away from here. A really long long way aways, you see. And I, um.” 

Webber didn’t really know what to say, and past that his attempts at conveying his parents most likely weren’t even on the island at all became muffled little murmurs. And then he was quiet.

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Webber gasps as he spotted a lump in the snow, a bit of a distance away. Shovel in hand, he bounds towards it, wondering what could lay there. He carefully dusts away the snow with his hand, he wouldnt want to accidently break something if it were only thinly  dusted with the white snow, as this mound appeared to be–

His heart lurches in his chest, is that a person?He gently pokes the person’s face to see if they’d come to, if they didn’t, he already had a plan in mind;Webber’d try his best to drag the person out from the cold, he had a small campfire set up a little down the trail, he’d seen documentaries on hypothermia, and hoped that this person he’d found wasn’t done for, and that a nice toasty roasty fire could help.

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“I was always told to stay still when i get lost.. But it’s been AGES, they probably don’t know where to look! Finding them sounds like a good idea!” Webber nodded approvingly at the idea, he really wanted to go home.

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Webber gasps as he spotted a lump in the snow, a bit of a distance away. Shovel in hand, he bounds towards it, wondering what could lay there. He carefully dusts away the snow with his hand, he wouldnt want to accidently break something if it were only thinly  dusted with the white snow, as this mound appeared to be–

His heart lurches in his chest, is that a person?He gently pokes the person’s face to see if they’d come to, if they didn’t, he already had a plan in mind;Webber’d try his best to drag the person out from the cold, he had a small campfire set up a little down the trail, he’d seen documentaries on hypothermia, and hoped that this person he’d found wasn’t done for, and that a nice toasty roasty fire could help.

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Cinnamon or Butterscotch?

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“Uh..” Webbers smile might’ve seemed to falter a little, but not for long, “Nope! Mum’s probably worried ill about us, though...” Webber quietly laughed ( in as human way as he could with an arachnid mouth) and shifted the weight on his feet a bit nervously. 

He was still under some self-imposed daydream of his parents looking for him and him probably having the chance at leaving for home soon, but there was something nagging at him saying otherwise, which was brushed off as just himself being a scaredy-cat. 

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Webber gasps as he spotted a lump in the snow, a bit of a distance away. Shovel in hand, he bounds towards it, wondering what could lay there. He carefully dusts away the snow with his hand, he wouldnt want to accidently break something if it were only thinly  dusted with the white snow, as this mound appeared to be–

His heart lurches in his chest, is that a person?He gently pokes the person’s face to see if they’d come to, if they didn’t, he already had a plan in mind;Webber’d try his best to drag the person out from the cold, he had a small campfire set up a little down the trail, he’d seen documentaries on hypothermia, and hoped that this person he’d found wasn’t done for, and that a nice toasty roasty fire could help.

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Webber was confuzzled, utterly confused at that question, what did Wes mean but “happened to you”? Webber was.. Fine! “Uh, pardon? We’re just fine-” But then it hit him, of course. Wes must’ve been referring to his.. Arachnid predicament that seemed to have struck him some time ago. 

Webber sheepishly cut himself short of his confusement, and began to spin some way to explain the... Impeccably odd occurence, indeed.

“Um, well, you see, I... Uhh.” Okay, this might be a bit hard to explain, to Webber, what happened just happened one day, and then life went on, he was never really made to feel any different, at least he never really noticed any change himself, after the incident, but explaining was never his trongest suit.

“Well, okay, one day I was out, and I was eaten by a spider-- But! It’s okay because I didn’t die, and now we live together like.. One?” It’ll always be hard to explain the symbiosis-like relationship between himself and his captor spider friend. 

“We’re Webber, and we don’t really see ourself as two people, so we don’t think it’s as bad as it sounds, but... Uh, yeah! That’s all. Yeah.” 

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Webber sticks his hand out in a friendly manner towards Hazel to try initiate a handshake, “We’re Webber, great to meet you, Miss Higgsbury! We think your name is really pretty, too.” He kinda blurted out the last bit in a typical loudmouthed manner accustomed to children his age.

"Woah... A bipedal spider?" Hazel approached the small boy curiously. -hazelhiggsbury

Webber had been out that day picking flowers, since his sanity tended to not fare so well, he would wind up doing this once every other day or so.

His pockets were stuffed with petals, and he wore a crown of handsome blue, pink, and gold. His eyes widened as he noticed he was being approached and his hands tightened around his pickaxe instinctively out of slight fear.

Oh. The approacher didn’t seem to be wanting to attack him, that’s good! Webber still was ready to run just in case, there was a path nearby for him to hightail on if needed. “Uh, hello, ma’am.” He tries his best to sound polite.

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What theme are you using?

this one here, amigo/amiga! ))

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sorry i kinda vanished, i’ll respond to my outlying threads tonight, sorry for sorta fading in and out, it’s been hard to keep this new rp muse, but i’m gonna stay determined and keep active in the future!! i hope! well, i mean, i’ll try!! and also, uh, hope! for double the determination!!! yeah! ))

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Webber shook Wilson’s hand enthusiastically. “Nice tuh meetcha, Mister Wilson! ‘Aint no problem at all! Glad to help out a chum.” 

Spiders... Are Webber’s friends! He couldn’t fathom as to why they’d be attacking Wilson. His smile falters just a little out of surprise from Wilson’s statement, how weird to hear that spiders, that’re so nice always to him, would be so aggressive towards Wilson. 

Maybe those spiders were just grumpy because they were hving a bad day...? Webber is sure they didn’t really mean to attack Wilson, in any case.

“Why would I wanna kill you? I just want to be friends!” Webber continues to beam at Wilson cheerily.

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Webber gasps as he spotted a lump in the snow, a bit of a distance away. Shovel in hand, he bounds towards it, wondering what could lay there. He carefully dusts away the snow with his hand, he wouldnt want to accidently break something if it were only thinly  dusted with the white snow, as this mound appeared to be–

His heart lurches in his chest, is that a person?He gently pokes the person’s face to see if they’d come to, if they didn’t, he already had a plan in mind;Webber’d try his best to drag the person out from the cold, he had a small campfire set up a little down the trail, he’d seen documentaries on hypothermia, and hoped that this person he’d found wasn’t done for, and that a nice toasty roasty fire could help.

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He listened to her list off all those people. Gee, that’s... Scary, that there’s those people out here, but he’d never met any, maybe, that Hazel was listing off. Maybe they were avoiding him? Not a lot of people like spiders, so he understood why people might.

“Ah.. No towns? That’s a right shame.” Well at least he didn’t have to keep kidding himself, he was lost, he knew that much. But how lost exactly was he, he thought to himself. “Um.” He has to think back. “It’s been a little while, I think... I can’t read a watch, so uh. I mean, not that I ever had one, neither! Just that I haven’t been able to keep the time. So I don’t... Really know.”

"Woah... A bipedal spider?" Hazel approached the small boy curiously. -hazelhiggsbury

Webber had been out that day picking flowers, since his sanity tended to not fare so well, he would wind up doing this once every other day or so.

His pockets were stuffed with petals, and he wore a crown of handsome blue, pink, and gold. His eyes widened as he noticed he was being approached and his hands tightened around his pickaxe instinctively out of slight fear.

Oh. The approacher didn’t seem to be wanting to attack him, that’s good! Webber still was ready to run just in case, there was a path nearby for him to hightail on if needed. “Uh, hello, ma’am.” He tries his best to sound polite.