#AND W FOR THE START OF WIGFRID

[munchieminch]

this took longer than expected and this is my first posted wes fanart ???? crazy Based off of the beloved maxwes TRUTHER @kesia-stupid-arts and this answer she gave an ask:

which reminded me of THIS jerma meme please enjoy im so nervous posting this

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

i've mentioned this a lot on discord before, but i feel like the fact that wigfrid's in-game alias is 'the performance artist' really... i don't know what the word i'm looking for is. but i feel as though it did a pretty big disservice for her character.

like, yes, she is a performance artist. but when she was first introduced through hamlet- before she had much room for characterization beyond the base game and the two dlc- it wasn't immediately obvious she was an actress. it was pretty clear to some extent she was pretending, but the concept of acting- of the artistic undertones, of the motif of the performance- could only be found in a total of like. four quotes. and three of them were from shipwrecked.

i feel as though if that was kept hush hush, it may have convinced more people to engage with her... digging around in the quotes, finding the odd ones out, coming to a collective conclusion on the secrets of her identity. it probably wouldn't even be something casual players would know, if they didn't experiment with her.

i guess the part i find the biggest shame is that since it's so obvious to the community that wigfrid is an actress (you know, because the game literally spells it out for you), they forget that it's not obvious for. the rest of the survivors, maybe. even if wigfrid was popular, it's unlikely anyone other than maxwell would have known or heard about her. but there's so many fics i read where there's just this precontext that it's obvious that shes acting.

it's obvious that she's pretending. but pretending and acting are very different things.

[mothbeasts]

okay cleaver in dst would be interesting too i think personally. Something something can couriers survive HELL. cleaver voice ummm i dont think this is the mojave.

[the-constant-battle-2023]

DST POLL 2023 MASTERPOST

inspired by @/sexymanotd's sexyman rematch poll, this event will follow a similar format. with each round, this post will be updated with links and winners!

ROUND ONE:

Wanda vs. Ms. Wickerbottom

Robert Wagstaff vs. Wilbur

Winona W. vs. Maybelle D. Wheeler

Wigfrid vs. Willow

(Pre-Constant) Charlie W. vs. Queen Charlie

Warly vs. Walani

WX-78 vs. Woodrow

Wortox vs. Wormwood

Wilson P. Higgsbury vs. Maxwell

Woodlegs vs. Jack Carter

William Carter vs. Wes

Woodie vs. Wolfgang

Walter vs. Wendy Carter

Wurt vs. Wilba

Genny vs. Abigail L. Carter

Human Webber vs. Spider Webber

ROUND TWO:

the mods here decided to change things up a little bit :] starting from round two, the match-ups will be randomly assigned (in the hopes to make things more fair)

Ms. Wickerbottom vs. Abigail L. Carter

Wormwood vs. Wagstaff

Winona W. vs. Queen Charlie

Wilson P. Higgsbury vs. Willow

Warly vs. Wurt

Wendy Carter vs. WX-78

Jack Carter vs. Woodie

Wes vs. Spider Webber

ROUND THREE:

Woodie vs. Wormwood

Ms. Wickerbottom vs. Warly

Queen Charlie vs. Spider Webber

Wendy Carter vs. Willow

BONUS ROUND: Maxwell vs. WX-78

ROUND FOUR:

Wendy vs. Webber

Warly vs. Wormwood

ROUND FIVE (FINAL ROUND):

WARLY VS. WEBBER

[aftout]

List of the few things abt ACC which r stored in the depths of my brain that make me giggle a bit

Literally everything that ends up happening to Wanda within the first twenty minutes (it’s awful but the train wreck is so captivating that I cannot look away)

Wigfrid and Wheeler in pig jail

Wilbur (just in general)

WX-78 talking with the same cadence as Closet from Barbie: Life In the Dreamhouse

Wormwood accidentally shoving people over because he has zero awareness of his own strength

When Wanda asked Wilson if he was named after the ball in Cast Away

Ok it’s not funny at all but it also really is: the fact that everyone keeps dying all the time. Maxwell gets beheaded at some point and then has the nerve to come back.

Dollinda being French?

The time Walani put Wanda to sleep using a sleeping dart because the latter was too paranoid to doze off on her own

Walani asking Woodlegs to make her walk the plank so she can “relive old times” and Wanda needing to shut the idea down IMMEDIATELY

The time Wilba pointed at one of Maxwell’s statues and declared “TACKY.”

This isn’t even strictly ACC related but Wagstaff straight up taking the moon’s power will never not be hysterical to me

Wickerbottom and Willow taking ten billion years to figure out that they are biologically related

None of the Florids knowing how to cook.

Maxwell and Wilson’s unnecessary history with one another

When sea foam starts dripping from Abigail’s mouth??? Webber asked Wendy if she had rabies once.

Walter and Maxwell bonding over being so fucking scart of Wes

Wortox having an older sister who can reanimate skeletons and she calls every single one of them Wilton because she’s REALLY BAD at naming things

Max speaking like an accordion yet everyone understands it anyways

WX-78 webber adopshion

Wormwood being part Tree Guard?

Wigfrid’s real name being Anita. This is funny because Anita does NOT start with a W.

The fact that the Florids and Juries SUCK at being neighbors

“Guys what’s that black dog looking thing.” “Wanda, dude, that’s a rabbit?” “No it’s not.”

Winona opening up about missing Genny and WX laughing at her in response, apologizing, and then laughing again

[arolesbianism]

Oh ya I never did actually share all the swaps in the dst roleswap au huh. Uhhhh list and basic ideas below the cut babey

Wigfrid (Wilson): basically just Wigfrid but if she never auditioned for Wigfrid and got into a few too many fights with different directors and then moved out into the middle of nowhere to pout. She and Wanda were also penpalls, and she is also autistic as hell

Wx-78 (Maxwell): after having debatably accidentally maybe murdering a fellow scientist they fled to britain to remake their identity (they still named themself Wx-78 lol) and while they were there they picked up a young easy to manipulate eager young "scientist" as their "assistant" and took him with them back to the us to attempt to rebuild their resources and continue their research. I made a whole other post abt them already so I won't go through it all here but long story short they got attached had a breakdown over getting attached and fucked over his life only to have it backfire on them spectacularly and they ended up on the nightmare throne rip

Wilson (Charlie): the previously mentioned young scientist, he was picked up by Wx as a teenager, and proceeded to idolise them for a while, but began to grow impatient and itched to make his own scientific discoveries. Soon after, he found the codex, and initially researched it in secret, but eventually got fond out and was forced to hand it over to Wx. The two would continue to research it together, but eventually Wx abruptly called off any further research into the constant and the two got into a big fight. Soon after this, Wx kicked out Wilson (who was in his early 20s at the time) and in an act of desperate rage Wilson attempted to break into the lab a few days later to steal the codex, leading to a bit of a wrestle between him and Wx which ended in them both getting dragged into the constant

Wanda (Wendy): our secondary protagonist, this is basically just a Wanda who never invented time travel lol. She is still alas not immune to the consequences of other Wandas who fiddled with time though, as soon before being dragged into the constant two separate versions of herself tried to travel to her world, both dying in the process. Now she is haunted by both a 17 year old version of herself and a god knows how many year old version of herself who are both yelling at her to invent time travel and are both refusing to elaborate on anything ever. She is very stressed all the time but hey at least both ghosts seem invested in keeping her alive

Abigail (Walter): less of a boy scout and more of a kid who eats random berries that have been laying in the dirt for a week. She didn't die in this au, but after she dragged Wendy out to some woods for a fun lil adventure, the two got separated, and after hours of searching, she ended up having to be dragged home as soon after Wendy was declared missing. Not fully understanding what was going on, Abby packed up some snacks and headed back out in secret to try to find her sister. She ended up getting super lost, and after a few nights, she finally broke down as she found a torn up remnants of one of Wendy's belongings, hungry and cold and just wanting to bring her sister home. Unfortunately for her, a certain figure would offer her a way to reunite with her sister (but hey, they weren't completely lying)

Wendy (Wx-78): its this point onwards that things start getting less detailed as we get into the "Im still working on it ok" zone. But long story short, Wendy died in the woods, a certain little boy did a fun lil dubiously scientific science to bring him back, yay. Unfortunately, he lost most of his memories, and ended up just wandering sitting around for a good while feeling empty and meaningless, leaving him to be very vulnerable to being manipulated by our favorite dipshit

Walter (Wanda): lil guy who has been stuck in a hell of a timeloop, to the point where he has long since lost the ability to remember the start of it. All he rly knows is that he has a weird curse going on, and that he has a watch he doesn't remember how he got that he has to use to stop it. Well more like prolong the inevitable. He's generally similar to canon Walter, but with a bit more of a not rly present vibe abt him. He has issues lol

Wes (Wigfrid): now here's where we start getting rly vague. My basic idea for Wes is that he's a famous actor who kind of ended up where he is by accident, and has basically spent the past few years constantly in character and never showing his face out of deep rooted anxiety. This habit continues strong into the constant, where he always strictly sticks to the character of whatever mask he's wearing. His different masks are based off of canon don't starve characters, but I'm not gonna go into my hypothetical kits for this au here lol

Willow (Wolfgang): having been forced into a sort of heel like role for most of her life, shes used to being treated like a villain and has learned to revel in the role. To the point where she very much started taking it too far lol. I imagine she still worked for Them to some extent, but in a much more. Openly violent way. I could go more into my ideas for her, but thatd just turn into kit talk so moving on

Wickerbottom (Woodie): she definitely has a colorful past, having amassed 3 werebeast curses and a decent amount of enemies, but I'll admit I uh. Don't have very detailed ideas for her backstory. I'm thinking she probably knew Wolfgang and Woodie, and that her werebeast forms are a werebat, a werecat and a wereghost, but thats abt it

Wurt (Wormwood): rly nothing too fancy here. She's a treeguard probably, she considers plants friends, she likes to learn, wow

Wormwood (Wurt): same sitch here, hes just a friendly merm

Webber (Wagstaff): the mystery boy himself, it's him! Im going to proceed to not elaborate as he's very important but I still need to develop him A Lot

Charlie (Webber): she cave spider

Winona (Warly): either an ex linecook or a survival chef or smth? Idk I feel like there's potential here but I still need to chose a concrete direction to take her

Maxwell (Wes): he's just William lmao

Woodie (Willow): local canadian haunted by fire. Idk man he's probably kinda depresses

Wolfgang (Wickerbottom): I'm gonna be real with y'all he's Wickerbottom cause that was the last thing I had left over. I imagine he probably got wrapped up in her drama back in the day and was left to maintain her library after she disappeared into the night at some point. After that library fire happened and similar sitch as canon except he is very much not happy abt absorbing so much cursed knowledge and is just shaking and crying anytime he has to apply said knowledge

Warly (Winona): Im gonna be real I have like nothing for him rn but Ill get to it I prommy

Wilba (Wortox): Wilba jumpscare! I'm gonna be real I just wanted an excuse to include her. I'm thinking she's Claus's kid and has gimmics based off of that, but otherwise no real thoughts abt her atm

And I thinkkkkk that's everyone? Idk it's 1 am if I missed someone Im sorry but also I need 2 sleep

[celestialaltar]

in the same vein i will simply hold a character klei has shown for 1 postcard and a whole 3 seconds and i will shake him like a rat

everyday i go “man i should work on that fic about him” and then i Don’t

[cameoappearance]

DS Fandom Experience #372: Alternating between approval and appalled, astonished disbelief when you see the full names someone else came up with for the cast ‘cause only Wilson P. Higgsbury, the Carter family, Robert Wagstaff, and Maybelle D. Wheeler have actual canon first and last names and everyone has a different idea of what sounds good/fits the characters

(and for that matter it’s technically still unconfirmed that Wendy and Abigail are Carters, just very very likely, and Maxwell still using his birth surname instead of going mononymous is also unconfirmed but wtf else are we gonna use to distinguish him from other guys named Maxwell)

[cease-starvation]

Wigfrid had been suspicious of this entire thing, though at one point she relaxed and started to have a little fun, the lights dimming and some extinguishing themselves, the sudden, very strong feeling she was being watched by something not of this realm, and whispers of an audience, her senses ignited, now like a threatened cat, she glanced around, head low and shifting her being to where the noises were coming from.

She attempted to think about what weapon she could create from the environment around her, maybe she could take the forks and use those to defend herself, or take apart the chairs' legs to craft herself some form of staff or spear.

When she heard.. an old voice, a gentleman's call for her name... ‘M i s s  W i g f r i d ? ‘ 

It spoke to her, the soft, elderly, british accented voice. It stood out from the whispers, louder than she could ever be prepared for. It threw her off, but only for a second.

Shaking her head from her previously broken looking state, she reminded herself of the party and to stay focused, try to find something sharp, or blunt, enough to cause damage to whoever, or whatever would jump at her or her compatriots.

Although that voice still remained in her head, she tried not to think about it, she doesn't know who that was. She doesn't want to remember who that was.

[dontstarve-maxwil-imeanmaxwell]

Chapter 3

(This one is a realllyyy long one, and I think Wickerbottom kinda knows what’s up)

“Your being quite nice dear, why with the change of heart?” Wickerbottom had seen how Maxwell has changed over the course of days, from a snarky old man, to a child who had found a new toy, and Wickerbottom was worried as to what that said “toy” might be. Maxwell stopped stirring the meat stew and hummed to himself, “ If you must know, I have found a new little hobby” “And what might that be maxwell?” “ Getting to know my camp members more” Wickerbottom stared at him for a bit while chopping the carrots, there was an underlying tone behind what he said, she could feel it, and she hoped he wasn’t bullying any of them, god forbid hurt any of them. As if he knew what she was thinking he was quick to add,” No one will be harmed, really, you can hold me to that”, He watched as she added the carrots and closed the lid to the crockpot,” You sound like Wilson when he wants to try one of his new prototypes on someone, I think I should be a little worried”, at the sound of Wilson’s name Maxwells lips turned up into a small smirk, not a mean one, just a playful one, and that was all Wickerbottom needed,” So this is about Wilson?” Maxwell crossed his arms over his chest and clicked his tongue,” He wanted to try out a hypothesis, and I only wish to help him out” Another cryptic message Wickerbottom thought. She sighed and sat on a log near the fire waiting for the stew to be done,” I hope you aren’t going to make a game out of bullying him, his sanity goes down quite quick you know” She scolded Maxwell, and he quirked a brow,” I didn’t say anything about bullying, Like I said, I’m just helping a pal out”, She looked at him with a smile, maybe he was trying to bond with the others, even if it was in his own way, and with one person, but it was a start. When she first saw him she was angry, but at the same time she was one of the first ones to help him out, you could say there was a connection with old age, but it was mostly the wisdom they both shared on Magic that brought them at a truce. At this point she might even consider him a friend at this point, after all he did confide in her, whether he noticed it or not. She looked over to Maxwell who was looking through the codex Umbra and got up to check on the stew, seeing as it was done she again brought her attention to Maxwell, “ Dear why don’t you tell everyone it’s time for dinner? And if you can try to drag Wilson out of his little work station, being holed up in there won’t do any good, he has been in there all day” Maxwell nodded and got up. He went to the tents and found Wendy, Webber, and Wes, Woodie was coming in the entrance with an armful of chopped logs, with Wolfgang in tow helping him carry more and Wigfrid with more meat from hunting, WX was in the garden with Winona, complaining about organics while conversing about upgrades, and all that was left was Wilson

“ Do you ever rest that big brain of yours?” Wilson flailed around for a bit when Maxwell spoke into his ear (why did everyone do that?!) “D-Dammit Maxwell! Do you always have to announce your presence like that all the time!?” Maxwell leaned back a bit so the scientist could turn to face him, “Well for one, I don’t think I could have gotten your attention from calling you a few feet away with you so focused on your work...” He flicked his gaze to what Wilson was working on, to Wilsons face,” And it is quite fun to see your reactions, I am sure many others in the camp would agree”, Wilson huffed,” Well if anything I spend my time productively,( not playing pranks might I add), I was making a saddle for the Beefalos, I noticed the other one isnt as comfortable and they reject it faster, so I was wondering if I could modify it to make it more comfortable for both rider and Beefalo”, Maxwell made a face and muttered something about ‘stupid beasts’ before noticing the flute that was on its way to being done on the other side of the work table, completley forggeting what he even came to the scientist for he said,” I never thought of you as the musical type higssbury”, Wilson looked to the flute as well and smiled fondly,” Call it a guilty pleasure, but I make them quite often, its mostly for the children, but I do know how to play it”

“ Stuck in that shack of yours I never saw any instruments like this, I almost thought you had no hobbies”, Wilson looked a little deep in thought before speaking up in a small voice,” I was taught how to play in school, but I guess it stuck with me, since my grandmother bought me one, I taught myself at home as well, I guess learning the different chords and putting them together to make a song… is kind of like putting chemicals together to make the perfect formula in science”, Maxwell gave Wilson and odd look before the stare became far off, “ Before… I came to this world, I had a musical hobby myself, I played the guitar, but I’m not sure if I can play anymore, it’s been a while, and well..”, Maxwell showed his gloved clawed hands,” These might get in the way” wilson looked at him in surprise, this was one of the few times he had heard the past life of the enigma that was Maxwell, hell he didn’t even know his real name was until Wendy pointed out the similarities in her fathers and Maxwell's face, and Maxwell confirming that he was Willam Carter, her uncle. After getting over the anger he had brought his own niece to this hell, he stored the surprising information of his real name in a file in his brain under “Maxwell”, which was sadly filled with mostly cobwebs. Upon hearing this information he spouted the first thing that came to mind, “If I were to make a guitar would you play it?” He meant it as a joke really, but upon seeing Maxwells taken aback face, he quickly grinned, “ Would you?” Maxwell cleared his throat and put off a face of being aloof “ Suppose you did Higgsbury, if I played it, would it even sound correct?”, Wilson’s grin got even wider,” Well if you were to help me.. Give me some pointers, maybe we could make one? Who knows, maybe everyone would be charmed to see The Great Maxwell play for them?” Maxwell was at a loss for words, playing for people? Putting on a show?, hell he hadn’t done that since… Maxwell gave a short chuckle and snorted, “ ‘The Great Maxwell’ huh? I’m sure they would be surprised to see me do something pleasant for once ” He laughed a bit, not noticing the stare of awe he got from Wilson he had never heard that type of laughter before, it was light and airy,” If it makes you feel better, maybe I could play the flute with you..?” Wilson hadn’t noticed the words he said, soft and mumbled, but Maxwell sure caught on to them and went silent, when had they gotten so close? Maxwell had realized he was practically leaning over the scientist who had his back to the desk staring at Maxwell,” W-well, I mean-that is to say-”

“A guitar and a flute? Ha! What a band that would be” Before Wilson could say anything Wickerbottom walked in, “ Maxwell, I said get Wilson out of his workstation to eat dinner, not chitchat, come along or else Wigfrid and Wolfgang will finish all the food”, Maxwell and wilson straightened then nodded, “ Good, now come along”, While they walked out Maxwell turned every so slightly to the Wilson and said in a hushed voice,” I think I might take you up on that offer”, and turned to walk a bit faster. Wilson was confused, yet pleased, ‘ Maybe, I can get Maxwell to communicate with others by doing this’ Wilson didn’t know what he was getting himself into, not at all really.

[kaaramel]

tell us what your OCs would do in the Forge

marcy: oh, dude, why haven’t we discussed FFTT chars in the forge... i’m not sure how to distinguish marcy from woodie perkwise, though. maybe lucy takes longer to come back to her but marcy has a bonus to unarmed damage so she can keep punching people at less of a penalty? that still sounds exclusively like a drawback, idk, unless her unarmed damage is HIGHER somehow than hitting w/ luce. she knows martial arts but maybe not that much

waverly: HATES THIS, extremely nervous, can’t actually die, just miserable in a sweltering-hot environment. staff/book user, def. by strictest interpretation of their native mechanics they should have a natural health regen but even a slow one feels potentially unbalanced? idk. 

bookie: hates this also, extremely much, but, (at least if we take the original cartoon version over the humanized cthulhuverse version) has experience tolerating Literal Actual Hell and therefore weirdly ok with the temperatures. i’m not sure what they could even use aside from books. is “exclusively books” at all viable? oh well! RIP! they shouldn’t even be here! probably ought to have a unique book item ... the Infernal Ledger, maybe, and the special gives a random result? like a game&watch judgement hammer style of thing, where there’s a dice roll each time for 1/6 chance of something pathetic but 1/6 of something DEVASTATING

luc: also hates this, but able to take it slightly more in stride. dart/staff user. comes with a furby companion who wanders around the arena acting as a distractor/damage sponge, bernie-style; i was going to say three furbies with less individual HP than bernie but that seems actively worse on almost every level. a bonus to using healstaff in some way, maybe?

cicely and caraway i am counting as a collective: absolutely having the time of their jackass lives. darts exclusively. i want to say their specials (even w/ the starter darts) inflict a lingering-damage burn condition? under normal circumstances they can’t actually set people’s heads on fire with a bullet but (waves hand around dismissively) forge magic

lucky: i-is bird ? ? i’m not sure how to adapt forge to Bird, which is a shame bc he’d be very into it

NB: e finds this all quite strange and would rather be elsewhere but tuff enuff to handle it. is technically also bird, but with hands, which helps a lot. dart/melee but starts with darts; uhh, a bonus to attacking an enemy that your allies are also attacking? maybe periodic and shared with allies, sort of wigfrid-style. that’s what comes up when i try to imagine a perk that’s both a rogue sneak attack and bardic song support.

dunun: WOULD CRUSH THIS SHIT, i’m tempted to say full melee even though she is technically a spellcaster also. i mean really the way to model it would be melee + new item category: musical instrument, and give her a drum that drops a couple rounds in when dunun is present (like the drill spear) that she can whack people with but the special buffs allies within the circle, maybe.

rasp: BY STRICTEST INTERPRETATION U COULD SAY THEYRE MADE FOR THIS... is staff/book/melee unbalanced.... oh well, you could drop the melee if you needed to. not sure what perk is appropriate... unique book that summons a star which heals or buffs allies within its light radius, maybe. two healing sources might be OP.

[kn-1013]

@micromime​

i’ve never actually put a lot of these ideas into words, i’ve mostly just rotated them in my mind for 100 years so this will be rambly as fuck. also, here’s a warning for mentions of abuse, particularly ableist abuse against autistic people, since autism and ableist abuse are two huge parts of my headcannons about wes and his character.

start with the basics:

wes is autistic. i’ve hit him with my autisticification beam, and that’s the whole entire reason that he can’t speak. at most, he can say a few words here and there, but speaking is not at all an effective form of communication for him, so instead he writes or uses sign language. in modern AUs he has an AAC app on his ipad that he uses to communicate “verbally” if neither of the other options are convenient, but he prefers sign language the most

wes is so goddamn bisexual it’s insane. the bisexuality levels are so off the fucking charts for this guy that it’s unbelievable anyone within his vicinity is even alive. why does nobody talk about this more? this mime is bisexual. i’ve hit him with the bisexualification beam

wigfrid is also bisexual

they are both performers, which is already a huge thing that they have in common; they love to entertain people and tell stories 

i think that because of this, (outside of wigfrid’s ability to fight), they both provide a level of stability for the group in that they can uplift people’s spirits, improve morale, etc, especially wes, who is, despite everything, an optimist who tries to see the best in people and make the best of whatever situations he’s been put into, tries to be thankful for what he’s been given, etc

wes is basically a huge softie at all times, very bright, very sweet, very caring, quiet, optimistic, hopeful and compassionate, but also has a fascination with more morbid things

on the other hand, wigfrid is strong and powerful, loud, carves her path into the earth, she’s protective, stubborn, a fighter, compassionate, loyal, very family oriented

another huge thing that they have in common is that they hold on very hard to hope; hope that they’ll survive, hope that they’ll be okay, hope that they’ll get home. this is a huge part of both of them as people, and a big part of why wilson likes them so much, because he’s very much the same with his own stubborn hope

wes joined the camp pretty much last out of the main cast, having been freed by wilson from the invisible box, then disappearing into the constant to live on his own for a while before wilson found him again and invited him to live with the rest of them

in the beginning, he wasn’t really well-liked due to not being great at working, having especially low health, dying a lot, needing a lot of food, etc

he eventually became really important to the group after he displayed effective skills in watching over the kids, making/mending clothes, foraging, gardening and most of all, hope, optimism, humor and entertainment. he boosts morale within the group quite a bit just by being there, because he’s deeply compassionate, a great listener, and amazing at being able to cheer people up and lift their spirits in hard times

wigfrid really admires wes for his optimism, humor, lightheartedness and creativity. even if he’s not doing traditional work like a lot of the other campers, what he does for the camp is very important.

she also loves to perform with wes. sometimes they put on little shows together for the camp, ones that involve a lot of lightheartedness and dark humor to go with how the rest of life in the constant goes.

i don’t really know how he and wigfrid end up together but i have this one scene in mind

wes is very bright and cheerful and absolutely hates being a burden on others, because he’s been told he was one his whole life, and it’s been used by his mother in particular as an excuse to abuse him for being autistic. he would rather die than be a burden to other people, which is why he works as hard as he can to not be perceived as one, through doing whatever he can for the camp no matter what

also, due to his cheerful nature and natural weakness to basically everything, many of the other campers have a tendency to unconsciously infantilize him. he’s used to this, as he’s been abusively infantilized for most of his life, but that doesn’t mean it feels great on his mental health

these things can lead to a lot of burnout at the end of the day, as well as panic attacks or just beating himself up a lot over making even small mistakes, even if no one notices or they’re harmless. he also has the tendency to just not see himself as an equal to everyone else on the camp, and struggles to see himself as a person

but never under any circumstances would he talk to the other campers about it, because he’s not the person that vents, he’s the person that other people vent to, and nothing would make him feel more like a burden to the camp than needing to have others comfort him. he feels like he takes up enough space, time and resources

a lot of times, wes will go to his tent, or hang out somewhere else private where he can just cry about everything. he still feels bad about it, because it feels like he’s being ungrateful, but he can’t really stop it, so he might as well do it away from others

at one point, he’s doing this in his tent and wigfrid walks in, looking for him for whatever reason, and wes just freezes, looking like a complete mess; makeup smudged and ruined, very tearful, an unusual look of desperate fear all over him

wigfrid forgets about what she was going to ask wes just a minute ago, and looks at him silently for a minute, before a look of understanding falls over her face. she lets the tent flap entrance fall behind her as she walks in. wes is apprehensive, trying to reassure her that he’s fine, it was just a bad dream, nothing’s *really* wrong, he’s not *really* in need of comfort, but wigfrid sits down with him and asks him if he really means it, holding his hand, and he just breaks, finally letting out some of what he’s been keeping in

when they do eventually get together, they’re an incredibly sweet couple, very affectionate, communicative, understanding. they give each other lots of compliments, they are so incredibly supportive of each other

wes loves to draw and paint wigfrid all the time, and loves to brush and play with her hair. he grew up being the youngest of 7 kids, with 4 sisters and 2 brothers, so of course he knows how to style a girl’s hair, and just loves to put wigfrid’s hair in braids

wes has a lot of mental health issues and struggles to communicate his issues without feeling like a burden because of it, so wigfrid tries to make sure that he knows his problems aren’t burdensome, and that she wants to help because she wants wes to be happy without feeling the need to hide things

wigfrid also gets vulnerable, when she feels worried that she can’t protect her friends well enough, especially after one of them gets hurt, wes loves to reassure and remind her that she’s one of the strongest people he’s ever met and he always feels like he has nothing to worry about when she’s around

they’re very sweet on each other <:’)

my brain is moving very slowly and it took like 2 hours to get this whole post written out so i think that’s as much as i can say for now T-T i hope you like them <:)

i might be crazy but i think so much about wes/wigfrid as a ship

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Another wigfrid headcanon from the Wigfrid guy? [rattles cup of spare change]

Anon, for asking w/o me even reblogging my headcanon post i am going to gift to you... one of my most favoritest of all my horribly self indulgent hcs. regarding the wacky relationship between Wig and Throned Max

Of course, back then Wigfrid could certainly claimed she hated him… But to claim that he didn't… 'help' her- even post his little 'gift' of her entry ticket to that domain- would be a bold faced lie.

Being one of the first survivors to ever enter the Constant- maybe even the first (I sure as hell like to think she was, lol)- Maxwell was a little bit more loose in his own self imposed rules regarding royalty mingling about with pawns.

He didn't really intend to make a habit of chatting much with her. But every time he made a grand entrance- every time he chided her with a little remark or two- she always had something to say… Always had some little spiel to go off on. At first it was confusing, even a little bit annoying, really. What gave her the permission to have the last laugh? He was the one who held all the strings. He was the one who was King!

But as time passed, and as his life sentence being throned continued to stretch on, and especially as he eventually brought in more survivors, he almost came to… value it, oddly enough. Interacting with someone who saw him as less of their torturer and more of their adversary. Someone who's threats at least carried poise and wit, with a thespian air that always shook things up a bit when compared to the others' (there's only so many "i'll tear you apart"s and "you're a big stupid jerk"s you can stand before they start to get… dry. At least she got creative with it).

While it's incredibly easy to genuinely rile Wigfrid up if you know what buttons to push (and of course he knows what buttons to push. He knows everything- her name, her past, her biggest insecurities. He's King), he only really stooped to those measures whenever he was feeling exceedingly bored (or just exceedingly cruel). More often than not, all of his sardonic remarks would be angled at the persona rather than the person. It was always just much more interesting that way.

Once, after a rather bullheadish death (that she perhaps could have avoided by fleeing, had her pride not gotten in the way), he made sure to comment on it as he leered overtop of her reanimated body… That perhaps she should have learned when it was best to turn tail and live to speak of it… But, of course, that would have been asking too much of such a valiant Valkyrie, wouldn't it?

… It was meant to be a jab. Another one of his little zingers. A classic Maxwell Moment, if you will. But before dusk had set, she'd adopted the title as her own- a little spit in his face. To this day, 'Valiant Valkyrie' is tacked onto the end of every introduction she gives.

As for Wigfrid herself, though the man had been much a source of strife for the entirety of her solo journey… To see another human in a place devoid of company- to speak, and to be spoken to… She'd assuredly be far worse off had she not had him to keep her mind sharp, and her goal clear.

It was a little bit of mutual theater kid enrichment, if you will. Eventually, with the more strength he lost, Maxwell grew tired of his silly little antagonist visits. But by that point it didn't really matter when he had Wilson and his progress to concern himself with.

Of course, she would never outwardly confess to it… To the fact that without his 'aid'- as unorthodox as it was- she may have wound up differently than the person the Constant molded her into. But that doesn't mean she doesn't know that it's true.

[wileysmile-blog]

Okay, so I drew me and Wigfrid Because yes, I’m really starting to like her ;v;

She’s just a precious lil Valkyrie bean ;w;

The feet on me are a little wonky cause I couldn’t see them , there was a thing in the way *cri*

W A I T I D I D N' T S I G N I T— HECC G O B A C K

[someone-im-close-to-fanfic-blog]

Chapter 12- Written (Epilogue)

Let’s hear some things from Wilson’s point of view. You might want to keep those tissues with you still, just in case.

Chapter Rating: G

Day 6 of...

Spring #7, if memory serves

1926

Been a while since I finally got the chance to sit on my ass and write something. It's a welcome break from all the building and cleaning and harvesting we've done around here lately. Wendy’s knee has headed just fine, but there's a large and very noticeable scar just underneath the patella that she's a bit self-conscious of. Wigfrid and Webber are always trying to build up her confidence about it, though, so I'm sure she'll be fine with it soon enough. She’s quite adorable about it, to be honest. I didn’t think much of raising children before, but I’m having second thoughts about that now thanks to Willow. Wendy and Webber are like everybody’s children around here, and as far as I know their only problem with it is that they’re unsure of who to call ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’.

Winter was actually surprisingly mild for us. I'm sure we all know who to thank for that. Everyone was quite depressed during the most of the season, but they’ve recovered since then. Not fully, but we’re all making progress. Now it's spring, as stated at the beginning of this entry, and so far, we’re thriving. I'm a bit worried, actually, since we haven't received any attacks from the hounds just yet. We usually get one around this time. Maybe I've just miscounted the days. That, and for some reason Charlie never came back as a human into this world. While I’m feeling a bit suspicious about that, words can’t describe how happy I am that she’s gone and that we’ll never have to deal with her again. Hoorah!

Our crops are doing just fine. The bees are starting to produce honey but we can't go anywhere near them because they'll poke us full of holes and bee poison if we do. Oh well. Honey isn't a priority right now anyway. What IS, however, is monitoring the world closely to see what other changes Willow may add to it soon. At least, that's MY biggest priority. Everyone else is still trying to get used to the fact that she's gone in the first place, and on top of old Wickerbottom’s death, too. Can one blame them for missing her? Absolutely not. She was a treasure to us all, myself and Wigfrid especially. Wigfrid especially has had difficulty adjusting to her absence. Before these past two weeks, I had never heard her cry before. It’s not something I want to hear again. It’s quite heartbreaking to listen to someone you’re friends with cry over something you know you can’t fix. Poor Winnie. The good news is, she and Maxwell are on better terms now. They apologized to one another for the little incident that went down between them when we found Wickerbottom’s body and how they approached it. Wigfrid is actually fairly accepting of Maxwell and I now, so I suppose that’s a good thing, too.

By the way, Maxwell made the strangest discovery. The morning after we confessed to one another about how we felt, he found a note in his tent that said ‘Hey-- take good care of my brother for me, okay? -W’. Oh, Willow. We didn’t deserve her. I will admit, though, I’m a bit embarrassed at the idea that she saw us getting intimate out there.

That note isn’t the only thing we’ve gotten from her thus far, actually. Near the end of the winter, Wes had a horrible mishap with some beefalo in heat that had somehow wandered close to the base. Wigfrid brought him in to clean him up, but his wounds were pretty severe, and we were dangerously low on disinfectant. He developed an infection and passed away within a few days. It wasn’t pretty. We were devastated, Woodie especially, until we found some things outside the base the next morning. They looked...I don’t know how to describe them. They looked vaguely like a person’s heart with ropes tied around them, as if to hold them together. They came with a note detailing how to use them, and long story short, we brought Wes back with one. That’s one moment I don’t think I’m ever going to forget. That, and one of the kids mentioned bringing back Wickerbottom with one of the spares. Let’s just say trying to dig up that body wasn’t our brightest idea. I moved the last shovelful of dirt, looked down to see just how far I’d gotten, and promptly turned my head to the side to vomit. Luckily neither Wendy nor Webber saw what I did, or they would have been horribly, horribly scarred. I should have kept in mind that decomposer bacterium existed here as well as in our old reality.

I suppose if I’m to continue writing, I’ll write about something more positive. Maxwell and I have gotten closer since that night. I’m not really sure how else to refer to it. He’s a lot more shy about romantic things than I thought he’d be. It’s actually kind of cute, I’m not going to lie. I just hope he doesn’t find this paper detailing my feelings. Otherwise I may die of embarrassment. We’ve spent a lot more time together since then, but we haven’t told the others explicitly that we’re together. Honestly, I’m not even sure that’s what we consider ourselves to be. I don’t know that much about same-sex relationships, other than the fact that they’re common in nature and that the animal with the highest rate of homosexuality is the bat. If only the world I knew before this one was more accepting of such things. Maybe then I’d have more knowledge of how to go about being in love with someone of the same sex. I’m sure the others can tell we’re together, though, and they’re fine with it. If they’re not, no one’s said anything. No one seems to have a problem with Wes and Woodie’s blatant flirting on a daily basis, so I have no idea why they wouldn’t be alright with something more low-key. Besides, we’re happy. If that’s the case, then there probably isn’t anything wrong with our love.

To be honest, it feels weird calling it that. I don’t know why. I guess it’s just because when I say I love someone, I’m not used to saying it to mean that I love them romantically. I usually just say it to mean more like my brotherly affection towards Willow, or the parental affection I have for Wendy and Webber. Looks like this new relationship is yet another thing for me to get used to. That’s not a bad thing, of course. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now.

One more thing before I finally put my pen down. All this time I’ve spent with these people has made me realize something. Before I came here, the only thing that was important to me was my experiments and becoming one of the smartest people alive. (Keep in mind, I was trying to steer my focus away from my family since I hated my parents and thought my sister was dead.) I was morbidly self-obsessed, and that’s probably one of my biggest crimes. However, these people have taught me to become more… I suppose the word is compassionate, more aware of the needs and wants of others. While I’m still incapable of interpreting some feelings and emotions, and may not be the best all-around at interacting one-on-one or paying attention, I think I’ve become better with socializing with these people. The knowledge that I can do this brings me great happiness. Before now it was so hard to feel like others actually liked me, but here there’s a feeling of mutual acceptance for one another in the air, and it feels wonderful.

Being here has made me realize the importance of being close to someone. If I hadn’t come here, then I honestly don’t think I ever would have met people who cared for me better than I’ve cared for me, and that would have been really different than what I’ve got now. I would have never met Wendy and Webber, my wonderful children whom I wouldn’t trade for the world. I would have never met Wes, the kind mime who doesn’t need words to be a good man. I would never have met Wigfrid, the wonderfully talented and strong stage actress who can take on any role flawlessly and loved my little sister with a heart of gold. I would have certainly never met Maxwell, the man I’ve learned to love despite our several disagreements over the years. Wickerbottom, Woodie, and Wolfgang have all influenced me as well, and even though I don’t interact with them much (especially Wickerbottom for obvious reasons), I can’t imagine what my life would be like without them.

Point being, I think these long years of living with these people has taught me that you need to have an anchor of some sort to get through the worst times of your life, and that other people are sometimes one of the best forms of anchor that you can get. That’s probably some of the most useful information I have in my head right now, and I think that if anyone were to find this paper somehow and read it then I would want them to remember that single piece of information.

At present, Maxwell and I are underneath a birchnut tree together and he is asleep. Wigfrid and Wes are playing with the children in the garden. Wes has made them all flower garlands and it’s probably the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages. Just to the left of them, Woodie and Wolfgang are casually conversing with one another. It’s a wonderful and peaceful sight to behold, and I can only wish that it would last forever.

Nowadays, I think that if someone were to come up to me today, tomorrow, a week or even a century from now and ask “Wilson, who’s someone that you’re close to?”, all I would have to do is show them this wonderful bunch of people I’ve grown to love like family, the children, and my sweet baby sister, and that person would have their answer.

The End

[cease-starvation]

Running up to the group came everyone's favorite little chest creature. Well, he wasn't exactly "little", but suppose it was more an endearing term. He bounced around in circles, before opening up. Each one of them had gotten a card, painted intricately with something different, as well as being paired with flower petals. No names for who they were for, just paintings and petals. All of them seemed to have the same dried petals, a keen eye would identify them as Geraniums. All were signed with the typical -W.

However, once everyone had picked up theirs, Chester ran to Wilson to present his personally, with rose petals woven throughout the paper. A heart painted on it as well. Whoever sent this was picking favorites.

Wigfrid observed her cute card with a smile, observing the petals carefully and seeing that little ‘W’, it was clear as day to who this was from. “This, any many other reasonings is why I would’st protect the silent one.”

“Tiny clownman is very sweet. How you like your gift, scienceman?”

Wilson stared at his paper, his card, his gift.  His cheeks suddenly started glowing a light pink, and his blank look grew to be a loving smile, his heart swelling as he gripped it gently. Although it faltered slightly when he remembered that he has yet to give his own gesture back, he still kept his cheery, thankful demeanor overall. “I love it..”

A part of him wanted to say “I love him.” as well.

[Meanwhile]

Woodie laid on the grass, next to his beloved he stared into her blade with a grin, chickling softly as he slowly dragged a finger up the blunt end of her blade. “Today was amazing..” The axe lovingly chuckled.

“This whole week has been great, Luce. ‘M always happy to spend so much time with ya.” He sighed softly, inching himself closer towards her. Woodie placed a long smooch against the side of her blade, the latter letting out various kissy noises to let her beloved know that if she had lips she’d be doing the same.

And then chester came in.

“...Uh, thanks, little buddy.” He smirked, a little embarrassed, but bemused. He grabbed the gift and gave him a little pat.