we can do anything with science

Indie Wilson P. Higgsbury, of Don't Starve/DST. Rebooted November 2019. Please read rules before interacting.

[sightkeeper]

Sweeney Todd is on Netflix which means super handy Wilson refs ❤️(also an excuse to watch it many times over)

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

“A good holiday tree is the only kind of tree that doesn’t deserve to be firewood,” she replied, as though it was a more normal compliment than it was. “I don’t mean to brag…but I am in the process of installing carpet. Maybe then the place will look more tied together.”

It was…a long process, given that the only places she could find carpet to use were guarded by clockworks, and her cats kept scratching at what she’d already put down.

After almost crashing into him a second time for another stop, Willow gasped at the offer. “Oh no! Whatever shall I do? How improper!” She laughed. “I was actually planning to ask the same, so thanks for offering and sparing my dignity. I’m…exhausted.” Her smile pursed with embarrassment, but returned seeing walls over the horizon. “Is that it?”

Wilson shrugged noncommittally; there were plenty of other things one could use wood for, but he supposed building a fire was valid.

“My floors are all wooden - I do hope you don’t mind.” The floors in his old cabin had been much the same; too many times before he’d gotten a nasty static shock from trudging across thick fields of carpeting. He hoped she wouldn’t set his nice new floorboards aflame.

He felt his cheeks coloring at her remark, and stammered a response, eyes fixated on the forest floor. “Ah! Well - I only meant that - never mind.”

But Wilson soon brightened up as he too caught sight of his base’s walls, seemingly forgetting all about his earlier embarrassment. “Yes!” He beamed, turning towards her as he continued walking, so that now he was moving backwards (he knew this area well enough by now). “We should arrive in no more than five minutes. And there is a comfortable straw roll waiting for you, don’t worry!” Although, Wilson reflected as he peered down at his rumbling stomach, it might be a good idea to stop by the crockpots before retiring to bed for the night.

[navigadget]

HEY Y'ALL LISTEN TO THIS IS SLAPS

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

“I bet you’ve had a lot of time to decorate it. I’m excited to see!” And maaaaybe she was buttering him up a little bit. Wilson probably needed the encouragement, and the prospect of staying the night was seeming more and more likely.

“The shanty isn’t really impressive. It’s warm, but hardly keeps cool in the summer. Interior design isn’t my strongsuit, anyway.” Maybe she could try making wallpaper. Was that something you could just make?

“Fifteen minutes…?” There’s a noticeable disappointment in her tone that Willow quickly buried with the clearing of her throat. “Oh, sure, that’s nothing. I could go on plenty longer.” Don’t complain about how tired you are, or that your shoulder is throbbing. Don’t make him feel bad.

To this, Wilson smiled shyly. “I’m not so much the decorating type, I fear, although I do have a Winter’s Feast tree.” He at least attempted to keep his base in some semblance of order, although more often than not he found himself tossing items out of chests after forgetting exactly where he put that one thing he needed.

“Nor mine. My cabin back home was a bit of a mess, too.” He wondered what had happened to that place, in his absence. Perhaps it had been demolished. Wilson paused a moment to lament the probable loss of his manuscripts. 

“Oh dear -” He gestured towards the swiftly setting sun, bands of purple and orange streaking across the sky. “You may end up having to stay the night. I do hope that’s alright.” Wilson gulped, seemingly realizing for the first time that she was a woman, and might not feel so comfortable sharing a campsite alone in the wilderness with a man. 

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

“It’s not that they don’t stick around! Of course I have made some good friends, and we’ll pool resources when we need to, but we’ve each built up our own places. My little shanty is only really big enough for me.” And maybe one other if she DID get close enough to someone for them to move in.

Embarrassingly, until she died or got used to the missing limb, she might need to move in somewhere herself.

Another little laugh. “I guess you’re right, I just haven’t seen many so enthusiastic about manners. Not that the people are mean, more casual. It’s nice to meet you, too.” More walking. She’s so tired, though Willow doesn’t want to admit yet. Maybe she’ll have to crash at Wilson’s place tonight. “How much longer?”

“I see.” Wilson wondered why, then, he’d never seen anyone else here before. Perhaps he’d been too caught up in science - and simply surviving - to notice the signs. He shrugged.

“I don’t have a shanty yet, but I do have quite a well-furnished camp, if I do say so myself.” He wasn’t exactly the bragging type, so that wasn’t his intention at all; however, he was proud of his handiwork, and his chest might have puffed slightly at the idea of showing it to someone else.

He’d become so used to walking long distances that he hadn’t realized Willow might be tired. Especially with that injury. “Not far! My apologies, I know it’s been a bit of a walk, but...” He rubbed nervously at the back of his head, purposely averting his gaze. “Do you think you could hang on for another fifteen minutes?”

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((I guess you could say Gorge Wilson is... Gorgeous))

[hyena-prince]

Wanted to draw Wilson in his gorge skin

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Please do NOT claim, trace, or repost/redistribute to other websites

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen plenty others.” Except she paused, realizing that probably isn’t the most reassuring thing to hear. “But, ah, we’re spread a bit thin. A big island and such. I wouldn’t feel too bad about being the first you’ve seen.” Willow would’ve wrung her hands if she had the other. “Quite nice people, or at least, tolerable. I guess nobody gets far being an isolationist, right?” That initial confidence that came with meeting new people was gone.

Her gait’s a little slower than his. She’s a little distracted. A little fatigued. Whenever she fell far enough behind, however, she’d be quick to trot right back up to him.

Of course, this is what led to her accidentally colliding into him from the back. Willow stumbled and corrected herself just in time for the hasty introduction. “Ah! Willow. That’s a, um, pretty fancy name.” It was her turn to behave sheepish, flashing an awkward grin as she shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, but I wouldn’t worry so much about major formalities. I’m not as much of a lady as I may look.”

“... I see.” The revelation that there was, indeed, a small population of other humans on the island came as a small shock. Wilson was not what could be described as a “people person,” not by any means, but there was something to be said for companionship. He was surprised he’d never run into anyone else before, especially since, statistically speaking, grouping up would mean a greater chance of survival.

“Do they never stick around?”

He’d noticed her lagging behind, during their journey; while he tended to walk rather briskly himself, he took care to slow his pace slightly for her. 

“A family name, I’m afraid.” He shrugged, waving it off with a hand. “I may not be the biggest fan of humanity at large, but that does not mean I cannot be polite. It is very nice to meet you, Miss Willow.”

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

She snorted and tried to hide it with a fake cough. Yes, tell her all about your animal kill count, it’ll definitely look good.

Willow resisted the opportunity to tease any further when he actually went and chopped down the tree. “Thank you,” she muttered, standing awkwardly a few feet away. It was embarrassing to need help for usually simple tags, and she felt like her first impression was fizzling.

At least she could gather the wood up.

“I’d like that. This’ll last tonight and tomorrow, but I’d still love the back up. It’s always cool seeing others’ camps.”

If Wilson’s cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment at her laugh (even with his certain brand of awkwardness, he could see through that fake cough), he made no comment. He only nodded his head at her thanks, and almost offered to help her gather the wood, before realizing that she could handle that task by herself.

“Of course - wait, you mean there are others here?” He’d seen no indication that other survivors were trapped within this strange dimension. Had they too been tricked by Maxwell, creating portals in the pursuit of forbidden knowledge?

Shaking off these thoughts, Wilson collected his things, sliding the strap of his backpack over his shoulders and making sure Chester’s eyebone was safely tucked inside. It was true that his base wasn’t situated too far away, and before long they were on the cobblestoned road that he recognized as leading back towards the grasslands, and his base. He could even see part of his berry bush farm, beginning to take shape in the distance.

He couldn’t help but be nervous. She was being quite trusting; after all, she didn’t even truly know who he was - 

Wilson skidded to a halt in the middle of the pathway, only narrowly avoiding tripping over his own feet in the process. It had been rather a long time since he’d met another living person, so much so that he seemed to have forgotten how to introduce himself to a stranger.

“Oh! How rude of me - Wilson Percival Higgsbury, at your service, Miss..?” With a small smile, Wilson held out his hand in hopes the mysterious woman would shake it, letting his backpack slouch to the ground beside Chester. In the middle of the woods.

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Willowson!

Send Me a Ship in my Inbox and I’ll Grade It || Accepting || @the-wanderer-willow

A+: OTP

((I love Willowson so much, it’s such a good ship! They’re perfect for each other))

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charlson? (charlie / wilson)

Send Me a Ship in my Inbox and I’ll Grade It || Accepting

B: It’s really cute!

((I’ve read a few fics and seen some fanart for them, and I think Charlson is a cute ship!))

[misssakurapetal30]

Send Me A Ship In My Inbox And I’ll Grade It

A+: OTP A: I love it B: It’s really cute C: Not a bad ship D: I’m neutral on it E: I don’t really like it F: NOTP N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

[urbanqhoul]

Have some avoid hunger~

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

“Aw, what a happy little buddy.” Her kitties never got so excited about being pet!

She offered a funny look, that quickly turned into a laugh the way he reacted to his own serial killer quip. He was kinda dorky, wasn’t he? “You don’t exactly look like you have it in you to kill a rabbit, let alone a beautiful girl,” she joked.

Willow stopped petting a moment to look at her lighter. She still wanted to burn it, but not with others so close by. “Maybe both? If you don’t mind? I don’t think I’ve ever hated a piece of wood more than this stupid tree. I could’ve had it down ten minutes ago if I was up to speed.” The quicker she had fuel, the quicker she could go back to bed.

“Well, I - In fact - I’ll have you know that...!” Perhaps realizing that admitting to the killings of dozens of innocent fluffy-tailed little woodland creatures was not exactly helping his case, Wilson let his protests die in his throat.

“C-Certainly.” The blush coloring his face had deepened to near-crimson, but he sheepishly took out his axe and advanced toward the tree anyway. Her previous efforts, combined with a couple quick swings, had it quickly felled, and in a handful more moments Wilson had the tree neatly hacked into several manageable pieces. He wiped sweat from his forehead as he stood up, wincing as his back cracked.

“Um, if you need more, perhaps you should come with me to my base? It isn’t overly far from here.”

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((Does anyone here have DST? I need friends))

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the-wanderer-willow‌:

The second she has his permission, Willow nearly fell over herself in the snow to lavish the little monster in love and pets. “I got a pair of kittykits at home. Their coats are all grown out, too, and they’re so soft…Like bitey, little clouds.”

She finally takes a moment to take in the stranger after an eternity. “Lucky I saw you now…Bet you saw all that with the tree. I was just going to burn it.” Willow sighed. “Don’t…please don’t bring up the arm. It’s a new development for me, and I just want some firewood.”

So close to the holiday, nothing has been more demoralizing than the missing limb and all resulting fatigue. How much has she slept since she lost it? And all Willow wants to do is collapse back into bed.

He couldn’t help but smile. Chester was panting happily at the attention, rolling over onto his back with his stubby little legs waving in the air; if the beast had had a tail, Wilson was certain it would be wagging furiously.

His mouth snapped shut, about to bring up the arm. Wilson did have a couple essential medical skills, after all, and he thought perhaps it might be best if he had a look at the wound to check for infection - but, against his better judgement, he held his tongue. 

“Er... right. If it’s firewood you’re after, I do have extra back at my camp. I suppose it would be easier for you to come and collect it? I... I promise I’m not a serial killer.” Exactly the sort of thing a serial killer would say, Wilson realized too late, and blushed. 

“Or I could simply chop down this troublesome tree for you, Miss.”

[bileshroom]

anyway heres a wilson