infused-science
Wilson P. Higgsbury, at your service.
Rp/Ask account for Wilson. | Wilson is a P.I. of the character. | Multiship | Event: none | M!A: None.
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Like or Reblog this post for a starter with Warly!
If you have any ideas just write them in the notes or slide it in my Asks!
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Hallowed Trinkets M!As
Broken Stake: Muse feels as if a stake has been driven through their ___, even though there is no wound to speak of.
Cubic Zirkonia Ball: Muse has vivid visions of what was, is, and is to come, but none of these visions are real.
Empty Elixer: Muse has drank an “elixer” of sugar water, but believes themselves to have been afflicted with ___.
Faux Fangs: Muse gains the physical characteristics of a ___ and is indistinguishable from the real thing, so much so that they actually believe they’re one. However, they’re still human and have none of the associated benefits or disadvantages of the real thing.
Monkey Paw: Muse’s every wish will be granted unknowingly, but with ironic results and they won’t know what’s happening or why.
Spider Ring: Muse thinks themselves to be “King/Queen of the ___” a la a cheesy villain from old horror movies, with their outfit and mannerisms reflecting this.
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I'm sure they'd all love your willow :)
All these new blogs I’m too scared to send an ask to.
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Wilson had meant nothing of calling wx a "friend". It was a mistake. He hasn't got a lot of friends and this is only a reminder of why. He has to try and fight to free himself, getting no words out. He can't breathe and something strange about this wilson starts up.
Circuitry patterns from the back of his hands trailing up his arms and to hos back light up purple before a powerful shock is released out of an attempt to survive this.
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BAD TOUCH - RANDOMLY GENERATED VIOLENCE
rolled: 8 - wrapping hands around your muse’s neck
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME, SCIENTIST?” WX turns to Wilson, glaring harshly. He should know better then to test them. They’ll tear apart the livelihoods of anthropomorphic pigs and bunnies alike with no remorse, they’ll separate little animals from their mothers without a second thought, and even when it came down to it, they dispatched fellow automatons. They have no problem breaking some bones of an insolent human.
The bot lunges forward, slamming themselves into Wilson to throw him to the ground before tightly gripping his neck. They hold him down that way, trying to suffocate him.
“DO YOU WANT TO REPEAT IT?” they ask, knowing full well he can’t talk as long as he’s choking.
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"Of course there is. I made way too many cookies."
"I'm gonna go into a sugar cookie induced coma."
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"I'm gonna go into a sugar cookie induced coma."
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Moonson got up, looking around. "This isn't my camp... I feel bad for whoever's camp it is." He looks back to the moonstone and goes about pulling a moonshard encrusted WX from the center of it. "C'mon bud--" They strain to say as the crystals start to break and the WX whirrs to life.
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A Somewhat stressful say comes to pass. Hounds just finished their attacks and the autumn is fading while winter grows ever nearer. The respite one can take of this evening was a full moon. No threats of the grue or any shadow monsters coming to snuff a fire...
Just a massive meteor of moonrock landing right in the middle of base and crushing the firepit. It was the only one, too. A perfect orb of marbled moonrock.
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Send me /MEMORIES HURT/ for my muse to share a painful memory.
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Man I wanna do more Willow threads but the muse just isn’t there for her ;-;
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[ @littlemxtchgirl ] timidly hands him one (1) charcoal and bolts it
He looks at it, curious. Wilson bites it and realizes it tastes awful. He has not a single clue what this actually is.
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Willow has something in her hands. Probably wants to give it to you, but feels a little awkward about it.
Do you accept her gift?
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"ghn..." The wilson sounds, showing life as he starts to sit up. He takes in a gasp of air and coughs. Once he finally seemed to clear his lungs, he stood up and processed the fact words were spoken to him. "I'm quite alive, surprisingly..."
@escapedking
A Somewhat stressful say comes to pass. Hounds just finished their attacks and the autumn is fading while winter grows ever nearer. The respite one can take of this evening was a full moon. No threats of the grue or any shadow monsters coming to snuff a fire...
Just a massive meteor of moonrock landing right in the middle of base and crushing the firepit. It was the only one, too. A perfect orb of marbled moonrock.
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A knock is heard at the door, more of a formality than anything as the one who knocked opens the door not even a second later. The distinct smell of fish hits Wilson before a firm THWAP! Against his face and a thud as the “weapon” is dropped and the culprit, seemingly dressed as a bear, runs out. The “weapon” is a salmon. There’s a little note, “Merry Thanksgiving!” -W & K
Wilson lied there, bewildered for a while. What was a bear??? What is thanksgiving?????? Now he has a huge fish in his home and quite the bruise from being walloped with said fish.
"Did... Did I just get my house broken into??" He questions to himself.
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“I think rabbits have feelings, just not many.”
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The moonrock is perfectly smooth and cool to the touch. Though... Something can't help but feel wrong about it. Is... Is it moving? Examining it closer would reveal it is, indeed, rocking back and fourth. Slowly, the rocking grows more and more noticiable until the rock starts breaking like some great big horrible egg.
It rolls out of the firepit, crushing some chests and a science machine. The chests had gunpowder in at least one of them, given the explosion that shatters the moonrock orb finally. When the dust settles, there's a Wilson on the ground with crystals growing from their hair and one of their arms.
Not to mention their spine or the five crystals floating above their head.
@escapedking
A Somewhat stressful say comes to pass. Hounds just finished their attacks and the autumn is fading while winter grows ever nearer. The respite one can take of this evening was a full moon. No threats of the grue or any shadow monsters coming to snuff a fire...
Just a massive meteor of moonrock landing right in the middle of base and crushing the firepit. It was the only one, too. A perfect orb of marbled moonrock.
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