Dara999 Posted April 3, 2016 Author Share Posted April 3, 2016 9 hours ago, ImDaMisterL said: Thanks for the depression. I live for the angst Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted April 3, 2016 Author Share Posted April 3, 2016 Youre welcome. and thanks OwO Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magicus Posted April 4, 2016 Share Posted April 4, 2016 12 hours ago, ImDaMisterL said: Well, that was amazing art and a horribly sad comic. Thanks for the depression. if you want depression look at wes in pvp holy moly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted April 30, 2016 Author Share Posted April 30, 2016 Oh... F***... I did have some dos around here some where... Hang on... *Rummages through non existent pocket* MMMMMMM when you see the booty? Mmmmmmm expect more Fair point (he looks like a muppet...) Thats not how you hold babies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DwerBomb Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 AYYLIENS! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted April 30, 2016 Author Share Posted April 30, 2016 6 minutes ago, DwerBomb said: AYYLIENS! *X-files music intensifies* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mobbstar Posted April 30, 2016 Share Posted April 30, 2016 Did somebody say science? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonMage156 Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 12 hours ago, Mobbstar said: I knew this gif was from Adventure Time! ^_^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonMage156 Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 1 hour ago, Dara999 said: Please read the diddly do from tumblr. O^O Its a short piece. Maybe I should just paste the writing here... There was writing? Also, love that Willowson profile pic. It's so sad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mobbstar Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 4 hours ago, DragonMage156 said: I knew this gif was from Adventure Time! ^_^ You found it! At long last! Now I shall post this all over the DS section Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonMage156 Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 4 hours ago, Mobbstar said: You found it! At long last! Now I shall post this all over the DS section It's actually quite easy to find. Just search "don't starve science gif" in Google images 1 hour ago, Dara999 said: You click on the link and after I say 'I live for the angst and sin' there is a read more second. Click that to read the writey do. I might just post the writing here after I eat That would make it easier. I can't seem to find the fanfic :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 1, 2016 Author Share Posted May 1, 2016 So one of my favourite artists (Chemsway) on Tumblr noticed that Willow was wearing Wilson's clothes in the trailer so I 'asked' this. Spoiler So I wrote a little fan fiction. (I had to censor the cusses because of the forums) Spoiler Because I live for angst and sin. <3 I’m sure there mistakes in here somewhere but meh. Spoiler How long has it been? Two weeks? Three weeks? Time is as f***ed up as everything else here, so really who gives a damn. All that matters is the stupid survival s**t, I wonder if it’s really worth it though. I just wish I had some self control, but I just can’t help myself… If only- “Willow, if you’re not going to stoke the fire give me the logs.” “Oh sorry.” Willow leant forward and tended to the dying flames of the campfire. She cursed at herself for not focusing. There were three people sitting around the fire and if it went out because of her stupidity then they would all die. Willow was thankful Wendy had snapped her out of her thoughts, if she couldn’t control her actions then she had to at least keep a hold on her musings. Wendy was probably the smartest out of them really, not including him of course… She wasn’t experienced but her head was screwed on properly and she was focused, for a young kid anyway. Wendy was only around twelve, thirteen maybe. For such a young girl she could make some rather macabre comments, Willow just guessed that’s just how Wendy coped with her twin’s death. Abigail was her sister’s name and she also was a ghost. Willow had no f***ing clue how the ghost thing worked but she wished she did, she could bring Wilson back. Wes was the other person with them. He was a mime but he may as we have just been a mute, even with the threat of death he never made a sound. No screams of pain, fear or joy. Silence. He was nice enough though, shame good people got stuck in this hell hole. Shame good people died in this hell hole. Willow stared at the flickering flames; a feeling of comfort washed over her, as well as flickers of sadness. She did love the fire, it was never its fault. Fire just did what fire does, she was the one who brought it to life. By late morning the group unloaded at their base camp. There was some order to their little camp, albeit messy. There was a fire pit in the centre, chests to once side, tents next to that, a crock pot by the fire, drying racks to the side, farms near that and some machinery on the other side of the fire. Things Wilson had made. A sigh escaped her lips and she found herself gazing at the tents. One for each person, Willow had built them with her girl scouts knowledge, she was probably the most experienced here when it came to the wilderness. It was nice to have at least a little privacy in this open area, granted it wasn’t much. There were four tents, the extra one had been undisturbed for a while now, perhaps she should clean it a little… Before thinking she was already inside, it was just as she left it. When Wilson died, Willow took all his things into his tent and left them there. There were papers with notes and drawings, his shaving razor, the roll he slept on, his clothes and some flowers. The flowers were her addition, a sentimental thing. She hated the thought of creepy crawlies going through the remains of his body, she liked the remains of what he was, his work and items. It was just a little nicer to visit than a hole in the ground. The flowers she had left were rotted now, she’d have to pick new ones. Willow jumped as a hand touched her shoulder and she spun, going to hit the assailant. She only just stopped herself however when she saw Wes raise his hands in defence. “Holy s**t Wes don’t sneak up on me like that.” Wes could only offer an apologetic smile in response. “Don’t worry about it. Need me for anything?” He shook his head and then squatted down, placing flowers on the ground. He had already thought of flowers or maybe they were for her, didn’t matter really. Wes gave Willow a comforting smile and a brief hug. Willow found words getting caught in her throat as her eyes threatened to water, how could something so simple bring her to tears? She gave him a squeeze back and looked at the ground, trying to hide her teary face. Willow had no idea if she was doing a good job at that however, she couldn’t exactly tell. A few moments after Wes left all the energy in Willow’s legs left and her knees hit the floor. She took shaky shallow breaths and covered her eyes, squeezing them shut so tightly it was as if she was trying to stop an overflowing dam. Oh god she missed Wilson. She missed him so much. Willow had held back the tears as much as she could. She felt flat and empty. Her cheeks were wet, nose sniffly and eyes red. She couldn’t cry, she needed to keep it together. She needed to have her head focused. She needed to survive for Wilson, to find a way out of this f***ing hell hole. That night Willow felt herself being drawn back towards Wilson’s tent. Why couldn’t she just ignore it, it’s not like there was anything new waiting for her there. She sat with his belongings, trying not to focus on painful memories and trying not to forget good ones at the same time. She picked up the tattered remains of his clothing and a few memories fluttered through her mind. She remembered having to take his vest and shirt off for a wound and dressing it so it wouldn’t get infected, she remembered doing the same thing for something a little more intimate. His clothes still smelt like him. It was an odd scent to describe and she missed it. She missed burying her face into his coal black hair or resting against his sweet sweat covered body, being encased by Wilson with all her senses. “I’m so sorry Wilson…” She loosely hung his shirt and vest over her. The closest thing she could get to a hug from her late lover. Tears streamed down her face, sobs trying to escape her throat. “I miss you so much…” His scent filled Willow with a bitter-sweet feeling. Memories of all kinds filled her mind, from arguments to flushed blurs of ecstasy. She remembered his death and the guilt that followed. It was winter and the MacTusks were after the group, the barks of ice hounds hot on their heels. Everybody was starting to split up, trying to lose the bastards. Willow was luring the hounds to the forest so she could light the bastards up and they’d burn to death, she just didn’t know how close Wilson was. She heard Wilson scream amongst the howls of the hounds and panic filled her being. She ran towards the sounds and came faced with writhing figures and the smell of burning flesh and fur. She cried his name and searched the burning forest for him, only after the flames died down did she find him. Wilson was on the ground, covered head to toe in severe burns. God it wasn’t pretty and there was a horrible smell, one that still lingered with Willow wherever she went, haunting her. Willow didn’t want to touch him, knowing how painful burns of this severity could be. If only she had checked where people were going and told them her plan. She just couldn’t help herself, starting a fire had to be her answer for everything and now Wilson was hurt. “Wilson please say something to me!” His eyes were looking at her, tears were there. Oh god what had she done. She should have checked to see if anyone was there, but no she had to light a tree and create a death trap for foe or friend. Wilson didn’t survive to see the next sunrise. Willow felt nothing but regret and sadness for days. Emotions she hated more than a rain storm or Maxwell. She felt heavy and hollow, thoughts all scattered and intangible like the haze from a raging blaze. She wept and tried to distance herself from the others, she didn’t want to be around anyone. Then Willow just forced herself to push on, dead people were dead, that was that. It wasn’t the first time someone she loved had died and vanished from her life, granted she was young when it first happened. Willow remembered flames and shouting, next thing she knew she was living in an old orphanage with an old care-taker that smelt funny... and old. She had to keep going for Wes and Wendy. To carry the legacy of the dead, so that all they did wasn’t for nothing. Even if it hurt to carry on. She held her emotions in and pushed forward for the living. Wilson had saved Wes, no point in giving up and letting that go to waste, or Wilson’s creations, or his work to try and find a way home. She remembered when Wilson brought Wes back to camp, retelling dangers of the door. Its was very selfless of Wilson to save Wes from whatever trap Maxwell had left Wes in. Wilson said he almost didn’t make it to Wes to free him. You could see the respect and admiration Wes had for Wilson, what he couldn’t say he displayed through action. Wilson had also said Maxwell tried to bargain with him in the door, to stop him from continuing. Wiping her face with her sleeve Willow stood, filled with a sense of determination. She was going to find Maxwell and demand for Wilson back, a deal with the devil… Whatever he was going to bargain for would be worth it… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonMage156 Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 Nu, it's so sad! They have to bring Wilson back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 1, 2016 Author Share Posted May 1, 2016 Just now, DragonMage156 said: Nu, it's so sad! They have to bring Wilson back. I should post the first chapters of some shippy fics I wrote I wonder if chem is on the forums... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 1, 2016 Author Share Posted May 1, 2016 @DragonMage156 If I can be bothered I'll write a sequel. I just have lots of work and 2 fics in progress already Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonMage156 Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 @Dara999 that's fine not saying you have to write a sequel, just that it's really sad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 2, 2016 Author Share Posted May 2, 2016 1 hour ago, DragonMage156 said: @Dara999 that's fine not saying you have to write a sequel, just that it's really sad I know. ^^ I just might because I can. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonMage156 Posted May 2, 2016 Share Posted May 2, 2016 2 hours ago, Dara999 said: I know. ^^ I just might because I can. I hope it isn't too NSFW ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Lenny face cos I can XD) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 2, 2016 Author Share Posted May 2, 2016 *copy and pastes 50 shades of grey* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 2, 2016 Author Share Posted May 2, 2016 "His draws were the kind without handles" "I thought I'd make Christian Wilson an omelette* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ysulyan Posted May 2, 2016 Share Posted May 2, 2016 why won't you just take all of my likes and a follow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DwerBomb Posted May 2, 2016 Share Posted May 2, 2016 Hey Hey Dara Look I made a drawing of your Willow ready to face Charlie on the Throne OuO Because I was thinking...your willow (the trailer willow), is the Triumphant Willow? OwO Spoiler its unfinished with no shading but my eyes hurt and i can't continue XP Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 2, 2016 Author Share Posted May 2, 2016 56 minutes ago, DwerBomb said: Hey Hey Dara Look I made a drawing of your Willow ready to face Charlie on the Throne OuO Because I was thinking...your willow (the trailer willow), is the Triumphant Willow? OwO Reveal hidden contents its unfinished with no shading but my eyes hurt and i can't continue XP OoO QoQ She's bootyful. Squee! Thank you so much! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dara999 Posted May 2, 2016 Author Share Posted May 2, 2016 5 hours ago, Ysulyan said: why won't you just take all of my likes and a follow "Why thank you sir Jeffers." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ysulyan Posted May 2, 2016 Share Posted May 2, 2016 1 hour ago, Dara999 said: "Why thank you sir Jeffers." yes. also this is for you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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