MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!

via  mischiefandnightmares  (originally  rpmemes-gallery)
6 hours ago on 31 August 2014 ~ 11:40pm 10,966 notes
✍ {✍ For Wendy too?}

for that meme where i had to draw you character badly on mspaint.))

9 hours ago on 31 August 2014 ~ 8:44pm 2 notes

dueltherapy:

whitney-dontstarve:

She returned the smile before nodding quickly. She sat up a bit, taking a canteen out of her bag and opened it up.

"Yes he’s my husband… Three kids and all. I’m glad to see you know him. Have you told him about your predicament? He might be able to help. When you’re ready just let me know and i’ll take the medicine. I’d be glad to help sir."

"Y-yes. Though I have not spoken to him in many months so I worry slightly. But w-ow three kids? Congratulations." he smiled slightly but flinched a few times, Wellington practically screaming painfully in protest at the prospect of being silenced in such a commanding way. He wouldn’t have more of a chance to play with Washingtons head- much less have a chance to come out.

"A-nd you can call me Washington b-y the way, not sir- heh- it makes me feel older tha-n I really a-am." he added in before blinking harshly and going to rub his head. "Uh- y-yea, that medi-cine." he flinched again, then grimaced and quickly lying down on his back with his arms by his sides. "A-ny t-time." he said, voice cracking slightly.

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!

Nodding again she quickly uncapped the canteen and popped the single pill into her mouth, nose scrunching in distaste of the magical pill. Taking a swig of the water she swallowed it before standing and pointing at him and giving him a reassuring smile.

"Goodnight. Sleep." At her command the spell would hit him, sleep overcoming him forcefully. Quickly packing her things up she decided first to put an extra log on the fire and lend him a blanket from her backpack. Lying it over him she started off to head back to camp. It was going to be long night for her.

via  dueltherapy  (originally  dueltherapy)
1 day ago on 31 August 2014 ~ 2:03am 21 notes
Now that she decided to stop being a recluse and to return to the island... She had someone to apologize to. Truth be told she didn't feel she needed to since the argument was rather foolish but... She considers her a friend and isn't willing to lose her. Slowly making her way to the camp she tried her best to come up with something.

ds-wynne:

whitney-dontstarve:

ds-wynne:

Wynne unfolded from her threadbare cloak, the grey fabric pooling at her feet. The fire was dying again, and part of her couldn’t care less. She was cold regardless of the light. But needs must, and the shadows were always hungry. She’d rather not reset again if she had to.

Movement outwith her site caught the crofter’s attention. She paused, green eyes flickering up to a pale face. They widened in surprise.

"Whitney" she sat back on her haunches, leaning on her knee, "I ‘adn’t expected tae see ya again"

"You know very well what i mean by selfish…. It was wrong of me to keep the candles to myself… In my defense i was trying to protect you all but i should’ve let you all decided whether or not to take that risk…." Whitney stood tall, hands balled up slightly as she tried to feel even the tiniest bit stronger but she felt small inside. All she wanted to do was crawl up into the corner.

Wynne was quiet for a time, her mind slowly chewing over Whitney’s words with numbed clarity.

She remembered the initial fury. The frustration at herself and everything around her. It wasn’t fair, she was stuck here. She was stuck here, with no means of escape due to her own goddamn ignorance.

But now…there was only realisation…and resignation.

"Selfishness is a means ‘o survival ‘ere. Time ‘as ‘aught meh ‘at…amongst o’r ‘ings" Wynne shifted in her seat, grunting at the stiffness in her limbs. How long had she been just sitting here?

The crofter looked up expectantly, “Sit yersel doon”

Slowly moving closer she bent down before sitting beside the fire, the heat making her face hot and uncomfortable but she didn’t dare move.

"Wynne…..I hate myself for what i did…. I just… To be honest i want my sister back… You’re one of my greatest friends i made on the island and i just want to let you know i’m sorry. I’m sorry i made the worst decision ever and i don’t expect you to forgive me but…. I really would appreciate it if you did. " Whitney’s fingers were fiddling with the aglet of her shoelace, avoiding eye contact with Wynne out of pure shame.

tags   rp    dswynne  
via  ds-wynne  (originally  ds-wynne)
1 day ago on 31 August 2014 ~ 1:43am 8 notes

wendydemon:

whitney-dontstarve:

Silent pleas for help

wendydemon:

 

Wendy shook her head. “She has been here. She could of took me. She’s giving me a chance to go back on my own without hurting you.” Wendy sounded hollow.

"She won’t either way. She can’t hurt me. The only way she can is if she does take you…" 

"No!" Wendy shook her head harder, gripping her hair. "She can take you! take Papa! Ground you and do Tests! Make you forget!" She continued to way her head as she began to cry.

"Wendy please be reasonable! I know what she can do and i know what we can do too…. we are stronger than her…. We can fight her…"

via  wendydemon  (originally  wendydemon)
1 day ago on 31 August 2014 ~ 1:37am 17 notes

dueltherapy:

whitney-dontstarve:

Stopping what she was doing, she chewed on her lip for a moment before quickly packing her things up. Reaching into her backpack once more she pulled out small bottles, each labeled with a spell. Pulling out one of the glass bottles she opened the lid and shook a single white tablet into her hand. Holding it up she showed it to him, sighing deeply.

" Alright. I simply was hoping to see if you had what i think you do but i understand if you don’t want company. This is a sleeping pill. I’ll take it but it’ll put you to sleep instantaneously. My husband is a doctor of the supernatural and i’ve gotten a few of these from him. It’ll put you to sleep for at the most seven hours. It’ll give me insomnia though but i’m fine with that."  

The more she spoke he at some point turned over, a look of suprise growing on his face.
WhAT?! NO! THAT’S CHEATING! Shes kidding! SHe’s joking- that little lying bitch she’s jOKING!
Washington ignored his yelling, fully turned over now. “A- doctor of the supernatural…Doctor Morrow? You’re his wife? I never would have guessed.” he smiled, his demeanor immediately changing as he sat up- flinching a bit from somehow being able to force back Wellington from this new found fact.
If you dare- IF YOU FUCKING DARE LET HER SO HELP ME-
"…You would be willing to do that?" he then questioned, eyebrows knit slightly in concern.

She returned the smile before nodding quickly. She sat up a bit, taking a canteen out of her bag and opened it up.

"Yes he’s my husband… Three kids and all. I’m glad to see you know him. Have you told him about your predicament? He might be able to help. When you’re ready just let me know and i’ll take the medicine. I’d be glad to help sir."

via  dueltherapy  (originally  dueltherapy)
1 day ago on 31 August 2014 ~ 1:31am 21 notes

dueltherapy:

whitney-dontstarve:

Her brows knitted together slightly at the short laugh and his wording. Whitney sat her torch into the fire and stepped closer, sitting down next to him. Pulling her bag over to her lap she pulled out two cups she had swiped from the house when Vincent wasn’t looking. Pulling out some tea bags she looked over at him.

"What kind of tea do you like?….I’m not leaving by the way. I can help."

"Unless you have tea that can magically put me to sleep I do not want anything that has caffeine in it. I need to sleep.” he nearly hissed out, turning halfway over. Dark bags under his eyes and his overall demeanor looked a bit off- maybe even maddening. “You do not understand the severity of this situation. You need to leave- now. There is nothing you can do to help.” he hissed out again- turning back over to face away from her.

Stopping what she was doing, she chewed on her lip for a moment before quickly packing her things up. Reaching into her backpack once more she pulled out small bottles, each labeled with a spell. Pulling out one of the glass bottles she opened the lid and shook a single white tablet into her hand. Holding it up she showed it to him, sighing deeply.

" Alright. I simply was hoping to see if you had what i think you do but i understand if you don’t want company. This is a sleeping pill. I’ll take it but it’ll put you to sleep instantaneously. My husband is a doctor of the supernatural and i’ve gotten a few of these from him. It’ll put you to sleep for at the most seven hours. It’ll give me insomnia though but i’m fine with that."  

via  dueltherapy  (originally  dueltherapy)
1 day ago on 30 August 2014 ~ 8:59pm 21 notes

The way things change. (( Open Rp ))

"I wouldn’t say little girl but yes i am….I’m not exactly stuck here. I know where i am and to be honest i want to stay in this time period. You’re the one in the pickle, not me." She knew that look in his eyes. Her own expression softening from the memory of his story she sighed deeply.

"Mr….

"I know you tried to heal your daughter through the means of magic and…what happened after… You shouldn’t be alive. After you split into two people… Amos and Royston crow…Gregory I’m sorry for what happened to you…" She mumbled not looking at him, her eyes fixated on the tiled floor.

via  royston-crow  (originally  royston-crow)
2 days ago on 29 August 2014 ~ 7:53pm 82 notes

SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I’D LIKE TO RP AS.

via  considermetheprophet  (originally  empathd)
3 days ago on 28 August 2014 ~ 10:06pm 13,753 notes

wendydemon:

whitney-dontstarve:

Silent pleas for help

wendydemon:

 

Wendy shook her head. “She has been here. She could of took me. She’s giving me a chance to go back on my own without hurting you.” Wendy sounded hollow.

"She won’t either way. She can’t hurt me. The only way she can is if she does take you…" 

"No!" Wendy shook her head harder, gripping her hair. "She can take you! take Papa! Ground you and do Tests! Make you forget!" She continued to way her head as she began to cry.

Whitney reached out quickly hands gripping Wendy’s hard as she forced her to look at her.

"Wendy. Look at me. Listen to me. Cyril… The demon who gave you those gloves… He would kill her before she could ever get her hands on us…. He’d be in this room in a flash if she came in through that door….. We are safe.." 

via  wendydemon  (originally  wendydemon)
4 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:57pm 17 notes

dueltherapy:

whitney-dontstarve:

Frowning at the man’s tired expression she stepped forward into the light of the campfire, her torch almost spent.

"Dr. Washington? It’s been so long….Do you remember me? We met when i was playing my violin and you said you were a composer….are you quite alright?" Whitney looked at the man with concern, knowing someone his age was capable of….leaving the island the unwanted way.

His gaze snapped over, it clear he was tired. The tired eyes scanned over her for a second. “Yes…I do. I am fine- just tired. I am—-not myself when I’m tired-” a short weird-sounding laugh passed through his lips, him then grimacing he turned over to face away from her and the fire.

"I suggest you grab a new torch off of my fire and leave if you know what is good for you."

Her brows knitted together slightly at the short laugh and his wording. Whitney sat her torch into the fire and stepped closer, sitting down next to him. Pulling her bag over to her lap she pulled out two cups she had swiped from the house when Vincent wasn’t looking. Pulling out some tea bags she looked over at him.

"What kind of tea do you like?….I’m not leaving by the way. I can help."

via  dueltherapy  (originally  dueltherapy)
4 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:55pm 21 notes
Now that she decided to stop being a recluse and to return to the island... She had someone to apologize to. Truth be told she didn't feel she needed to since the argument was rather foolish but... She considers her a friend and isn't willing to lose her. Slowly making her way to the camp she tried her best to come up with something.

ds-wynne:

whitney-dontstarve:

ds-wynne:

Wynne unfolded from her threadbare cloak, the grey fabric pooling at her feet. The fire was dying again, and part of her couldn’t care less. She was cold regardless of the light. But needs must, and the shadows were always hungry. She’d rather not reset again if she had to.

Movement outwith her site caught the crofter’s attention. She paused, green eyes flickering up to a pale face. They widened in surprise.

"Whitney" she sat back on her haunches, leaning on her knee, "I ‘adn’t expected tae see ya again"

Taking notice of the dying fire, she quickly slipped the strap off her backpack and reached in before pulling out a couple of logs and placed them onto the fire. She’d rather not be caught in the dark while trying to talk to her old friend.

Slowly putting the strap back on she kept looking at the fire, not ready to look at Wynne yet. 

"I’m sorry…. It was selfish of me…. "

Wynne watched the archer silently as she tended the fire. Her mind muddled through what had transpired between them. The flames crackled and popped enthusiastically, happy for the attention. The crofter shook her head after a moment, before she carefully eased herself onto the grass.

"Selfish?" Wynne chewed the thought for a moment, leaning back against the log. She plucked at her cloak as she continued, “‘ow so, lass?"

"You know very well what i mean by selfish…. It was wrong of me to keep the candles to myself… In my defense i was trying to protect you all but i should’ve let you all decided whether or not to take that risk…." Whitney stood tall, hands balled up slightly as she tried to feel even the tiniest bit stronger but she felt small inside. All she wanted to do was crawl up into the corner.

tags   rp    dswynne  
via  ds-wynne  (originally  ds-wynne)
4 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:50pm 8 notes

thestarvingmadman:

whitney-dontstarve:

whitney-dontstarve:

☠ Hospital AU (thestarvingmadman)
Wheeling the cart back into the room she passed by several beds, some occupied some empty but stopped at the foot of a specific bed. 
The leather straps keeping the boy buckled into the bed made her pity him. The unruly mop of blonde hair needed to be taken care of and you could see the restlessness in him. Looking around quickly, watching the only other nurse in the room leave she quickly stepped over and nudged him awake. 
"Wilbur. Wilbur wake up. i brought you some candy."

 

"I’m not about to let you tear at it like a wild dog." She mumbled. Making sure the few other patients in there were asleep she reached over and quickly undid a buckle holding his wrist.

"I trust you enough to make sure you don’t do anything stupid." Quietly handing him the bag she leaned over to his head.

You don’t want to try anything because if you do it’ll be harder for me to help you escape.”

He huffed. Why not? Wilbur was rather surprised when she undid the buckle, then very frightened when she grabbed his wrist.

Confused he took the bag and flinched when she whispered in his ear.

A nurse?? Help HIM escape?

”..W-What are y-y-you playing a-at?” he growled.

"I’m not playing at anything….I read your file and i’ve watched you and…i don’t think you belong here…I don’t think so at all." Giving him a small smile she pat his arm before leaning away. 

"Think about it." 

4 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:47pm 6 notes

The way things change. (( Open Rp ))

royston-crow:

whitney-dontstarve:

royston-crow:

whitney-dontstarve:

 

"No…A part of me wishes it was… I came from the year 1889….you’re not in the victorian age anymore sir…. I’m sorry." Sighing deeply she wondered if the culture shock was this bad for her. 

Oh lord…-he then held his head- My daughter Emily…I..-he growled and looked at his hands a bit and cursed- Fie and damn that book. It lied to me…and now…and now my daughter is stranded somewhere, and I awoke here in this tavern! -he rubbed his face slowly and trying to calm down- Miss, I did not catch your name. I am Gregory McClain,a pleasure to meet you. -he said out stretching his hand.-

-There was a bit of something Amos had told Whitney long ago. Even Royston told her. That they were once a man named Gregory McClain, and that the bar was this mans child. As Royston knew names, and faces in the memories, but not the events. Amos knew events and things, but could not place names or faces-

The name….It had stuck with her since the day he had told her the story of the man and she quickly stumbled as she took steps back, hand covering her mouth as she gasped loudly.

"No….You… Mr. McClain you’re…..alive? Oh dear…..Sir i’m Whitney Aspen Starling…. My father was the founder of the famous cigarette brand "Starling Specialty"…I don’t recall if you ever heard of the brand…" She slowly stepped over once more and sat down next to him on the stairs.

"I know about them…your family. You. Everything. "

I know the brand yes. You’re his little girl? -he said with a happy smile. Glad to see someone from his time period. His eyes flashed a bit as he then realized she was in the same boat- Oh…we are both in a pickle…-he said sadly as he looked at her and the minor joy that was in his face faded as he sat down. Rubbing his face by this point-

-he then looked at her- Whitney, I will ask you then…have you seen a small, Auburn haired little girl. She is friendly with strangers, her skin is pale like her mothers, and her eyes are little shimmering pools of baby blues….-he almost sounded lost as he described Emily-

"I wouldn’t say little girl but yes i am….I’m not exactly stuck here. I know where i am and to be honest i want to stay in this time period. You’re the one in the pickle, not me." She knew that look in his eyes. Her own expression softening from the memory of his story she sighed deeply.

"Mr. McClain… You’re daughter isn’t here….I feel like i should tell you what happened to you but…i’m afraid something bad would happen if i did…"

tags   rp  
via  royston-crow  (originally  royston-crow)
4 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:44pm 82 notes

Silent pleas for help

wendydemon:

wendydemon:

whitney-dontstarve:

"Wendy i’m afraid to let you go outside…The wind might carry you off because of how thin you are and….it smells a bit in here… You don’t ask for anything anymore….Wendy What’s going on?" Best to get it over with.

The longer Whitney talked the…

Wendy shook her head. “She has been here. She could of took me. She’s giving me a chance to go back on my own without hurting you.” Wendy sounded hollow.

"She won’t either way. She can’t hurt me. The only way she can is if she does take you…" 

via  wendydemon  (originally  wendydemon)
4 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:38pm 17 notes