Wirt Answers Questions and Things

Indie askblog for Wirt from Over the Garden Wall. Wirt is 16, please do not do anything to him you would not do to a 16 year old. PLEASE READ MY RULES. THEY ARE ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE PAGE. THANK YOU

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

"Hey. Uh. You know a lot about the supernatural, right..?"

“Yeah. I mean, a fair amount. I know the most about cryptozoology in my organization- if you want something else I could always direct you to another agent. Nessie is pretty good at dealing with spells…” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Not the first time I heard of kids being turned into trees, actually. I’m assuming he is a kid?” He squinted at the lantern.

“Typically these sorts of spirits don’t target adults. Dunno if that’s just ‘cause they are less gullible, or if they don’t work for this sort of magic. Do you know where this lantern is?” 

[wirtanswers]

“Last I saw it, it was buried in the snow, in the Unknown..” He paused, rubbing his shoulder. “I’m fairly sure its limbo. But. It’s really hard to determine if those things are actually true….” 

He paused again for a moment, flipping through the pages to a polaroid of a lake. “I fell into that lake, found myself wandering through the Unknown. No memory of how I got there. I wasn’t wet. Just..there.” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Does sound like a variation of limbo. People tend to perceive near death experiences differently though… so it might be more of a spirit trap. A sort of closed space that draws in spirits on their way out. That’s all speculation on my part though.” He stood, pocketing his hands.

“If it is still stalking you though, then that means something is still tethering you to that closed space. The only way to break the connection would probably be going back.”

[wirtanswers]

A cold chill went down Wirts spine and he bit his lip, gripping his knees and looking up. Go back? “I almost died,” He said softly. “I’m still not sure how or why we even got back.....”  He looked up at Dib, a mixture of fear and hope on his face. “But if it would rid me of the Beast......and this time I wouldn’t have to worry about Greg. You know what you’re doing, We’d be safe....at least I hope. Right?”

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Dude, it’s fine. I am sure you’ll have too much facial hair to handle soon.” 

[wirtanswers]

“Yeah. Probably.” He shifted his weight, far more chipper. “A regular sasquatch. That is, if they didnt live in northern pacific regions and maintained a solitary lifestyle.” A pause. Way to dweeb out, wirt. 

“Or. probably something like that.”

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Not necessarily! I know a cryptid in Cleaveland named Knobby- he is practically a sasquatch.”

[wirtanswers]

“Oh! All the way in Cleveland..?” Wirt seemed puzzled, and he rummaged through his bag to find another journal. This one was red, and he flipped open to a map, where he quickly circled the area around Ohio. 

“By himself? There’s a surprising amount of fae in the midwest. I think it’s because of all the homosapien settling on the coasts, but that’s just me.”  

[newtypezaku]

Dude’s face absolutely sells the line

[wirtanswers]

“I still have to assemble a Christmas wishlist. What does everyone want?

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

"Hey. Uh. You know a lot about the supernatural, right..?"

“Yeah. I mean, a fair amount. I know the most about cryptozoology in my organization- if you want something else I could always direct you to another agent. Nessie is pretty good at dealing with spells…” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Not the first time I heard of kids being turned into trees, actually. I’m assuming he is a kid?” He squinted at the lantern.

“Typically these sorts of spirits don’t target adults. Dunno if that’s just ‘cause they are less gullible, or if they don’t work for this sort of magic. Do you know where this lantern is?” 

[wirtanswers]

“Last I saw it, it was buried in the snow, in the Unknown..” He paused, rubbing his shoulder. “I’m fairly sure its limbo. But. It’s really hard to determine if those things are actually true....” 

He paused again for a moment, flipping through the pages to a polaroid of a lake. “I fell into that lake, found myself wandering through the Unknown. No memory of how I got there. I wasn’t wet. Just..there.” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Dude, it’s fine. I am sure you’ll have too much facial hair to handle soon.” 

[wirtanswers]

“Yeah. Probably.” He shifted his weight, far more chipper. “A regular sasquatch. That is, if they didnt live in northern pacific regions and maintained a solitary lifestyle.” A pause. Way to dweeb out, wirt. 

“Or. probably something like that.”

[cat-harman92]

A quick doodle (in SB Pro) while I go over work things. Over the Garden Wall is pretty cool! (Just going through it today) Wirt is a cutie!

[wirtanswers]

Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed, And eats you when you're sleeping. Zagreus at the end of days, Zagreus lies all other ways, Zagreus comes when time's a maze, And all of history is weeping. Zagreus taking time apart, Zagreus fears the hero heart, Zagreus seeks the final part, The reward that he is reaping. Zagreus waits at the end of the world, For Zagreus is the end of the world. His time is the end of time, And his moment time's undoing

[wirtanswers]

wirt if you could change the color of your hat, would you?

“What an odd question! Probably not. I like red.” 

[wirtanswers]

Would you go out with Beatrice if she was human?

“Uh. She is human. She was just trapped as a bird.....that doesn’t make her less human, you know?” 

[wirtanswers]

Does Greg ever have nightmares?

“Unfortunately. Its not as rough as it could be, thank goodness...but he doesn’t climb trees anymore.” 

[wirtanswers]

Your nose is adorable. Love ur nose

“Why thank you, Grey Companion! I always thought it was a little big..”

[wirtanswers]

If you need any happy asks or messages on your other blogs lemme know because your Wirt blog jus makes my day and you deserve it!!!

// thank you, hon. 

Im getting a lot of transphobia on my other blogs and being more publicly out about it has been really rough already. Getting hate anons about it just..makes it worse. // 

[wirtanswers]

// I’m avoiding my other blogs because people are trying to make me upset on those. 

Feel free to ask me things as a distraction, please. //

[odd-fellows]

Trans boy Wirt is my new favorite thing

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

"Hey. Uh. You know a lot about the supernatural, right..?"

“Yeah. I mean, a fair amount. I know the most about cryptozoology in my organization- if you want something else I could always direct you to another agent. Nessie is pretty good at dealing with spells…” 

[wirtanswers]

After another pause, Wirt dug into his backpack and took out a small journal, stuffed with loose leaf papers covered in sketches and writing. Of the beast, the Huskin’ Bee, drawings of bluebirds and more than anything, a great dark horned figure. He handed over the book to Dib, more strength in his voice. Knowing someone believed him.

“There’s more…of those journals at the house. But that’s…everyone called it the Unknown. The land of the Beast.” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

Dib took it, kneeling down to open it comfortably and not lose any of the pages within. 

The horned figure he paused at, before moving on, flipping through it with care.

“… Definitely something tougher than a ghost…” His brow furrowed with worry, and he glanced up at Wirt. 

“Is this thing… interested in you? Or is it a fleeting presence?” 

[wirtanswers]

Wirt shuffled his feet, pressing the toes of his shoes into the ground before sitting down, setting, nervously pulling at his knuckles. A bad habit. He hoped he wouldn’t get arthritis. 

“Almost killed me,” He said, laughing weakly. “trapped my brother in a web of vines, demanded I keep the lantern lit for eternity….it was cold. Air around it. Which is why I thought it was a ghost, but…” Now he was just theorizing to himself, grinding his teeth. “But no. No. Too tangible. Too reliant on an energy source.” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“More likely that it was drawing in the warmth of the air. The life of it.” He pressed a hand to his lips, seeming deep in thought for all of a moment before closing the book.

“Going to be up front with you dude- this isn’t good. This is the sort of malicious presence that lives just for the sake of living. It has no other goals. At least ghosts can be reasoned with…. this…” He hesitated, drumming his fingers on the book before handing it back.

“I’ll do all I can. If this is what I think it is, then I have some ideas on how we can fight it.” 

[wirtanswers]

Wirt put a hand on his knee, gulping. He knew it wasn’t good, but it was nice to have someone who knew what they were talking about. Someone who knew the supernatural.

“Well, I know he’s bad. It? It’s bad. It just wants others to fuel it’s lantern....” 

He flipped through the book to a picture of a lantern, big and heavy. “It’s almost a third of my size, needs oil from Edelwood trees...I have theories on those, but. That’s a long story.” A pause. “My brother almost got turned into one.”

[wirtanswers]

“I’m seventeen..?”

“I turn eighteen in like. A month. Public school isn’t chaste, you know.” 

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“Really?”

“You look a lot younger then eighteen.”

[wirtanswers]

That made Wirt try and stand a little taller, puffing his chest out slightly.

“I just don’t grow facial hair that well! Mom calls it babyfaced syndrome, but I looked it up. That’s not real.”

[awesomeagentmothman-blog]

“She’s right- you do have a babyface. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re just a late bloomer.”

[wirtanswers]

“Well its gonna take a while to bloom...into...my face?”

“Though it used to be way worse. But I’m not too worried.....every day someone tells me I’ll like it when I’m older.”