#wesfrid

[cosmicdenro]

arttrade with @thickest-slimiest-malware ! :D

[leon-is-a-goblin]

Wesfrid please? <:

yo, i still dont know much about those two, but here's some doodles! <3

[milkomilko]

Wolfgang was attracted to the potatoes.

Wes looking like a siren is just too adorable, haha.

[ifchuckthenonlysneed]

things I made... I drew a lot tonight for the first time in a while, I'm very happy. All ship art for now, I will lock back into Carter family fluff soon tho >>>>

also u might recognize the Maxlie drawing, I referenced a stock image that was trending a while ago

[ifuckingloveherpees]

Kill Your Boyfriend Club!

Because:

-he probably deserves it

-you can revive him afterwards

-boys are cuter dead!

If you wanna join, you gotta ask Charlie, but she should accept you as long as you ask nicely. The members will hold a vote next Thursday to decide if gay men can also be allowed into the club, so stay tuned!

bonus Wendy wanting to feel included

[un-mime]

wigfrid (+ wesfrid)

(wesfrid is the only het ship that makes any sense with wigfrid, otherwise she likes GIRLS)

[canadaxed]

wigfrid, warrior, and her fellow performer

[crow-in-a-top-hat]

White

Luck never smiled at Wes, be it in forests of wood or stone, trapped in bars of bone or air, he was never a lucky man, but today was different, dancing between misfortunes and a labyrinth of unusual paths he found himself in a beautiful place, below earth and far from the light he saw the impossible, a blue meadow with blue mushroom trees, light in the middle of an infinity abyss, he may have come here to run away from death, but to find life here could only be luck.

His smiled faded, luck never smiled to him, suddenly the earth above started to sift and life a rainstorm the sky feel on his head, he ran towards the blue meadow just to be meat by an impossible void between himself and beauty-

A mockery

Wes thought, he would've screamed to nature herself if he could, but even quiet the world still answered, if the earth raged above him, it would be only right to do it below him, small mounds of dirt moved at a distance, the sound of a thousand crawling worms drowned the sound of the earthquake, everything wanted him dead.

He ran, watching for the falling rocks and trying to remember his path back was impossible for the mime, he was not a survivor, he didn't have the strength or fighting prowess of his friends, nor the magic or knowledge, he shouldn't be here, he knew that, and so did the world, so it demanded that he wasn't, it demanded his death more than any other.

He was tired, not because he ran for too long, but because he was weak, his body was weaker than the others, much like his luck, his mind, his strength, but he steeled himself, his bones burned, and his muscles gridded into dust, his sweat made his makeup fall on his eyes and when he closed them by instinct a rock hit his head.

Red, from his black hair a streak of bright red burned his body, every time he was hurt enough to bleed his friends were near, but not now, not here, he was already below the earth, they didn't need to dig.

For a moment he accepted everything, his body made out of flesh could not move like steel, if only he was half as strong as them, as her.

Red, it reminded of her, so fitting for his last moments to be blessed by her image, her voice could clean the cacophony that was the caves-

My Crimson Chanteuse, I only pray that you don't miss me.

He selfishly prayed with his soon-to-be last breath, but prayers are for Gods, and they didn't want his wishes, so from the corner of his eyes he saw a light.

Red, a glimmer impossible in this hell, when he turned to see it he confirmed, a red gem, between the rocks that fell from above this was different, it was red like her but weak like him, when marble and gold shattered on impact a clear red gem could not exist, and nature agreed.

A thousand and one rocks fell on the red gem, something beautiful killed once again on this world, cold, alone, but persistent, it was still there.

Did they miss? Was the gem even there?

Questions filled the silence of the mime, and when he moved to confirm, another shade filled his vision.

Blue, the light dangling in front of him promised that all would be ok, like an angler fish luring prey, but he didn't care about that beauty anymore.

If sloth is the father of all inventions and lust and love are one and the same, then greed was the wish to live, this world was not his, nothing was his, if he was going to die he would die with something in his hands, he clutched his lantern tight and hit the monster hiding beneath the glow, he could never fight, but that hit was enough to distract the worm.

He ran, not to live but to have, he needed that gem, someone needed to have her, alone in the cold, he could not think of himself, waiting to be picked, to be recognized by their work, that is an all artist's song, if no one would come for him, he would come for someone, something, it was too late for him, but art works with or without time.

The rocks flayed him, his weak glass bones cut him from inside out, but there was no tomorrow, only today, a performance for he and he alone, a silent soliloquy, composed for nothing, and no one, and in the end, the red gem was in his hand.

He shielded the brittle gem with equally brittle bones, who was he to decide what lives and dies? In the end, the gem only showed him cold.

In front of him, slowly being lit by the cavern flowers an escape, the howling winds brought cold, but an escape none less, cradling the gem in his hands he walked up the stairs carved from rock and magic.

He crawled out of the cave, the surface was not any better, the empty planes where he stood were filled with nothing but cold.

White, an infinite expanse of nothing and cold, it buried the grass and drowned life, yet, he was still there, the heat from his hands made contrast with the cold, the red gem in his hand challenged the cold winter, and although it wasn't enough to keep him from death, and wasn't the thing keeping him alive, he liked to believe it was.

He was lost, luck for him, it wasn't night, but he knew better than to believe in luck, he opened his map to situate himself, but because it wasn't night, he didn't have any star to give directions, only he and the vast infinite white.

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