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((I have a handful of DS oneshots written on AO3, if anyone is interested.))

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A bunch of DS stuff, playing with how I draw them

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reblog this if you’re a don’t starve ask/rp blog

we’re just 6 hungry fellows just lookin for some food and warmth from the cold winter

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Send ☘ for a compliment from my muse

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💋4 -gentiemanscientist

What a gentleman. Wes is clearly happy about this.

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Send 💋+ a number to kiss my Muse!

On the nose.

On the cheek.

On the forehead.

On the hand.

On the neck.

On the nape of the neck.

On the shoulder.

On the chest.

On the stomach.

On the knee.

On the ankle.

On the ear.

On the jawline.

On the collarbone.

On the lips.

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How close have you gotten to dying, other than from the aforementioned Beefalo

Close to dying? Hah! I’ve died more times than I can count. Sometimes in…less than graceful ways.

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gentiemanscientist:

Wilson smiled, grabbing on to a branch before scrambling up towards the tree trunk. He had never really climbed trees in his youth- had preferred sitting in the shade of them to read- and he was starting to regret his life choices when he reached the top.

The view was outstanding. He could see the strange, dark ocean creeping out onto the horizon, the forest, and beyond it, the quarry they had entered from. Wilson scrambled to update their map with the new information, not even looking up when he heard a snap.

The branch cracked in the middle, the part he was standing on pitching downwards. Wilson yelled, abandoning the map to cling to the only thing keeping him from a twenty foot drop.

Wes's eyes flew open, his hands automatically covering his mouth as Wilson's branch broke underneath him, leaving the poor scientist to cling to the tree trunk. They should have seen this coming, honestly, and he doubted now that either of them wanted Wilson to come out of this with even a temporarily broken arm or leg- or worse.

Wes backed up, eyeing the tree nervously. It had to have been... more than ten years since he'd really climbed a tree this size. Health had put a stop to that kind of thing when he was a teen. Still, there wasn't any better options available to them.

The mime took a running start, jumping at the tree and pushing himself up with sheer momentum until he was able to grab the lowest branch and swing himself up. It was a complicated path trying to find the quickest way to the top where Wilson was hanging, and not halfway up his chest was already burning. He did what he could to ignore the unpleasant feeling until he just managed to clear the last of the distance, wrapping one arm around the scientist tightly and pulling him towards the stable footing Wes had found, his other arm securely around the trunk. Wes's eyes were squeezed shut and most of his weight on the tree, breathing heavy for several minutes as he tried to calm down.

Where do we go from here? (mime-prince)

“Erm…”

Wilson checked his map, then tried turning it upside-down. They had passed none of the familiar landmarks marked on the crudely-made map. The map quickly returned to Wilson’s backpack, and he gave a sheepish shrug.

“I’m…not quite sure. Perhaps it would be best to try and retrace our steps?”

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The island seems pretty depressing, but is there anything about it you like?

Of course! It wouldn’t be much of a home if I couldn’t find something to like about it.

Spring is very nice, even with the rain. Many of the friendly animals are adorable. I know Wilson is very fond of Chester, and we all love him. I enjoy Glommer’s company when it is around, since it was the first companion I made when I came here.

The other survivors probably make it the most bearable. Wilson is... a very nice man, and he’s saved me many times. Wigfrid is also a wonderful friend. Some of them I even knew before this- I hadn’t thought I would ever see Wolfgang again after we last parted. I even enjoy Maxwell’s company.

Being cut off from society has some other benefits, too.

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gentiemanscientist:

Wilson sighed, leaning back against a tree in frustration before pausing. The tree was sturdy and tall, with many branches roughly seven feet up. The scientist braced himself against the tree, testing his own strength for a moment, before waving Wes over.

“Wes, I need you to hold me up. If I can climb to the top of this tree, I can see more of the land, and hopefully find our camp.

Wes walked over at Wilson's gesture, looking up into the branches of the tree incredulously. It would be ridiculously easy to fall and break something from up there, if one of the limbs broke... but of course, that was all temporary here, wasn't it? And though Wes wasn't strong enough to lift most of the survivors, Wilson was small enough that it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Wes shrugged before smiling and nodding in agreement. He cupped his hands together and knelt down so Wilson could find his footing, before standing and lifting the scientist up. With how tall Wes was, the branches were quickly within reach.

Where do we go from here? (mime-prince)

“Erm…”

Wilson checked his map, then tried turning it upside-down. They had passed none of the familiar landmarks marked on the crudely-made map. The map quickly returned to Wilson’s backpack, and he gave a sheepish shrug.

“I’m…not quite sure. Perhaps it would be best to try and retrace our steps?”

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Wes glanced over Wilson's shoulder as he looked over the map, brows furrowed slightly as he tried to decipher it. Neither of them were very good cartographers, that much was certain.

Going back could be a good idea, though... Wes walked in place for a moment, before drawing a circle with his hand. If they had been going around like that, then even trying to retrace their steps wouldn't help much with them being lost.

Of course, he didn't have much better ideas. When night fell there was the chance they could build a fire for the others to see, but until then it didn't seem wise to waste those resources.

Where do we go from here? (mime-prince)

“Erm…”

Wilson checked his map, then tried turning it upside-down. They had passed none of the familiar landmarks marked on the crudely-made map. The map quickly returned to Wilson’s backpack, and he gave a sheepish shrug.

“I’m…not quite sure. Perhaps it would be best to try and retrace our steps?”

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜