The End Has Arrived

RP blog for shadow Wickerbottom. (Follow backs come from @heckmate)

[kaaramel]

PLZ WICKERBOTTOM A6

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@drwickerbottom here is a starter! Thank you for liking the starter call! Upon spotting her double, Minerva's initial reaction was something that resembled fear— her stomach tightened and her muscles became taut, and her eyes narrowed. She crouched down, almost readying herself to attack this other version of herself. Maybe it was because this other version of herself was clearly an imposer, right? … Maybe it was because this other version of herself reminded her of the times before the accident, before the mistake. Before she foolishly let Them take hold of her. Before she was under Their command. She softened her stance, now watching the double with interest. A wry smile cut through her wrinkled face, and she raised her eyebrow. Maybe she could have some fun with this doppelgänger. Without making a single sound, Minerva crept up behind her double, her smile growing. "My, my," Minerva said, pinching both of Wickerbottom's shoulders between a forefinger and a thumb from either hand. With every pause of her next sentence she added another finger. "What… have… we here?"

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[I am going to start up this blog for real this time I promise]

[s-t-a-r-p-i-r-a-t-e]

Wickerbottom

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[behold my terrible muse]

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[Sorry for not being very active on this blog. I'm still trying to figure out how to portray Minerva…]

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@percival-no-evil (Because you liked the starter call; sorry this took so long!) Minerva had been watching the survivors for a while now. It was a pastime, really—if she was to be trapped on this island, she had to pass the time somehow. The survivors’ lives were all very interesting to her, so she watched. She would stay in the distance and just… watch. But most of all, she would watch Wilson, the first survivor on this island. What a shame that he was stuck here after all this time, she thought. Perhaps she would make conversation with him. “So…" chimed the voice as Minerva materialized behind him. "What a pity it is that you still have not found your way out of here, is it not? Trapped for so long in this world Maxwell created…” She let out some form of a giggle, and it sounded very much like wind chimes. “I suppose we all are.”

[musesgonnamuse]

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

[fromanotherroom]

Visit Original Link

Clair De Lune playing from another room Claude Debussy

[marzipanandminutiae]

when it’s 1907 and you’re kissing your vampire girlfriend on the balcony after a private supper for which she bought out Maxim’s

[drwickerbottom-blog]

As freaking promised, wickerbottompleasestop.jpg

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

THIS IS THE SINGLE GREATEST POST

[drwickerbottom-blog]

*SOFT SOBBING*

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Put "Life Story" into my inbox for a thread where your muse witnesses all of my muse's important memories

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First interaction RP starters

" Are you okay? "

" Hey! Wake up! "

" What's happening over there? I can't see. "

" Oh gosh, sorry! Did I hurt you? "

" Who's there? Is anyone there? "

" I'm lost. "

" Are you lost? "

" Who are you? Where are we? What happened?! "

" Get off of me! "

" Sorry, I tripped! "

" Are you new here? "

" I'm new here, can you help me out? "

" Somebody help me! "

" You look really familiar. Do I know you? "

" What are you doing in there? This place is off limits! "

" You're not allowed in here. It could be dangerous. "

" Do you work here? "

" Can I help you? "

" It's not very polite to stare, you know. "

" Get out of the way! "

" You could have been killed! "

" You saved my life! "

" Watch where you're going! "

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Starter call!

———— Please like or reblog if you would be interested in roleplaying with a shadow version of Ms. Wickerbottom from Don’t Starve!

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Starter for @until–valhalla; thank you for liking the Starter Call! Minerva moved lightly, without making even the smallest sound. She seemed to float across the snow— her feet did not sink in, and she left no footprints in the delicate white powder coating the terrain. The wind was blowing hard, flapping her elegant winter coat. But even that did not produce a noise. “Dear,” Minerva said, her voice cutting through the wind. She approached the other triumphant, gently placing a jacket over the viking’s shoulders. “It is too cold to be without a jacket.”

[until--valhalla-archive]

Minerva’s approach was unsurprising - the shadow had a penchant for things like this.  Magnhilda turned as the jacket was placed on her shoulders.

“Warriörs dön’t need jackets-”

Magnhilda considered her words for a bit, then sighed resignedly.  “I suppöse sö.  Thank yöu, friend.”

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A smile spread across Minerva’s wrinkled face.

“You are welcome, dear,” she said moving to stand beside Magnhilda.

With a smooth wave of her hand, a fire pit appeared and sprang to life— the fire was surrounded by tall, dark, pointed rocks that resembled the obelisks that surrounded the pig king, and the fire itself seemed to glow a deep vermillion.

Minerva produced a thermal stone, already glowing orange from the heat, and handed it to Magnhilda. “How did you end up in such a cold place?”

[andallshallbewell]

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Starter for @until--valhalla; thank you for liking the Starter Call! Minerva moved lightly, without making even the smallest sound. She seemed to float across the snow— her feet did not sink in, and she left no footprints in the delicate white powder coating the terrain. The wind was blowing hard, flapping her elegant winter coat. But even that did not produce a noise. "Dear," Minerva said, her voice cutting through the wind. She approached the other triumphant, gently placing a jacket over the viking's shoulders. "It is too cold to be without a jacket."