[ Indie Ask & RP blog for Wolfgang and Wickerbottom from Don't Starve. Semi-selective, OC friendly, currently accepting all dares to eat rocks for the low price of free. M!A: none... yet. ]
Triumphant Wes custom figure commission for an Etsy customer!
I made a quick mold of his face and cast a new one in polymer clay, they’re interchnageable by way of magnets ( eyes are tiny magnets as well to accomodate the lil plastic and resin shades )
The tips of his ears now burning pink, he smiled sheepishly. “Is nasty habit.” This was only partially true; he’d certainly gotten back into the habit of not really cooking anything more complex than roasting singular ingredients on a stick over a fire. The most complex thing he’d prepared in a crockpot in the last few months before Warly’s return had been meatballs and jam.
Kind of pathetic, now that he thought about it.
His thoughts were swiftly interrupted by Warly flinging his arms around him, and he nearly fell over once more from sheer surprise; it took him a moment to reciprocate, hugging him a little too tightly for comfort. He only released his grip when Pepper scrambled over Warly’s shoulder to get a peek at him. “Is tiny fish keety!”
[ Blease, Give Us Warly in 9D.. we need the good boy wearing that terrible smile, ]
i dont feel like super proud of this one but it’s done and i think im getting better at drawing just overall also im super tired. flann i love u but he can’t be scary
Warly had first been introduced to the more tropical isles of the Constant, and had gotten his initial bearings there. To him the mainland felt safer in terms of its flora and fauna, but the cycle of its seasons was crueler by far.
Even so, autumn in the birchnut forests was always a beautiful sight. They were truly trees that Warly could appreciate, with bright plumage and bearing useful fruit. Birchnuts weren’t something he would ever eat on their own, but they made a wonderful snack in the form of makeshift trail mix, and a good garnish besides.
And he was happy. For once, he felt lighthearted as he puttered around the small camp he had constructed. He had eaten the dragonpie Wolfgang left the next morning; he knew how quickly they could spoil. It was delightful, like most of the pastries Wolfgang made. The filling was excellent, and the thought of Wolfgang carrying on baking in their separation brought a smile to his face.
When Wolfgang crashed in, he interrupted Warly’s silly singing and gave him a huge fright. Sudden noises and movements always did that to him, and a large man created a large noise. He whirled around, one hand on his chest and the other groping for something he could use as a weapon. All he came up with was a carved wooden spoon. Thankfully, he realized who it was and there was no need to be on the offensive.
“Wolfgang!” He rushed over to help him up, even if it wasn’t necessary. “Are you alright? Did you- I,” He broke off, not able to articulate all the things he wanted to say at once.
Wolfgang’s only response, at first, was to push himself up and spit out a rock--ptooey!--as well as a couple of tooth fragments. He’d never get those back now! He wasn’t even making a halfway decent impression; what kind of dingus barges into someone’s camp unannounced, falls on their face, and then nearly swallows a rock?
Then again, Wolfgang had never been that great at making subtle entrances. If anything, this was to be expected.
It took him a moment to sit fully upright and brush dirt and loose grass off his face, finally looking up at Warly with his cheeks burning red. “...Wolfgang can explain?”
It had been three days since Wolfgang had left the pie.
He must have spent hours putting it together, if not the entire day trying to get it right; still, even with all his hard work, the pie was not perfect. It was edible, sure--heck, when he had sampled the filling, it became clear this was one of his better fillings. It was more the fact that it didn't really look that pretty; he'd always had a bad habit of accidentally tearing holes in his crust, and nearly ripping the lattices of dough on top of the pie when he was stretching them out. It wasn't like he meant to do it; he was simply too strong to properly handle pie dough.
Either way, it was a pie, and it was finished, and it tasted pretty darn good, so who really cared if he had to pinch the dough back together in a few places? Even Warly had never been that critical of his dough working skills.
He'd been a bit disappointed when he'd found Warly's camp, only to find that the chef was not even there; had he brought enough food to last him a couple of days, he might very well have stayed at the camp overnight waiting for Warly to return.
Still, he was only leaving a pie and some salt, and he wasn't about to take food from Warly's fridge without permission, so he had simply deposited the gift in Warly's icebox, along with his note, and left without a second thought.
It wasn't until he had gotten back to his own camp as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon that he remembered he had forgotten to sign the note he'd left.
Oops.
So here he was, making his way through the wilderness in the pleasant autumn air, fully intent on making a proper introduction. (Was it even an introduction? They'd been friends for a good long while, even if they'd both been absent for a length of time.)
Re-introduction it was. Wolfgang had never been that technical, anyway.
Currently, he was trudging through a birch nut forest, having to step around and over shrubs, rocks, and tree roots. He was constantly having to watch his feet so he wouldn't accidentally trip over something, potentially ruining the pierogis he had in his backpack. It was the last thing he wanted at this point; he'd worked so hard on them, it would be a shame to have all his hard work go to waste because he wasn't watching where he was going.
Even so, he had to look up every now and then to make sure he was walking in the right direction, instead of into a tree like he'd almost done a couple of times in the last hour. When he could hear faint singing from a small distance, though, he finally tore his gaze away from the ground to quicken his pace.
And then right as he came crashing through the underbrush, his foot caught on a tree root, and he fell on his face, right into Warly's camp.
sorry you guys, i normally don’t repost things nsfw, but the quality of this piece was phenomenal. the color choice, the pose, the silky texture of the skin. i could feel this piece, you guys. this is what modern art is
Wolfgang heard Warly has finally returned from whence he came and has left a dragon pie, as well as a very small pouch of what appears to be salt. Attached is a note that reads, "Chef man needs salt!"
Warly read and re-read the note upon receiving it. For several moments it refused to click; ‘Chef man needs salt’? Whose antics were these? Who did he know who spoke like that? His memory refused to cooperate until he looked down at the dragonpie and saw the crust’s latticework. The strips of crust on top looked to have been arranged as delicately as possible, but had still needed to be pinched back into shape where they were tugged apart. Only one person he knew pulled their crust apart like that when they baked, and it was because he was simply too strong.
Warly put a hand to his forehead and blinked away the tears that hit him unbidden. He laughed, wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, and laughed again. Wolfgang, he kept thinking, Wolfgang.
[ I figured two years was a long enough hiatus; I’m picking up inspiration for this blog again and honestly, you can all blame @chefwarly for that.
I don’t know whether to call this a promo or not. Honestly, it’s just a post I’m making to let you know I’ve dragged myself from the perpetual depths of retirement to throw my favorite librarian and her poor confused strongman friend back into a world full of chaos, suffering, and more magic than Wolfgang would care to deal with. It’ll be full of action, thrills, a bit of romance, and a lot of failed attempts to eat an entire rock on a dare.
Anyway, movie pitch aside, the ask and submit boxes are open once again, and we’ll be ready to answer your questions when it’s not one in the morning. (Of course, when this posts, it will hopefully be at a more decent hour of the day!)
Hope you guys have a great night--or day, depending on where you live. I’ll make sure to post an actual, official promo sometime in the next couple of days, one that’s shiny and pretty and actually reblog-worthy. ]
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