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I love your interpretation of William Afton! His face is one that immediately makes you distrustful of him.
Thank you! I wanted to have him look unsettling, but only just enough to still be somewhat normal to other people when he needs to be. Haha. His design is heavily inspired by Willem DaFoe.
How do you have so many rocks and stones?
The super nice thing that nobody tells you about being an adult is that you can spend literally all your money on one extremely specific hobby, and no one can tell you not to do that.
Joy + Volk
Drabblus Promptus || Always Accepting
She hears the clack of leaves and branches far above her in the canopy. The way the light shifts and undulates with the moving leaves, the gloom appears alive with rivulets of golden light mingling with the green overcast in her blurred vision. She cannot see with her physical eyes the way the canopy ebbs and crests like green waves on a sea of foliage, but she knows what it is.
Autumn is changing. Winter is coming. The Solstice festivals will begin soon in many hamlets, and Central will hold the biggest one of Midwinter. Perhaps the Merchant’s Guild will travel there this year. It is always impressive to see their small village spread across tamed Patrol Trees that actually do what they’re told. A semblance of faerie tale-esque normalcy in a place where normality has ceased.
The air is getting cooler now, the smell of frozen snow and the cold river water beginning to permeate more frequently. The Fog Tides will roll down the mountains, as they do between autumn and winter, and spring and summer. A perfect tell for the change of seasons.
The perfect reason to get up and get going. She doesn’t want to freeze in her Beech, not when she has returned so soon.
Fingers run along the edge of her Beech’s wooden cradle, her vision starting to sharpen and her senses returning to her with the warm brush of moss against her face. She can recognize the uncanny curves of the wood above her, familiar in a way a child knows its mother’s face.
The last few moments are lost in her memory, but she knows there is a new scar somewhere on her body she might find later. As she rises to sit up and brush the leaves fallen against her away, she is keenly aware of the way her heart stutters a little in her chest, the smells that permeate her nostrils and the crisp air that fills her lungs. Of the way her muscles have begun to warm against the disuse for the past day or so.
As she digs through her coat to find the case that holds her pipe, she stands and moves stiffly, feeding fresh energy into her crackling joints. The silver wolf’s head pipe is smoking when she finds it and pulls it out to settle behind her left fang. A long inhale still gives her a taste of the sweet clove oil on the earthy undertone of tobacco, despite there being none in the cup.
Change is coming...
The hulking caskets of Beeches to either side of the Grove simply serve to remind her not only of her sacrifice, but the simple humble joy of knowing that she is alive again. She looks down the avenue between the old trees to where the golden gloom darkens and turns more green, inviting her back into Schwarzwald’s embrace. It is a call she will heed again and again, without hesitation.
can I just say, sincerely, how much I love Mouse? like *chef's kiss*
<3 she loves you guys too ok
I'm feeling a little sad, may I please have a slug to cheer me up?
little slug friend she is on a plant
6, 19, 30, 33, 35, 36, 61, 75, 80, 91, 92, 93 for Vasya and/or your viking dude
BEAN TIME
6. What would they give their life for?
His friends and family, without hesitation.
19. What is their occupation?
Eventually he becomes a florist and owns a nice little flower shop, and sells watercolour paintings sometimes too!
30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?
Largely flight, he doesn’t like confrontation or fighting at all. However...
33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?
His biggest tangible fear is his birth father/sperm-donor, Dmitry, for very good reason. It used to be that he’d run and hide, but these days he takes less shit, and will sock the fucker directly in the face given half a chance.
35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?
Insult the people he cares about, especially his dad. Mess with his art supplies. Rearrange his bookshelf. All of these things will get you a livid Vasya!
36. What is their sense of humour like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.
DUMB. HE HAS THE DUMBEST SENSE OF HUMOUR. This is a man who got up early one morning and moved all the mugs in the house to the back garden, then when his uncles came downstairs he simply remarked that it was a little MUGGY outside. While sitting there sipping tea from a bowl.
61. Which season is their favourite season?
Always Summer, he loves warmer weather and sunshine and how nicely all his plants grow.
70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets?
He loves animals, almost more than people! His one constant pet in every AU is an Irish Wolfhound called Rosie, who’s also his psychiatric service dog. Other pets include a corn snake called Sandalwood, and a rat called Sorrel.
80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?
Morning person, absolutely! He likes to be up a decent time, and his brain gets fried if he stays up too late. (Plus his meds make that pretty difficult).
91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?
92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.
93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said?
[when shouting at his shit-dad Dmitry] “If you ever c-come back here, I’ll put you in the f-fucking ground and use you as p-plant fertiliser!”
also
[talking to a wasp that’s gotten in the house] “E-excuse me sir, you can’t be here, YOU D-DON’T HAVE A DAMN PER-PERMIT”
Cyberpunk mod that replaces Johnny Silverhand with Neo
Cyberpunk mod that replaces Johnny Silverhand with Johnny Mnemonic
The last four questions under domestic life for bookwyrms
In-Depth Shippy Meme || accepting
aaaah, our good ol’ bookwyrms~ being domestic is one of my favorite things honestly, so here we go:
Who kills the bugs in the house?
After a time, neither. Volk does her best to capture and gently vacate any unmutated insects within certain species and roles that happen to end up in their apartment, and after a short explanation as to why, Artyom tries to do much the same. The only time this is forfeit is when it comes to spiderbugs. That’s a shared disgust and team effort.
How do they celebrate holidays?
Not as many holidays are celebrated in Metro anymore, normally only two in Polis as a whole community; Christmas and New Years still hold up there, and these two like to celebrate them by scrounging what they can together for loved ones and each other before paying visits to Volk’s side of the family first [they are closer by location] and then taking time off to head north and visit VDNKh for Artyom’s side for the rest of the holiday season. It’s always together, and they both do their best to try to incorporate everyone they call family while doing it.
Other smaller holidays, when they can remember them right, are spent together. Usually surprises are involved between them, little things they know the other will appreciate, but all holidays are spent together, if at all possible.
Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?
Honestly, Volk is. She runs off a stalker’s schedule, which is basically ‘run around on the surface for a couple weeks, recover back underground for another two’. She’s used to sleeping in for at least a few hours when not doing anything, which clashes a little with Artyom’s schedule. Having been on a strict routine while he was growing up and for the short time he was operating on a military schedule, he’s an early-riser, it never really leaves him.
On recovery time, she manages to convince him to come snug back in for a couple of hours more. Not that he needs much convincing, if we’re being honest.
Who’s the better cook?
I would say Volk, meager cooking as she does. Artyom can to an extent, enough to keep from getting sick, and he’s pretty good with pork and mushrooms since he grew up learning how through VDNKh’s main crops. However, Volk has learned to cook with a slightly wider variety of foods, since stalkers have access to such, so due to her ability to do something with more things, it goes to her.
