Empty Pot, Empty Heart

[an ask/RP sideblog for Warly] [OC friendly] [I accept just about anyone so don’t worry] [run by kitsunegdx] M!A: None [Event: Nope]

[shipwrecked-chef]

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[shipwrecked-chef]

Alright I died for awhile.

Might be back I got another Warly kick

[marotteart]

the horors

[probablyatrashcan]

@kitsunegdx

[shipwrecked-chef]

HOW WE DOING DONT STARVE COMMUNITY! THAT WICKER REFRESH HUH?!

[shipwrecked-chef]

💧💧 you ever wonder if, someone on earth is waiting for you?

The thoughts from before still on his mind, he continued at his task. Pupilless eyes fully averted from the void of voices, there could be one? Maybe? The strokes with his makeshift knife becoming ever more shaky as he finally registered what possible consequences he would come back to. His knuckles got paler with his grip growing stronger, what could become of those he’d known?

Those kids that would come visit and make the tree filled area filled with laughter as they made sand castles they came to build? possibly could be alive as time rolls around. Remembering him? Unlikely.

Those frequent customers he would see to his shop? Probably long forgot about him.

Neighbors and fellow shop owners? Probably remembered but didn't care to think of him much.

Distant cousins? Hopefully they would still be around. Maybe some family still talk of him...

His mama? ... That hurt the most to think of. She probably was the only one who was waiting for him. And even if it was true that she awaited him- it hurt so much.

His jaw clenched and he brushed off the remaining scraps, going over to the table and starting to chop. He knew a few of the voices from the void were in his head- maybe some were physical? He glanced at the cutlass on his hip then shook his head, trying to shove these emotions down- if he just ignored them- these... Unnecessary compulsions and feelings will just go. He knows they will, right?

[shipwrecked-chef]

💧time still passes on earth, even while you're in the constant. does your maman have anyone else to help her? does she even know how to get it? or did you leave her alone, rocking in that chair forever more?

Warly looks down at his hands then back towards where the voices come from, the void which he looks into, ever endless and possibly the last thing he or his mamam ever saw, his dear mère probably all alone there, starting off into space with no one to make her last moments good enough. He could only hope for someone else to be there. Unlikely for it to be their distant neighbors but some little hope that someone from there cared enough to visit. A small hope? Please?

He didn't respond at all, trying to focus on properly skinning the carrots and potatoes. His jaw tightened for a moment as his thoughts continued to bubble.

[shipwrecked-chef]

[looks into inbox] Finally have enough tears to give warly depression! LES FUCKIN GOOOOO

[thestralmemesandstarters-blog]

For every 💧 my muse gets they’ll get sadder and sadder until they break

[for-pete-sake-memes]

💀 Reblog if your muse is deadly

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Send 💰 for your muse to steal something from my muse

Bonus: Specify what they’re stealing

[shipwrecked-chef]

“Why do I have the sudden feeling to punch a man?”

[testing-trial-survival]

continued from x with @shipwrecked-chef

Wes backed up, stepping on the cloak as it dragged under his heel. He snapped his teeth, trying to scare off what he thought to be a hallucination. “I’m not afraid of your hallucinations, get out of here!” He growled, jabbing the spear forward threateningly. It didn’t look like his previous hallucinations… Well, save for that one weird encounter with his middle school math teacher after eating some bad mushrooms.

But that’s besides the point! Whatever this was, he was not going to fall for its tricks!

[shipwrecked-chef]

Warly frowns for a moment and slightly bends down to try and seem nonthreatening. He puts the towel on the floor between them and backs away by a few feet. “Now now- If I am a hallucination. How is the towel real?”

He had no idea how he got here but now was just worried

[testing-trial-survival]

Warly stands there awkwardly with a towel, “Quieres?” 

Wilson had just finished killing the gray thing that had done this, before nearly jumping out of his skin with a vile snarl. He pointed the now bloodied spear at the stranger, panting as he tried to keep his aggression clear.

[shipwrecked-chef]

Warly looks down at Wilson, “Is… that a no on the towel, mon ami?” He starts to pull it away, not seeming that threatened by the aggression

[shipwrecked-chef]

(@sentient78) 💃 let their height difference be really awkward

Warly perked up from his place against the wall but away from the chocolate fountain. He knows what was bound to happen but he would be damned if he ruined this outfit. “Oh! I would love to.” He slightly hesitated before taking WX’s hand. They definitely were a helluva lot smaller but he would be damned if he would reject a dance from a friend.

[shipwrecked-chef]

@sentient78

[shipwrecked-chef]

(@sentient78) 💃 let their height difference be really awkward

Warly perked up from his place against the wall but away from the chocolate fountain. He knows what was bound to happen but he would be damned if he ruined this outfit. “Oh! I would love to.” He slightly hesitated before taking WX’s hand. They definitely were a helluva lot smaller but he would be damned if he would reject a dance from a friend.

[constantwinterball]

send 💃to offer my muse to dance with yours!

[shipwrecked-chef]

Warly just came to the event to have some fun and now is just watching everything go to shit. Better to stay in the corner. Just observe.