Everyone's Favourite Fluff

Humanized Chester from Don't Starve Rp and Ask Blog Canon and OC friendly. 3 years Don't Starve RP experience.

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Fluffy boy!

Yes?

Yes.

That would be him. Perfect for cuddles on a cold fall night next to a lovely fire.

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honestly i don't actually use chester for anything other than pig skins and fireflies because i'm worried he'll get tired from carrying my junk

Chester can barely imagine what it would be like to have nothing to carry, he'd feel so... useless. He's not a fighter, or a medic, not even a good conversationalist so being a helping hand is his self assigned role.

What would he even do with himself if he didn't carry things? Just follow around survivors all day? Would they even want him around if he contributed nothing?! It wouldn't be a terrible thing not having to worry about inventory but, he likes feeling appreciated for his help.

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((Now I have to draw a ghost Chester skin

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summoning-flower:

“I do stay dead.” Abigail pinched the bridge of her nose. She’d gone over this with Maxwell a thousand times over, too. “I will always be dead, and that’s why I’m a ghost.” The misconception that ghosts weren’t dead would never make logical sense to her.

“Nobody who dies is truly gone. Ghosts like me can go between the world of the living and the once living freely, as long as we go back to recharge our energy. The catch is very few are aware enough to see us.” Her shoulders hunched up in a shrug, “Wendy was the only one who could see my ghostly form before we arrived on the island. Neither mother nor father could see me even if I were right in front of their eyes. It’s like we’re gone, but… we’re not.”

He thought that over for a few moments, it just... didn't sound right.

"I don't understand then. Dying for me is like... going to sleep. And then I wake up." It hurt no doubt, he hasn't thought of a way yet that he hasn't died. Freezing: Yes. Impaled on a spear: Done. Devoured by cave spiders: Quite a few times actually.

"Is it nice to be a ghost?"

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Ever kill anything?

What?! No! Goodness no!

Chester can’t even watch a survivor skin an animal to eat, he’s too kind hearted for that! He understands that’s how life works but he’d rather not look at the face of any creature before it’s served up on a plate.

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summoning-flower:

Abigail laughed, not expecting him to take that seriously. “I was kidding with you, Chester… but if you must know how it feels… I can speak from experience.”

She cleared her throat, looking away from Chester solemnly. “I was sick for most of my life, and almost every day was spent in bed, coughing up blood, watching my family praying for a miracle… I won’t lie, I was scared.” The ghost took a moment to take a deep breath before continuing. “My last memories were being in my father’s arms, hearing him sob as the doctors declared my limp body dead. It felt like the nurses had to pull him off of me and hold him back as I was covered with a sheet.”

Now she was making feeble attempts not to cry, for Chester’s sake, but failing miserably. “I could hear father mother and Wendy crying from behind the slammed door, and having to listen was the most painful experience I had ever endured… More than the illness that was eating me from the inside and killing me slowly, the most heart wrenching aspect of death is…seeing those you love in grief and pain over the loss of your life.”

“You’re... not gone though?” He could be frankly, tackless. Well meaning but very tackless. “I can still talk to you, and you can talk to me even though I’ve died a lot.” Could Abigail even be considered a ‘survivor’ existing as a ghost?

“I was just wondering, what it’s like to die and stay dead.” Chester’s small voice just above a whisper, he’s never really had anyone to talk about this with before.

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“I wonder… what death really feels like…”

[summoning-flower-deactivated202]

“It’s like being alive but backwards.”

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"Sounds... uncomfortable?" Being alive is awfully painful so he can't imagine what being backwards must feel like.

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Death is inevitable, no matter how you wish it gone. You will never wake, never move, never see another dawn. It can happen any time, any day, when you least expect. It will truly feel, seem, be such, that you are nothing more than an insect.

Empty.

Alone.

Dark.

Chester was a quiet man of few words but things like this always got him thinking. It must be somewhat comforting that survivors had an ‘end’. That at one point their pain would stop and they could slip into a void of nothingness away from their suffering. He’d seen so many die and never return, the ones that did through the island’s power or their own tenacity were never the same afterwards and it broke his heart every time. 

Maxwell told him once that he was as part of the island as much as the trees and the grass were. The trees would grow and die, be chopped down or burned but would always regrow again. A neverending cycle of life that he was caught in. The idea that it could end was something, he couldn’t fathom being a part of.

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“I wonder... what death really feels like...”

[therubberhose]

He can carry nine full stacks of rocks. You ain’t gonna get out of that hug, Warner.

Since I have a Chester rp blog, @chesters-trunk

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Rubberhose Chester!

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First Interactions Meme

SYMBOL STARTERS

Send ✗ for my muse to come to yours out of concern for a mutual friend Send ♧ for my muse to meet yours at a mutual friend’s birthday party Send ☺ for our muses to strike up a conversation on an airplane or boat Send ☂ for my muse to find yours injured and offer their assistance Send ☼ for our muses to meet when their pets take a liking to one another Send © for our muses to meet at work as colleagues for the first time Send ♔ for my muse to meet their new boss - who happens to be your muse! Send ♫ for my muse to meet yours in a bar Send ♤ for our muses to be assigned as partners for a mission Send ღ for my muse to offer yours a compliment as they pass eachother.

(Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ positions to be switched, where applicable)

SENTENCE STARTERS

“Hey! Hey you, I need your help!” “Have you seen my dog/cat/pet? Would it help if I showed you a picture?” “Oh, you know (other muse) too?” “It’s good to meet you. (Muse) never stops talking about you.” “Can I have your number?” “Uh, not to be rude, but we literally just met.” “Hey, is this person bothering you?” “Sorry to bother you, but are you okay?” “You look a little lost. Need help?” “Here, you can borrow my phone.”

[roleplayxgarden]

Send ❤ to learn something that my muse loves, or send ♡ to learn something they hate.

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carcass-eater:

“Just look wherever you can.. Its a string with stuff on it. Trinkets and stuff.” He said, flapping his wing as he jumped up to the lowest branch of the tree and looked around for his favorite belonging. The harpy hung the backpack on the end of a higher branched as he looked in the hollow of the old tree for the string. Little did he know, poor Chester had been sitting right in front of it the entire time, and it had been covered with the remains of tumbleweeds.

And Chester began to do just that, getting to his feet and starting to looking around obediently. A string with some trinkets tied to it, that couldn’t be too terrible to find, right? 

He was a lovely man, kind and sweet but sometimes not the most critically thinking. He looked in the rock piles and nearby dried bushes, even peeking inside burrows in the dry dirt but not in the pile he created of dry grass. 

It took roughly 20 minutes of fruitless searching before he ran out of nearby hiding places and begun to look in the piles of tumbleweed grass. Thinking to himself that he shouldn’t be wasteful and bring these back for kindling, his foot struck something in the mess making it clank loudly..  

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carcass-eater:

“Just look wherever you can.. Its a string with stuff on it. Trinkets and stuff.” He said, flapping his wing as he jumped up to the lowest branch of the tree and looked around for his favorite belonging. The harpy hung the backpack on the end of a higher branched as he looked in the hollow of the old tree for the string. Little did he know, poor Chester had been sitting right in front of it the entire time, and it had been covered with the remains of tumbleweeds.

A string with some trinkets tied to it. Okay. That couldn’t be too difficult to find. Chester stood and began to look around, focusing around the rocks and dry bushes where things were known to get caught in. He was a lovely and kind man but sometimes not the most critically thinking, foregoing to look under all the dry remains of the tumbleweeds initially. 

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He’s blushing so hard, his new colour is surprising but well received. Just as with the pink, his sugary smell is attracting all sorts of butterflies and friendly bees. It’s wonderful!

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carcass-eater:

Looking around his nest for the trinkets he’d collected himself, Kaukas kept a firm grip on the bag. He kept silent as he turned his next upside down in a search for his things. When he couldn’t find them in his nest, he began rifling through the contents of the bag. But nothing was familiar.

“If you want these back, help me find my collection..” He said reluctantly as she stepped back to get a different view of is nest. The ‘collection’ he mentioned was a long string with bones, rocks, and other things on it.

He could only nod and hope the things in his pack hadn’t been broken, being particularly fond of the little gnome he found this morning. Chester sat where he fell when his bag was snatched, looking up at the strange creature. He’d never met someone like this before, they said they weren’t a survivor so they were a local like him. Even if they did try to call him a thief, he felt some comradery towards them.

“How can I help?”

[automb]

THAT BLUE COTTON CANDY CHESTER THOUGH.

BECAUSE BLUE IS THE BEST FLAVOUR

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The blue cutie!