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"An' anöther thing...! An' anöther thing..."
This had probably been exactly why alcohol was so slim frequently unearthed around here... This had been exactly why Wigfrid had not been allowed to drink.
She gestured vaguely in the direction Maxwell had been, trying to beckon him forward with a few vague sweeps of her hand... Of course, that wasn't going to work. There were probably few places in the Constant Maxwell would have rather not have been than by the side of that loud little woman who could barely hold her drink.
Not that she cared. As was evident by the person she was, she was just going to keep on talking anyways.
"... Were thee tö tell me all thöse ceaseless, bitter mööns agö that this... fearsöme mage... this Maxwell... wöuld gröw tö be a trusted ally... Wöuld put such talent an'... craftsmanship and the like töwards the betterment öf the whöle... Perhaps I wöuld have laughed. Ör killed thee, ör... whichever happened first. Perhaps böth-"
Her hand swayed a little. The contents of her chalice sloshed about a bit. She paid heed to neither of those things. If she even noticed at all.
"But truly... tö be here för such glöriöus redemptiön... Tö... euhk... Tö fight alöngside öne I önce föught against, withöut fear... withöut döubt in my mind öf threat, ör ill intent... ör fear.... Ah... uh-"
She was losing her train of thought a little bit... Had she said fear twice? Ah, it didn't matter.
"A töast, yes? Tö a man möst redeemed... Tö new beginnings and brighter dawns... Tö a gööd cömpaniön."
A subconscious downing of the glass... Perhaps she should have started reeling herself in, by now. Ah well...
#Wigfrid; the Valiant#Maxwell; the Forgiven Mage#shadowedmagic#all i can think abt is that 'lets get you to bed grandma' meme#'MAXWELL IS CÖÖL... AND WE'RE GÖÖD FRIENDS-' 'sure wigfrid lets get you to bed now'#if max's refresh comes out and it becomes canon that he's getting worse and backtracking on his character arc somebody remind me to rb this#i think that would be. the funniest thing on earth.#ask
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— HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTION ??
bold for usually . italics for sometimes. * for Woodrow / past
ANGER. jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going non-verbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.
JOY. easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing / giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.
SADNESS. crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates, trains and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol*, uses drugs*, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.
EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME. blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.
GUILT. avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt / conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others*.
FEAR / ANXIETY. trembling, crying, sarcasm / sass to cope,rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewellery / clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyses, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn.
#⚙ cogito ergo sum .#⚙ flaw in the code .#⚙ grinding gears .#muse games#taken from shadowedmagic#hehe I love stealingggg I love taking things
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✯:. Welcome to SHADOWEDMAGIC ! Selective rp / ask blog for MAXWELL && WILLIAM CARTER from the videogame DON’T STARVE / TOGETHER ! As conducted by Rye.
[ non-mutual / oc / crossover / duplicate friendly || beta editor restricted. ]
「 RULES ≛ ABOUT ≛ VERSES 」
EST. 3/2023 || LOW-ACTIVITY. || dash only
#OOC.#MUSING / AES.#DASH COMM.#DASH GAMES.#PROMPTS.#PROMO.#SELF PROMO.#[ maxwell ] — ic.#[ william ] — ic.#[ william ] — v. pre-constant#[ william ] — v. survivor#[ maxwell ] — v. shadow king#[ maxwell ] — v. survivor#[ maxwell ] — v. the forge#[ maxwell ] — v. verdant#[ maxwell ] — v. anomaly#[ jack ] — ic.#[ jack ] — v. survivor
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@shadowedmagic:
[ cont ]
...that’s one way to start a conversation, Charlie.
Catching him off guard, making everything much more awkward than it had to be... she’s starting to believe that’s her speciality!
What would her mother think?
And yet, when she noticed that man, she couldn’t help herself.
Charlie never truly believed in magic, before transferring to the big city, but after going to one of his shows - in a terrible spot, with an awful person she agreed to go out with just because she was curious and desperate to have a night out of her sorry excuse of an apartment - she could finally understand why people did. She would’ve loved to exchange some words with that odd English man once the show was over, to understand some of his tricks, but between her ‘date’ and the dozens and dozens of other members of the audience having the same idea she had to give up on that thought.
So, when she met hat amazing magician walking around town just a few days later, Charlie genuinely believed that fate wanted to give her a second chance at that.
All she needed was the right line to break the ice, something that wouldn’t make her seem obsessive or desperate or... whatever that poor man might think of her.
Clearly, she failed miserably! Before he spoke, she almost worried she made a mistake.
“Oh, no, my apologies! I shouldn’t have bursted in like that.” there we go, much better.
“I just... didn’t get the chance to personally compliment you last week, at your show, and I told myself... Hey! What if I do it now, unprompted and out of nowhere?”
Nevermind she’s just doing making it worse.
#•[ 🌹 ]| interactions |[ 🥀 ]•#she's just. basically she's just baby.#shadowedmagic#v2 ; •[ 🌹 ]| A Lovely Assistant |[ 🥀 ]•
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« is THAT charlie? » from william?
“What? Where??” Willow squeaked, trying to follow William’s eyes to finally see that damned Queen... and, really, not having many troubles finding her considering she was followed by Terrorbeaks.
Frankly... she was disappointed.
Is that even the right word? It’s not like she had particularly high expectations, really, but considering how the last ruler of the Constant looked like, that seemed like a completely normal pretty woman!
That’s the reason they’re still stuck in there?! A middle aged woman with funny eyes?!
“I expected her to be more... lanky.”
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Wendy had considered this approach for awhile. Ever since another had taken possession of the Nightmare Throne and displaced Maxwell, it was a question that burned in the back of her mind. One she didn’t know if she should ask. It wasn’t in her nature to mince words. She was known for saying things that unsettled others or asking questions when no one else would. This, however, was different. There was something inherently...personal to this one.
When she had made up her mind, the only thing still holding her back was the cautious whispers of Abigail trying to dissuade her from approaching the former king. She thought it was a bad idea. She thought it would unearth something she didn’t want to find. For awhile, she listened and kept her distance. She would keep quiet and avoid contact where she could, all for the whims of her deceased sister. She had always been her guiding light, after all.
But even she had a limited pool of patience and still she held onto the inherent intrigue of a child. That, and there was little point in delaying the inevitable. Such a lesson she learned from the grief befallen her after Abigail’s death.
With small hands folded neatly behind her dirty red skirt and blonde hair falling in tangles in front of hard to read eyes, she thought a moment longer, then raised her gaze to where she might find the sharper features of the disgraced magician. “Why did you bring me here?” She asked flatly and she could hear the distant hush of Abigail keeping watch a few meters away. She let the words linger and fester before canting her head towards her shoulder and tracing pupils along his strangely familiar face. “Was it on purpose? I guess I haven’t been the best daughter in recent times...”
#🥀 Can It Shear My Heart | RP#rp thread#shadowedmagic#(i hope this is okay!! let me know if youd like something different for a starter :>)#(edit: shoot i posted this before putting an icon in ajknfkaj oh well qwq)
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❛ is there something you’d like to tell me ? ❜ - making the executive decision of being incredibly unhelpful in leaving muse choices to you
Woodie was away again, and Lucy was left in the safety of the camp. He would have presumably travelled to a safe distance for this full moon, she hated it but understood that he'd be back, he always was.
Although when the others were busy too, enough so that she was left alone with Maxwell. The axe was silent, much more silent than she'd like to be.
There were so many things she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to ask, but she just either didn't want to or just didn't care enough to do so.
After spending a moment thinking to herself, choosing her words with care to ensure the former king would get the picture on how she felt, she decided soon enough.
"... Go kick a cactus."
#[[being juicy today fellas]]#[[also. yeah might give context later honestly nsdklfmdksl]]#‘’We make a good team!‘’ [Lucy]#A Question worth Answering [Ask]#shadowedmagic
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☭? eye?
Battle Theme: The Grey Crow - Death's Door OST
Battle intro: "Really done it this time, haven't ya, Max?"
Victory: "Don't come around here again."
Defeat: "...why do you hate me?"
Assist: "Can take a hit're two fer you, bud. Maybe."
Taunt: "No parlor tricks here, fella."
Reacting to Taunt: "Now that's just rude."
Flee: "Oh, now four against one just ain't fair."
Reacting to Flee: "I know these woods better than anyone, buddy. I will find you."
Tie: "Much as I don't want to, I think we ought 't call this. Snow's startin' to come down hard, best not to get caught in it."
Perfect Victory: "Yer not really so tough, are you?"
Finish Move: Woodie just. Pins Maxwell to a tree by the throat with his forearm. He's not going to kill the magician, but he's clearly not happy with him, either.
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“It does seem to ‘constantly’ find new dangers.”
The fruit must’ve been truly low hanging for her to not even have to go for it, instead accidentally smacking her head on it without even a thought.
Give her a minute.
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[ ✘ biggest regret? something that keeps him up at night
Ah, so here is where the fun begins.
This question made Wagstaff shrink back into himself, perhaps bringing to mind some scraggly frightened animal. His brows furrowed anxiously as his eyes darted about before settling on his hands while they fiddled with his scarf.
“I... deeply hurt some folks I hold very dear to me not too long ago. I’ve been told I wasn’t in my right mind at the time, but as far as I can tell I was myself - just not the part I usually let people see. I’m still not sure if those bridges can be fully mended or if some of the damage I did was just too much...”
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😶 + "It's a fool's charade to think about it," words already spoken with dangerous lint; one sharp, uncaring in its boredom, "To escape the Constant? Ridiculous. They guard their toys jealously," he paused, scoffing and picking away at the chipped edges of the axe in his hands, "But it is better to be prepared than not. One day, you might have to find yourself in a world far more unwelcoming than this. One day, you might have to face yourself. So. Say, Valkyrie, are you ready for that?" the corners of his mouth curled up, though not entirely unsympathetic, "Do you even know yourself?" [ <3
"Wigfrid. Valiant Valkyrie. Warriör öf the Wööds."
She didn't meet his eye, but her own glistened with a newfound steel as she dragged a piece of flint across her blade- a bit firmer and sharper than before. The subsequent scraping noise was harsh, but otherwise unbothersome.
Another scrape. The flesh dug into her skin a little bit.
"Yöu can nöt weapönize knöwledge and feign ignörance simultaniöusly, yöu överhasty wretch. That was thy first fölly."
Another scrape. A pause- catching her own reflection in her blade's edge. Then a new scrape again, running the sharpener straight across it. As though cutting her mirrorself in two.
"I knöw myself better than yöu cöuld ever höpe tö. Than anyöne cöuld ever höpe tö. I knöw my place, my göals, and what it is that awaits me. I've earned my place with the same certainty that I've earned my title. Dö nöt act as thöugh yöu're simply unprivy tö what blööd stains my hands."
A new pause… And when she spoke again, her voice was… quieter. Strained. As if- even despite it all- her own mind still resented the way such words left her lips.
"Dö nöt act as if I can nöt see his staining yöur öwn. Yöu thrust thy blade aböut- pöking höles in perfectly söund reasön- för what? Tö sööthe yöur öwn damned cöwardness? Sö starved för cömpany in that miserable pit öf yöurs, are yöu? Thöu shöuld knöw better tö start fights with mirrörs, Maxwell. The shards bite back."
#wigfrid; the valiant#maxwell; the forgiven mage#i love writing this tag every time he pulls some new bullshit 💕 forgiven my ass youre kissin evil women over there#ask#shadowedmagic#can't get enough of the imagery of wig and max beating their past selves into a red paste w their bare hands. its everything 2 me#is she bluffing is she being /srs. who knows
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@shadowedmagic ; Maxwell
Fear is the gut feeling that rises when Wes first sees the familiar figure. Memories of the irony of that invisible box, the surrounding clockworks, and his eventual rescue are difficult to ignore.
But what is Wes, if not patient, and friendly? He’s become familiar with the concept of doubles and alternates, and he knows that this Maxwell is not his own.
And so the mime braves an approach, taking a deep breath and striding over, forgetting his footsteps fall as silent as his voice. He doesn’t know what reaction he’s expecting Maxwell to have, he only knows that he’s willing to try making friends with anyone that will give him the chance.
Wes pauses, then walks around to get in front of Maxwell, and offer a smile and wave.
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☠️ - does your muse fear death? ⚪ - what are small things that mean something to your muse ? [ questionnn ; ACCEPTING ]
[ you’d expect someone like him, he died over and over and over, who faced Charlie nearly every night during his time in his invisible prison, to be used to it. To not fear it anymore and tread death as an everyday thing
...you’d be wrong
And that’s why he always appreciates it when the others check on him, even by simply giving him a quick look and a nod. They know he’s a fragile little lad and finally having someone not seeing him as a pest to VERY UNJUSTLY AND OVERLY AGGRESSIVELY torture is sweet ]
#|| 🎈 || • about&headcanons • || 🎈 ||#shadowedmagic#wes vc (and with that i mean ASL) maxwell carter is a bitch ass motherfucker
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Charlie wasn't sure of what brought her to speak to him, to be quite honest.
Simple boredom, she thought at first. It kept bothering her in the last few days, enough to make her defy her captors most loyal subjects - Them, the throne, you name it - and step away from her safe haven - her own personal part of that corrupted world - and interact with her pawns face to face; or, maybe, it was the more monstrous part of her, the one she still couldn't fully control once night fell, hostile and sadistic, who saw him as an easy prey.
Maybe she simply wondered if his dwindling sanity would make him think she wasn't even there to begin with - that she was nothing but an apparition his corrupted mind created to torture him even further.
...but did that even matter?
After all, she spent the entire day following him already. It wasn't rare for Maxwell to not ask for help to the other survivors - stubborn as he was, she was surprised his companions still tried to offer their assistance -, but seeing him fight on his own was always... should she call it amusing? Interesting?
Again, it's a mixture of curiosity and sadism. And maybe, deep down, something more, something stupid and weak that she's much rather ignore.
"Always with that surprised tone..." the Queen spoke again, her jovial yet cold voice echoing behind every rock, every tree, even inside his own shadow -- everywhere the setting sun couldn't reach -- before finally appearing behind him, seemingly rising from the ground.
"You should know better than anyone else that I'm always watching, Maxy."
#•[ 🌹 ]| interactions |[ ��� ]•#v1 ; •[ 🌹 ]| a new reign |[ 🥀 ]•#shadowedmagic#wrote from mobile so i hope its good sjfifi
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,,,also Shield,,, from either max or william,,, as a treat? [ NOW CLOSED ]
Willow hated clockworks more than anything else.
...no, that’s a lie. There were plenty of things and people she hated much more, but considering the current situation they were currently hogging the #1 position in the Firestarters’ Top Hated Creatures In The Constant.
Dealing with Maxwell during a gathering mission was already bad enough - how many times did he complain about this and that, since they left the camp?! She decided she wouldn’t bother counting when he had a particularly rude comment about a Catcoon -, but of course she had to make it worse and suggest to get some gears, either for WX or for another ice box.
‘It’s just a Knight and a Bishop’, she said. ‘It can’t be too bad’, she said.
COmpletely forgetting how good said Bishops were at shooting.
The Knight was gone, but by the time it fell into pieces so did her makeshift armor, destroyed under yet another attack by that sorry excuse of a robot mage. If she had a staff it wouldn’t have been a problem at all, but armed with nothing but an half broken Tentacle Spike and lacking the patience needed to remain focused during a fight, she found herself unable to react in time.
The Bishop charged, and she could just stand there, almost tripping on her own feet, not expecting it to attack so quickly...
...attack that never reached her, tho.
One that ended up hitting Maxwell, who...
...did he just walk between her and the Bishop? Maybe he just tripped as well. Surely it must’ve been all an accident, right?
“H-Hey, are you okay-?”
Neverthless, she couldn’t help but feel worried.
Guilty, even.
Which is... rather absurd, considering with who she was talking.
Great, let’s add some conflicting feelings to this whole situation. The day couldn’t get any worse!
#LETS GOOOOOOO#not me letting tatsu choose everything for this fnasdgm#also sidenote but bishops despised HOW can they ALWAYS manage to hit me#bishops op @klei please nerf#• |[ 🔥 interactions 🔥 ]| •#shadowedmagic#q
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[ more oc’s 💖 i am looking and holding respectfully they are beloveds
[ Thank you so much omg qwq!!! I have so many DST ocs it's almost embarrassing ;; But!! I've been making some new ones so have this little wip of one I'm working on rn! ]
His name is Wings and he's a thespian who was fused with his sister's wind up toy after making a deal with Maxwell to "dress up and perform to his hearts desire" or something of the sort!! I have a whole idea about how he would be unlocked in base DS by finding his wind up key and returning it to his body because he can't move or do much without it? It's a very silly OC idea but I thought it was cute so,, here he is!
I swear I have fully human ocs too 😔 ]
#🐺 Howling At The Moon | OOC#🐺 In The Dark I Have No Name | Asks#shadowedmagic#mun art#(THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME#The idea people would like any of my ocs is so flattering kjnfkjaefa;;;; youre so sweet thank you aaaaaa aefknjea /////#im sorry to disappoint you with wings /lh/)
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