#Waxwort

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Stories from the War: Winter 1149

By death and expulsion, the leadership of the Guard was not in an ideal position to wage a war. Bronwyn had never had the luxury of an ideal position before, so she was ready to step up as a tactician. The documents smuggled out by a Spear agent were invaluable. She never said so. It wasn’t worth the risk of being cast out like Stjepan, or the loss to morale if she wasn’t cast out for being a possible Spear sympathizer. But she had been following that group long before anyone else knew they existed. And she knew this would be their legacy: only useful by accident.

Governor Bluebell of Ivydale never regretted the deal she struck to feed Dorigift and Gilpledge as they rebuilt. Yes, it was the end of her political career. Nothing could change that. But the way she structured that reserve was the foundation for a later deal, one that fed craftsmice across many settlements and kept the defenders of the territories supplied. She learned to give up a place in the histories for the assurance they would one day be written.

Many brave mice marched west. Many others defended the places where they stood. Kearra the cartographer’s heart fluttered for each of them. She waited for one to sweep her up in their arms on the docks of Port Sumac. Maybe Ephraim still remembered her. Perhaps Marx dreamt of the night they spent together nearly two years before. Adventure was for other mice. Dreaming and pining were Kearra’s.

Everyone says “necessity is the mother of invention” but the uncomfortable truth is that war creates more necessities than anything else. Vidar had become administrator of an Elmoss lab meeting those needs. One new compound was named for him on a whim, and it worked wonderfully well. They say it saved lives. He doesn’t talk about it now in peacetime. Nobody wants to share a name with a weapon like that.

There was so much to fight for, but Tallulah and Levi had no fight left in them. They ran from Mayor Cavre when he began his final slide. They lived through Darkheather and the march across the wilderness. That’s enough for anybody, but even now little Rust wasn’t safe. But they couldn’t take up arms, not with Levi’s paw or Tallulah’s restless nights. No, they would fight a different battle in their new home in Thistledown. They helmed donation drives, scavenging missions, and a campaign for rationing. Historians credit the end of the famine not to the agrarian south, whose fields were trampled by armies, but the engaged and generous north.

Garrow had fixed things all his life, and always found it best to take it one step at a time, even if the land itself was breaking. He made a promise, of sorts, to that Waxwort witch that he intended to keep. When he left his home, a number of neighbors came with. And it turned out he had neighbors in Willowroot, Flintrust, Oakgrove, and Lilygrove too. Before they reached the east, his band had already survived some skirmishes, and collapsed some tunnels. They had started calling him “sergeant” as a joke, but it stuck by the time he reached the fields of Walnutpeck. He never left those fields. Many mice survived the retreat because he refused to take it.

Fulbert, Lord of Tunnel Bone sat waiting for dawn. He was to charge forward and draw out the defenders of Elmwood, exposing them to hidden troops from Tunnel Steel. It was a good plan, but he could not sleep all the same. That is why he saw his sister Isile coming from down a tree, checking a pouch to be sure its contents were safe. He hated confronting Isile. It always felt bad; even worse when he got his way. This argument was shorter than most, and Fulbert was sad to realize that didn’t save his feelings either. She had retrieved a message, hidden up high, from Lily of the Mouse Guard. They had been writing each other about everything except the war. He recognized a few of the names in the mouse’s gossip, and recognized his sister in her dreams. It hurt him most of all to burn the letter, but he would rather have a sister who lived to hate him than one who died because he failed to protect her.

Hannidy, the Facilitator of the Scent Barrier was no longer head of Elmoss’ second family, but the Lieutenant of its Third. Politics. It meant he was in no place to refuse the honor of leading Elmoss’ regiment at the front. Hannidy did always enjoy new medals, at least. He didn’t enjoy the ice. He didn’t enjoy the dirt. He didn’t enjoy the paranoia. He didn’t enjoy the ambush. His new medals adorn a grave, marked with several of his titles.

The war reminded Sylvia of her childhood, an unwelcome fact. Only now it was in slow motion. Not one day, but many. Not one place of tragedy, but many. She had a letter from Zeke saying the curse was dead. There was nothing to fear from the skies. But now, the ground beneath held terror. She left Wildseed as she had left many places before.

The Haven Guild was found unaware. It was too caught up in its mission to fulfill its purpose. Faolan of Wildseed had little affection for the Black Axe legend. Her membership was a career move. This gave her perspective. They had a network of mice, caches of goods, secret passages, all ready to put toward defending Mouse society. Let the search for the true Axe rest, she urged the guild. If he still walks, and this doesn’t bring him out, what good is he anyway? If the line is broken, then let us do the job for him.

Gayle sat in Lockhaven, far from the war. Not far at all on a map, but quite insulated. Yes, she was surrounded by mice waging it, and her cell had also become medical supply storage, but the war was still something “out there” to her. Bloodier gossip. She was quite happy with how things were going. Not exactly the way she would have gone about things, no, but every mouse was in agreement that the weasels must be met with force. Every battle mice spoke of in these halls was a victory to her ears.

The Smoketon Inn was never full until the war came, and Smoketon the innkeeper wasn’t there to attend to foreign soldier’s needs. He was on the front himself with them. Sure they were useful, but defending Pebblebrook was Pebblebrook’s own duty. Not like these mice had cared much what happened here in years passed. And he told them about it. Every free moment he shared another story he knew. Big things, little things, famous things, secret things. By the time the fighting had ended, every mouse remaining knew Pebblebrrok as well as Smoketon himself. One of them took his place in the Inn, in his absence.

Lucius and Jonwyn waited for all this fuss to end. They’d lived through tensions, and skirmishes, even a full war or two. And that’s only the weasel problems! It was the cold that got Lucius in the end, and Jonwyn kept living for them both, in the one decently built house between them.

When the war found Corben he was ready to meet it. It was a kind of comfort, knowing who the enemy was and what was meant to be done, at least compared to the open secrets and polite fictions of Pebblebrook. And a foreman is a leader of mice, or close enough to one, so his plans were always considered, if not acted on. But a foreman is not a warrior. Not a tactician. Those plans didn’t always bring clear victory. But they did bring him home, and on the right night, he’ll tell you about the few that worked.

All the nice helpful mice said Elric should evacuate for his safety. They found a way to hint at it whenever they spoke. But his forepaws were as fine as anyone else’s, and Corn Chip was here to make up for the rear ones. At least when he could keep focus, the silly beetle. Elric learned to fletch arrows by the bucketfull as defenders pinned the weasels to the far bank. One bucket more wouldn’t have made a difference in the end, there were too few archers to fire them.

The fall of Ferndale and the trouble at Walnutpeck; hell, the entire West, led a steady stream of mice to flee Darkheather and her advancing tunnels. Those who stopped in Shaleburrow found refuge with Poppy and Stout. They knew every available room and cot, who could be convinced to take just one more for just a little while, and at a last resort where to squeeze a new, warm burrow. Their son Hops worked with those traveling farther. More grain from their stores went into travelers’ packs than the brewing tanks. They believed their family always had room for a new member, just like Sable taught them.

Isile had been moving messages for weeks. It kept her useful, and it kept a sword out of her paws. Travel also kept her from Fulbert and his foolishness. If he loses a battle, he dies. But he won’t accept that if he wins he dies all the same. Did loyalty protect Lina? Perhaps he should ask Georges? Today’s message was yet more troop movements. Wenyld had finally rooted Olga and her Flintrust militia from their position and they were retreating East to Gilpledge. But Beatriz is heading to Gilpledge. Isile knows if this message goes through she’ll ambush them. At least half of those mice are injured. Fulbert wouldn’t consider this a worthy battle, but Beatriz might. That message never went through, but it did make for fine firestarter as Isile laid camp.

There was more need for a Nurse of the West than ever, and Ostrid only had two paws. She hoped the fading warriors had enough sense left in the end to guide their own souls above. The tunnels were too haunted already

Alton was told to watch the western horizon, which helped him ignore what the rest of The Spear did behind him. That became impossible once war broke out. He was supposed to be happy, right? This was the culmination of somebody’s plan. But when he watched Guardmice marshaling volunteers, they looked like hope for tomorrow, not converts to the cause or dupes to be discarded. And when he watched the battles fought, even the victories didn’t look like anything worth working towards. He’s still keeping his eyes open, and his mouth shut.

Mice may have used Ephraim, but he was always listening. When he lost his axe, Ephraim felt like he lost all the inspiration and power Clove was always talking about. But that was her plan. And as he made his way west he had a new plan. After all he was a wilderness scout, a tracker, and a hunter. His arm could lift the axe, but his paws were suited to other tools. Ephraim drinks free in any tavern still standing in the west, as they sing songs of the mouse who foiled a hundred surprise attacks.

The mice of Ferndale most ready to fight had gone off with the Flintrust militia and had not returned, so those left behind filled the gap. Sarah and Mel took shifts in the watchtowers. They learned to lash barriers, dress wounds, and wield spears. Perfumers and florists are usually considered the least warlike of the trades, but necessity called. When the final weasel attack came, Mel lit Ferndale’s bridges on fire, and Sarah survived to flee into the night.

Walnutpeck was abandoned in the early weeks of the war, but that changed with the coming of Spring. Whispers had gone through the tunnels and camps and settlements between trusted creatures, those who believed in a world without the cycle of war. Lily and Isile live together in the old observatory now, with a corner that is Stencil’s very own, looking after what they’ve built. With the exodus of the former weasels of Darkheather, and the new scent barrier poured well east of the settlement, their community is left to itself, unknown to those carrying the old fears. Weasel, Mouse, and other creatures beside, call all their previous traditions into question, in order to build a new society that works for them all as a unit, a new people. Today is Sable’s annual-ish visit, a privilege in exchange for helping arrange the whole thing, as Flip drops her upon her daughter’s porch. She gives Isile a basket of lemon cakes. Lily isn’t home right now, she is down on the ground in her old cloak, using the legend of Thistle, The Mouse Unstuck from Time to scare away those who would spoil their haven’s secret.

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it’s been a long time since i stepped foot on tumblr. even with it being less popular i still stick around and see what’s going on XD

anyways. here’s a drawing of my fiery shapeshifting wax boi (i’m gonna try and draw more for this week cause seriously i’m pumped to be back on my feet)

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@manzokushizumen/ rogelis - Flan.Bo yogelis - Draku DrMatthew178 - Dr. Creation @bichcarito - Pit @magma-paint - Lucius Tordici @red-is-red / @nikki-kchhun - Ink Craftmen @craftyjellyfishcat - Artagia @miss-twila - Whitney Sinnett @sherlocktheravencat - Louie Torres @ahjones94 - Flint Martinez @annamatics - Diz and Ophelia

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been busy with college stuff so i had less time drawing. this is what i have finished so far. enjoy

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For rogelis, yogelis and drmatthew178 just so you know it was just a fun idea i thought about. it's not really canon. i saw each of my friend's hero characters. and i wanted to draw how'd they look like if they met and formed a team to fight evil doers. so here they are :3 Leaf tornado - rogelis and by yojama Rady - yogelis Army Joe - drmatthew178 P.S: i was gonna draw Waxwort in the form of a dinosaur with rady riding him but that was a bit too complicated XD

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so today is my birthday where i now became 20 years old. and to celebrate it i decided to draw me along with four of my ocs with it ^^

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Human Waxwort

here ya go! (i honestly had a hard time drawing his human form qwq)

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a very late easter drawing i was working on few days ago. but it was worth it  anyways

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Sorry i took too long again but i will try and get more drawing motivation for my next drawings. in the meantime. enjoy couple of doodles of my boi Waxwort! ^^

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waxwort in among us cause why not XD

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another oc i adopted from @youronlydrpepper. his name is Waxwort. an intelligent monster created by a scientist known as Angus Hugo. Waxwort known as a friendly smart candle monster with high level of knowledge in many things along with many abillities which made him a well born hero. he assisted his hugo in his lab many years as well as getting along like if he was his son. few months ago during one of the researches they working on. hugo confirmed he had cancer. before his death his only wish that his son would use these powers for the good of the world. as waxwort went to bury his father he decided to prepare his journey. no matter how many obstacles are in the way he will make sure to fulfill his father's wish and make him proud

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My boi waxwort in the whitewall meme

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i couldn't think of anything to draw yesterday so i though of making a silly waxwort drawing

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Another drawing of waxwort featuring one of his abilities. he can be able to build up a lot of heat on his wax parts causing it to take a molten state like lava. in this form, parts of his body and his projectiles can be able to dissolve certain objects or projectiles shooting at him. like bullets, explosive or anything else

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finished drawing new characters i adopted from @kama-ta/ @kama-toons

i don’t have a name for them yet so i’m open for suggestions, as for their stories they are already planned. for the ice bot his story will be involved with my boi waxwort. that’s right. he will be his brother. although he has some big rivalry towards waxwort. in other words. a little classic Fire and Ice concept kinda like Sub-zero and scorpion (waxwort actually doesn’t feel the same way. his brother however is all rivarly build on hatred and jealousy in the past) as for the double headed fire skulls they will be a hazbin oc (probably friends of dimitri and part of szabo’s gang). their story is that they are twins who both their bodies and minds merged together into one singular demon after they died. they share many things. however during their death process it made a huge impact causing both to have opposite emotions and personalities.

i will tell more stories about my new characters in future days ^^ in the meantime. i hope you like it

Edit: the names have been confirmed credit to DrMatthew178 and my other friend. The ice bot is now named Frigidroid and the skulls are named Burn and Shiver

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sorry for not posting anything these last few days. i couldn’t really think of anything to draw. so few of my friends suggested that i should do some doodles. and it was a good idea considering i never done doodles for sometime. so here’s my doodles

two doodles of boi Waxwort being himself XD. a little sayu from nsr. my snake boi carson being pissed at one of his men. my mafia boi william and a little doodle of sonic

Connie entertaining his audience with his “pop a person from the magic box” trick. although walter didn’t expect that would happen now he’s confused a bit XD. a funny doodle of manny calavera from grim fandango of one of his funny dialogues in the game. a cup of coffee for the hooded hood to fix his bad mood. a doodle of Erica (brush girl). cuphead and liam doing some rap (yes it’s a hotel translvania reference XD)

Flan.bo and Dr. Creation enjoying their villainous vaction. cuphead and mugman doing some cooking that gone wrong and wrecked gilbert’s house XD. a doodle of Mr. Red (wine glass man) a doodle of daniel’s dirty dan persona as an animal (based on a question i asked on his friend’s twitch stream) doodle of wesley taylor plankton from the broadway musical and a doodle of Café in a reference from one of the scenes from the second novel of blacksad XD. and last but not least. ophelia not standing jay (cloud girl and magnetic man)

and not forgetting to mention the people who some of those beloved ocs ^^

Connie by @mayadile

Walter and Liam Wicke by @rustybirdcage

Erica from @mabelcococups

Flan.bo by @manzokushizumen /Rogelis (DA)

Dr. Creation by Drmatthew178 (DA)

Café by @bichcarito

Mr. Red from @miss-twila

Jay and Ophelia by @annamatics

Dirty Dan (Sona) by @daniel-boonethatsme