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A mandrake wes is on the loose!

#open #ic

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❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?

aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?

apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?

bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?

basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?

belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?

daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?

edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?

fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?

gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?

heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?

holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?

hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?

hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?

magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .

marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?

mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .

oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .

peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?

rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?

sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?

salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?

snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?

southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?

sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?

tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?

violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?

zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

thinking about my horror wes and I *spins *

iron-hearted

@silent-mimicry ; Forge

“INCOMING!” Bellows a voice from above and to the left, following a mighty crack. Not long after comes another survivor crashing through the trees- or through the branches, rather. She lands face-down in the grass below with a hefty thump.

She sticks up a gloved hand and gives a thumbs-up. “I’m good, I prommy,”

silent-mimicry

Forge watches as she crashes against the ground unceremoniously and he can't help but burst into laughter before helping Punk up. "What were you doin' up there?"

iron-hearted

Punk gets up slowly, and then cracks up. “I was seeing how high I can climb. And then like? The branch snapped underneath me, and I fell.” She explains, sticking her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. “What’re you doin?”

silent-mimicry

"Just gathering shit before winter. The usual for survivors around this time of year." Forge shrugs "You gonna get prepared soon or are ya good?"

slightly-gay-pogohammer

mime mime mime mime mime mime mime mime mime mime

also klei made a mistake when they made alternate timelines canons because i can do whatever i want now

#Is that a headcannon that wes has nightmare fuel in them because if so #same hat

iron-hearted

@silent-mimicry ; Forge

“INCOMING!” Bellows a voice from above and to the left, following a mighty crack. Not long after comes another survivor crashing through the trees- or through the branches, rather. She lands face-down in the grass below with a hefty thump.

She sticks up a gloved hand and gives a thumbs-up. “I’m good, I prommy,”

silent-mimicry

Forge watches as she crashes against the ground unceremoniously and he can't help but burst into laughter before helping Punk up. "What were you doin' up there?"

iron-hearted

Starter call for the dst verse 😳 like or rb for a starter

#punk meet forge challenge

forged-scales-cursed-furs

Walking through the constant, battered up from the most recent hound waves (they're worse than pit pigs!), Wrestle finds himself in a forest with some spiders here and there but mostly it's just dense forest. He's exhausted and is very close to just laying on the ground and resting. Or just collapsing, whichever comes first. @silent-mimicry

Meanwhile, another being was also making their way through those dame dense woods.

Wikitora trudged through the foliage, grumbling irritably. After clearing a copse of pines she paused her advance to shake off a spider that’d been gnawing on her lower leg before impaling the cretin on her spear. Though paltry quarry, their other offerings made them worthwhile targets. This fact changed neither her loathing nor ineffectiveness at accomplishing said task.

After shaking the arachnid corpse off her spear and collecting what she could from it she continued. She wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings as she walked, having decided to busy herself with wiping the spidery gunk from her scales and armor. As such, she was caught off-guard when she suddenly found herself knocking into something. She hissed in displeasure as she rubbed the sore spot on her snout, but was struck with silence when she looked up to see what exactly it was she’d bumped into.

While most people in her position would probably delight in happening across another person after wandering in the wilderness for who-knows how long, Wikitora was not most people. Reflexively she defensively held her spear up between herself and the unfamiliar Crocommander, immediately distrustful of him.

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silent-mimicry:

“Ya call me blind yet you walked right inta me too.” Wrestle rolls his eyes grabs the spear just below the pointy part and angles it away. Sure he was beat up and tired but not enough to not push a weapon off his chest. “I was just curious how ya made it out, you don’t needta point that at me.”

He’d taken note of her when she circled him. Real small build, old style of armor, and a spear. Scrawny to hell and back. Definitely not a fighter, they’d be dead in that environment. Or at least without the spear she’d be. Probably still got claws and teeth to maim like the rest of the crocks.

“Wasn’t sure if you were sent here after me or if ya got here some other way is all, what woth that portal bein’ fixed ‘n all.”

Wikitora snorted at the other Crocommander’s observation but didn’t respond otherwise. “Well perhaps you ‘need-ta’ keep to your own,” she grumbled as she lowered her spear. She then turned away, not seeing anything worthwhile to glean from this interaction, but was stopped in her tracks by the next words to come out of the stranger’s snout.

In an instant her hostility was forgotten, replaced by a strange mix of hope and fright. Completely disregarding the fact that she’d been threatening the bigger croc pretty much since she laid eyes on him she launched herself forward, her spear dropping to the ground, and clung onto him by his strange harness.

“’Portal’?” she asked feverishly. “Is the Battlemaster finally launching the invasion on the Throne?”

silent-mimicry

"Woahkay-- I see personal space idn't your thing." Wrestle ever so gently pries her off and sets her down. "We're not really trying t' get to the throne, no." He starts to set up a fire for the oncoming night.

"I'd be happy to share more details when the night isn't tryin'ta eat us. Cause I dunno about you, but I don't like bein' attacked by some night thing." He finally got the fire going as the sun fully set.

forged-scales-cursed-furs

Walking through the constant, battered up from the most recent hound waves (they're worse than pit pigs!), Wrestle finds himself in a forest with some spiders here and there but mostly it's just dense forest. He's exhausted and is very close to just laying on the ground and resting. Or just collapsing, whichever comes first. @silent-mimicry

Meanwhile, another being was also making their way through those dame dense woods.

Wikitora trudged through the foliage, grumbling irritably. After clearing a copse of pines she paused her advance to shake off a spider that’d been gnawing on her lower leg before impaling the cretin on her spear. Though paltry quarry, their other offerings made them worthwhile targets. This fact changed neither her loathing nor ineffectiveness at accomplishing said task.

After shaking the arachnid corpse off her spear and collecting what she could from it she continued. She wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings as she walked, having decided to busy herself with wiping the spidery gunk from her scales and armor. As such, she was caught off-guard when she suddenly found herself knocking into something. She hissed in displeasure as she rubbed the sore spot on her snout, but was struck with silence when she looked up to see what exactly it was she’d bumped into.

While most people in her position would probably delight in happening across another person after wandering in the wilderness for who-knows how long, Wikitora was not most people. Reflexively she defensively held her spear up between herself and the unfamiliar Crocommander, immediately distrustful of him.

silent-mimicry

The bump caused wrestle to stumble back into a bush–which wasn’t a pleasant feeling to step in given all the branches–and he nearly toppled over all together when a weapon was pointed right at him. All the weapons he had was his own claws and teeth, but they were lethal enough. Although, Wrestle did not want to engage in another fight after those hounds. He was weak and tired from it.

“ ‘ey– easy with that thing.” He sort of grumbles in some attempt to defuse the situation. “If I wanted to attack you’d be pretty injured by now, so I don’t wanna attack you.” It was a sort of shock that washed over him when he realized there was another crock in front of him. Such a small one too with a spear… It was enough to make him forget if he was mad or not. “I didn’t think other crocks made it this far. How’d you end up outside’a the forge?”

forged-scales-cursed-furs

With her spear still raised Wikitora circled the other Croc. She didn’t utter a word as she looked him over, her eyes unreadable and intense.

The first thing she noted was his build: though obviously much larger than herself, he was still noticeably smaller than the Crocs who fought in the arena - likely because his underbite weakened his jaw strength. She didn’t recognize him from her time as a smith, so she assumed he’d been stationed with the Life Flowers. His armor - a simple harness and shoulder pads - was pristine, indicating that he was likely freshly ejected from the Forge. The many abrasions across his body also lent to that observation.

“Perhaps you ought to have been paying more attention then,” Wikitora replied curtly as she came to a stop before the stranger. “A blind Snortoise could have snuck up on you with how careful you weren’t being.”

She stood her ground as she took her turn being looked over. Though her skin crawled under her scales at the scrutiny she maintained her staunch demeanor - that is, until he questioned her existing outside the Forge. Before she even knew what she was doing she thrust her spear at him, the tip pressed just barely into his chest. “A rather compromising inquiry to make before earning another’s trust,” she growled.

silent-mimicry

"Ya call me blind yet you walked right inta me too." Wrestle rolls his eyes grabs the spear just below the pointy part and angles it away. Sure he was beat up and tired but not enough to not push a weapon off his chest. "I was just curious how ya made it out, you don't needta point that at me."

He'd taken note of her when she circled him. Real small build, old style of armor, and a spear. Scrawny to hell and back. Definitely not a fighter, they'd be dead in that environment. Or at least without the spear she'd be. Probably still got claws and teeth to maim like the rest of the crocks.

"Wasn't sure if you were sent here after me or if ya got here some other way is all, what woth that portal bein' fixed 'n all."

[hc that Wrestle sounds like this]

Mun: I really like the crock 40 seconds in....... voice claim babeyyyy

#submission

forged-scales-cursed-furs

Walking through the constant, battered up from the most recent hound waves (they're worse than pit pigs!), Wrestle finds himself in a forest with some spiders here and there but mostly it's just dense forest. He's exhausted and is very close to just laying on the ground and resting. Or just collapsing, whichever comes first. @silent-mimicry

Meanwhile, another being was also making their way through those dame dense woods.

Wikitora trudged through the foliage, grumbling irritably. After clearing a copse of pines she paused her advance to shake off a spider that'd been gnawing on her lower leg before impaling the cretin on her spear. Though paltry quarry, their other offerings made them worthwhile targets. This fact changed neither her loathing nor ineffectiveness at accomplishing said task.

After shaking the arachnid corpse off her spear and collecting what she could from it she continued. She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings as she walked, having decided to busy herself with wiping the spidery gunk from her scales and armor. As such, she was caught off-guard when she suddenly found herself knocking into something. She hissed in displeasure as she rubbed the sore spot on her snout, but was struck with silence when she looked up to see what exactly it was she'd bumped into.

While most people in her position would probably delight in happening across another person after wandering in the wilderness for who-knows how long, Wikitora was not most people. Reflexively she defensively held her spear up between herself and the unfamiliar Crocommander, immediately distrustful of him.

silent-mimicry

The bump caused wrestle to stumble back into a bush--which wasn’t a pleasant feeling to step in given all the branches--and he nearly toppled over all together when a weapon was pointed right at him. All the weapons he had was his own claws and teeth, but they were lethal enough. Although, Wrestle did not want to engage in another fight after those hounds. He was weak and tired from it.

“ ‘ey-- easy with that thing.” He sort of grumbles in some attempt to defuse the situation. “If I wanted to attack you’d be pretty injured by now, so I don’t wanna attack you.” It was a sort of shock that washed over him when he realized there was another crock in front of him. Such a small one too with a spear... It was enough to make him forget if he was mad or not. “I didn’t think other crocks made it this far. How’d you end up outside’a the forge?”