“Do it, Wilson.”
Shadow Wilson
I want to be better at digital painting…
mazurou reblogged
Title: The Thoughts on Day 9,999
Summary: Wilson learned a long time ago that one can only live so long before they final come to the conclusion it doesn’t matter anymore.
Rating: T Fandom: Don’t Starve Ships: N/A Content Warnings: Mild gore, suicide Other: Inspired by an amazing art piece by @mazurou ! Please check out their awesome blog! :) You an also read this work on Ao3
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There were two things Wilson knew with complete and utter certainty: one, none of this mattered anymore, and it probably never did, and two, that he was so very tired because of it.
Both those facts weighed heavily on Wilson’s mind had he trudged through the swamps. The distance echoes of birds and the occasional unidentifiable grunts carried on the putrid breeze use to make him nervous. He would pick up his pace and hurry to his camp in the middle of the swamp on a small island of forest trees that had taken root in the slightly less acidic ground. Wilson would fumble with his flint, trying to craft a makeshift spear to hold close while he waited for daybreak, huddled near to his fire.
But that was a different Wilson than the one walking down the muddy path now. That Wilson still had hope he would escape this hellish wilderness, return home with the knowledge he had gained. That Wilson had not been trapped on the Throne. That Wilson hadn’t heard the horrible, tragic, and yet so very lovely whispers of Them in his head. That Wilson had been ignorant.
That Wilson had been a very lucky bastard.
mazurou reblogged
I made some disappearing motion of shadow Wilson. I hope I can do to every character of DS but there’s no idea for Woody, Wolfgang and Webber….