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)
1 hour ago on 29 August 2014 ~ 7:53pm 81 notes

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

via  considermetheprophet  (originally  empathd)
23 hours ago on 28 August 2014 ~ 10:06pm 13,670 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)
1 day ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:57pm 15 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)
1 day ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:55pm 13 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)
1 day ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:50pm 6 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." 

1 day 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)
1 day ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:44pm 81 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)
1 day ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 10:38pm 15 notes

Ugh. Nighty night. Third day of school tomorrow. I also have driving class and I’ve got to do parking. UGH.))

tags   ooc    night  
2 days ago on 27 August 2014 ~ 12:12am 1 note

dueltherapy:

A bit bored, are we?

Shut up.

Oh come now, why not get some shuteye while I watch the camp?

Like hell I would let you do that. I know what would happen.

Heh.Heh. You know me too well Washington.

Of course I do. Now shut up so I can sleep and get you out of me head.

Man, you’re not fun anymore~ 

Just don’t forget about your pocketwatch~

SHUT UP!!

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.

via  dueltherapy  (originally  dueltherapy)
2 days ago on 26 August 2014 ~ 11:51pm 13 notes

Ooc-shit, shit and more shit

Shit. Didn’t get to replies today. Was busy sewing and getting my Lolita outfit ready for tomorrow’s rgv Lolita meet up.
Also was using my chance to use this giant basket full of copics and prismas to draw with while my brothers girlfriend stayed the night.
I’ll get to the one drawing and replies tomorrow! (Morning maybe…evening for sure!))

6 days ago on 23 August 2014 ~ 3:24am

Reblog if you’re in Don’t Starve rp comunity and your blog is active and willing to rp.

via  starvingformusic  (originally  walterfirelly)
1 week ago on 22 August 2014 ~ 3:12am 133 notes

100 Questions About You OC

mobiusringtone:

To fill out for fun or for people to ask~

1. What is your OC’s name?

2. What is your OC’s gender?

3. What is your OC’s sexual orientation?

4. How old are they?

5. What species are they- human, animal, alien, robot, none of the above?

6. What is their family like? Do they have one?

7. Who…

via  mobiusringtone  (originally  mobiusringtone)
1 week ago on 22 August 2014 ~ 3:08am 1,661 notes

Send me ‘✍’ and I will draw your muse horribly on MSPaint

1 week ago on 22 August 2014 ~ 3:00am 5,300 notes

ooc- listing my baby ocs

Ok i have away too many ocs.

First theres my two survivors who are both stupid and a tad gullible

Whitney and Wick

Then i have a creature of the island who likes to drown people and look hot and be snarky as shit but is super sweet once you know him

Fisk

And now i have my Witch doctor/ Constantine/ The Dresden Files oc who’s a super bad ass chick but also super edgy and shit

Eva Ryder

1 week ago on 22 August 2014 ~ 2:48am 2 notes