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carnis-insanis · 17 days
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im having a horrible flare up so Wx has to suffer with me
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Cw: bright colors and glitch effect
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ROUND AND ROUND
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ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND ROUND AND ROUND
Certain parts of the song made me think of WX, and I might make another
I hope you're enjoying the doodles and stuff while I procrastinate answering the asks (I don't like the way I draw wilson sometimes, so I'm still self conscious about answering them awawa)
Anyway, here are some other versions
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And last the unedited version
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You should commission me or smth. I make weird shit like this, and I like money
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how-to-humaning-401 · 8 months
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heehee funky lil w game
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They were warm and comfortable. They felt something wrapped around them. It was tracing designs around each screw securing their back panel, figures of eight, spirals and zigzagging between them. It was nice.
Ao3~
… they did it again, didn't they? They opened their eyes. They couldn't see anything but dark green. They realized they were wrapped around Wormwood's torso, arms around his chest, legs around his waist.
But he woke up first. Why didn't he yell or push them away? Was this real? They squeezed him. He felt real. He chuckled and squeezed them back.
It's real, he's ok with it. He isn't pushing away, he's holding them close. Exactly what he does with the others. They felt themself relax again. They wrapped just a little bit tighter around him.
They nearly entered rest mode again, but just before they did Wormwood giggled, "awww, clingy." No, they weren't clingy.
They wouldn't stand for this slander, "nooooooooo…" they don't care that he is in fact correct, it's the premise of the matter.
He giggled again. And stopped rubbing their back. "Then, friend, want free?" They shook their head and hugged him even tighter.
He didn't start again so they passive aggressively shoved their back at his hands until he did. He giggled again and traced a zigzag down their back. They heard Winona's voice behind them, "not clingy at all, they claim."
Oh, they didn't know she was there. They began untangling from Wormwood immediately. Once they were free, they stared at the ground and awkwardly.
"SORRY, I UH…" they fiddled with their hands. They didn't wanna say they couldn't quite control themself when they're sleepy. It's a bad excuse, and it's an embarrassing failing.
Winona slung an arm around their shoulders. "Well, now that Wx is up, you two can finally help with breakfast." They nodded. And started mixing as Wormwood added ingredients and Winona made juice.
Prepping breakfast was calm, nearly the same as yesterday. Except along with shoulder taps, pats on the back, and friendly kicks. They got half second hugs and Wormwood leaning on them as they cooked or playfully twirling them as they waited. It was nice.
It was really, really nice. It was far too nice to last. They so desperately wanted it to last, and it was going great. But they know they aren't lucky enough for that.
Something will happen, something will go wrong. A new monster will show up, or a fire, or worst-case scenario and they'll all realize Wx isn't worth the trouble.
They ate together. Wx sat first, carefully leaving the rest of the log free so as to not force anyone to be too close. Wormwood, ever clueless about social cues, sat right next to them.
It was nice, they'll admit. They liked that his arm would bump into theirs when he talked or laughed. They liked his leg leaning against theirs. They liked it, they really liked it.
They were so hyper focused on how nice it was they missed most of the conversation. They did gather that tonight was a full moon and Wormwood and Winona were going to go on a quest. They were going to get a bug, they think.
Wx did their chores, gathered more glands (and silk), and mined for more gold. then they cooked dinner for only themself and Walter because the other two already left.
They listened to his story  and discussed what needed to be done tomorrow. and they went to their own tent to sleep.
They tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. Their arms hurt, so they held their pillow. But it was cold to the touch, and not solid enough.
They were cold and lonely and miserable. And they kept flinching at every noise. Now that they've had two days of blissful, easy sleep, they don't remember how they used to cope.
They heard running that came to a sudden stop at their tent. "W- Wx, are- are you, um, are you awake?" Walter's voice was more cracky than normal. They shuffled out of bed and opened the flaps. Walter was standing there holding a sleepy Woby.
His eyes were red, and he was shaking. "uh, Woby had a nightmare, she's really scared, can we sleep with you?" Wx stepped aside to let them in.
They lay back down, Walter curled into their chest, which couldn't possibly be comfortable. Woby lay between their legs. "WH-" they should be soft. They don't want to upset him any further.
They knew it probably wasn't actually Woby who was distressed. But they'll play along anyway, as to spare them both the embarrassment. "what was Woby's bad dream about?" Walter hugged them tighter.
He was quiet for a while. "it's stupid…" they pat his back awkwardly.
"I can't believe you'd make fun of Woby's feelings like that. She's clearly distressed." Woby was not in fact distressed. She fell asleep almost instantly.
Walter giggled slightly. "yeah, terrified out of her mind." He fell quiet again. Wx attempted to rub his back. They don't know what they were doing, they hope it doesn't show. "It was my dream actually I uh,"
He sniffled pathetically. Was Wx doing something wrong? Comfort was supposed to stop the leaking, wasn't it? "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Walter shook his head.
"No, it's ok. It was a hound attack, a bad one." He sniffled again. "both fire, varglets, normal and uh…" he fell quiet, Wx didn't push him. He continued a few moments later. "A fire started, I tried to find you guys but- but- but-" Wx hugged him close, and tried to ignore the sting of his tears touching their skin.
They continued rubbing his back. Eventually he stopped crying and his breathing evened out.
~~☆°○♡○°☆~~
Walter could hear the others cooking outside. He opened his eyes and met nothing but copper. Oh, right. He had the nightmare again.
Winona wasn't there so he went to Wx. And… and He cried. He cried on them. He probably hurt them too. Just because he can't handle a silly dream. How embarrassing…
They were still asleep, maybe. It's kinda hard to tell, but their eyes are closed and they aren't moving. So it's a definite, maybe.
He tried to wiggle out of Wx's grasp, but they wouldn't let go. He can't tell if they're actively trying to hold him or if they become an immovable object when asleep.
He tried again. They held him tighter. That answers that question. He rolled his eyes.
Woby appeared his salvation. "Woby, help mee." The dog tilted her head, Walter made an imploring gesture.
Woby decided that the perfect way to help was to lie down on him. she's lucky she's so cute. Walter sighed in resignation and scratched behind Wobys ears. "Good girl."
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waokevale · 9 months
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Some (very late) crossover doodles!
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wtfgaylittlezooid · 3 months
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the constants biggest hater
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minart-was-taken · 5 months
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What else is in there
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dashintrash · 3 months
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I was attacked by nostalgia demon and remade my bust collection for the third time 4 years later (around that much I didn't play nor thought about this game)
old drawings (2018 and 2020) below:
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also Maxwell and Charlie turned out very very white cause I didn't thought about how they gonna look against not white bg
them:
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zedleaked · 5 months
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My friend showed me this cool game called 'different stokes' where you draw things in a gallery and sometimes people can edit them!!
I went a bit ham, here's some stuff I drew
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monomons · 7 months
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they should be best friends.
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dont-mt-everest · 5 months
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YO I CAN'T BELIEVE WILSON SAID THAT TO WAGSTAFF (forgot to mention, turn down your volume)
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sylvermoths · 7 months
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So this is what happened right
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atomicrow · 24 days
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so i may have connected some dots recently when i was rewatching all the animations-
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evich · 30 days
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Sweet
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Wx blinked in the harsh sunrise. Huh, did their tent break? They were curled around something warm. They peeked down and nearly died of pure embarrassment. 
ao3!
They fell asleep on Winona. they can't remember it at all. How could they let themself use her as a teddy bear? Oh, she's going to be so mad!
Thankfully, they woke up first. They untangled themself from her and carefully set her in a laying down position. Hopefully she won't remember how disgustingly clingy Wx was.
They started on breakfast. They watched her nervously as they cooked. Please don't remember, please don't say anything. Was all they could think.
She got up and stretched, her back made disgustingly loud popping and cracking noises. She popped and rubbed her neck. Was it hurt? Did they hurt her somehow? They'll never forgive themself if they did.
She walked over to them and mumbled out a "Wan' help?" They nodded. She started making tea as they cooked. She thankfully didn't say anything. Maybe she forgot? Hopefully?
They were almost over it when she suddenly said something completely out of pocket. "I was thinkin' we're all kinda like a family, ya know? '' They froze. 
Did- they didn't say anything, right? They don't remember. Why can't they remember? Is she making fun of them? Or does she actually feel like that? "OH, YEAH?" She nodded. 
They nodded and awkwardly admitted "ME TWO." Walter joined them. He was rubbing his eye sleepily. Wormwood was there too, a few steps behind him.
"You what?" This was a trap, wasn't it? A cruel trick so they could all make fun of the overly sentimental robot. Well, Wx didn't care, and they weren't going to cry. They'll just say they were lying, or they'll kill them all and run away.
Winona responded from behind them. "I was just sayin' we're all like kin, don't you think so?" Walter grinned. Here it comes. Maybe if they're lucky a wormhole will come and swallow them up.
"Now that you say it, yeah! You're both like my cool big siblings!" Wait, what? He isn't making fun of them? He feels the same? ... He thinks they're cool?
Of course he does, they are cool. Super cool. The coolest. Winona leaned her elbow on their head. "you mean I'm your cool big sister?" 
"HEY, I'M COOL." They moved so her arm was around their shoulders instead and crossed their arms. She chuckled at them.
"Sure, I'll admit, you are cool… but I'm still taller than you." and so they bickered through breakfast, until it was time to do chores. They did theirs quickly again; chop down and replant the pine tree farms, harvest the berries, tend the beefalo.
The last one reminded them. Last night Wormy argued that he needs more compost wrap. He was shot down because they had too much to do, but Wx has some free time now.
They have all the rot they could possibly use at camp, but they were always running out of nitrite. So Wx went to the asteroid field and mined until they had enough for Wormwood to make fifteen wraps. They left the manure and nitrite in front of his tent.
While they were making dinner yesterday, Winona complained about running low on duct tape, so they set off to the spider dens. 
They knew they had to be more careful when it came to spiders than bees. So Wx spent the rest of the day luring them out and killing them one at a time. It was time consuming and tiring. But for some reason, the mere idea of Winona smiling and telling them they did a good job was incredibly motivational.
They chickened out at the last minute and placed the silk by her tent instead of taking credit. They don't know why they're still embarrassed showing affection, but they are.
They'll just have to keep it quiet, small. Make their family's day just a little bit brighter by doing the not so fun stuff for them. It'll be like a game, see if they notice. See how much they can do, make themself useful. 
They helped out around camp, trying to be sneaky. Fixing jackets, patching hats, finding other odd jobs to do. They just finished refilling Wormwood's watering cans. When Winona started on dinner. 
They joined her and it was the same as normal, but she would touch them every now and again. A tap to the shoulder to get them to move, a pat on the back to emphasize a joke, a friendly kick in the shins when they were purposely annoying.
It was nice, easy. Comfortable in a way they thought they'd never have. It was what they were jealous of for so long, but it's finally theirs and they love it.
Winona called the others to dinner, and now came a dilemma. They couldn't allow themself to sit next to Winona again, in case they got, er, clingy.
They liked being touched and touching, don't get them wrong. But, well, it's still embarrassing…
So instead they're sitting next to Wormwood during their family time, as Winona put it when calling the others. 
They just finished dinner and future plans, so Walter was sitting next to the fire telling a story. He was gesturing dramatically, and Winona was laughing quietly at every joke.
It was nice, the mesmerizing flicker of the fire, the white noise of their family talking, laughing, safe. They couldn't help the sudden heaviness in their eyes, the sway in their posture. They slowly fell towards Wormy.
Their head made contact with Wormwood's shoulder. He was soft and warm and he was safe. They were safe.
they couldn't help getting closer, wrapping their arms around him. Tucking their leg under his and pulling him closer to them. Their eyes fluttered closed, and they entered rest mode.
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Wormwood knew robot friend was getting sleepy. He was admittedly also getting quite tired. It was late, but no one wanted to go to bed. going to bed meant tomorrow, tomorrow means another day of fighting for their lives. Ment working all day just to live a little longer.
Wx's head slowly drooped towards him. He let them. He knows how tired they've been, knows that they push themself so hard. He knows how overworked they are trying to take a little off everyone's plate.
Wx claims to 'hardly stand' them sometimes, but Wormwood knows. He noticed them hunting spiders for Winona's tape without being asked. Noticed them leave the silk by her tent and the glands by Walter's without a word.
He's noticed full watering cans that were nearly empty. noticed nitrite and manure scattered around his tent. He notices a lot, so when Wx's head meets his shoulder he acts like he doesn't.
When Wx slowly tries to bring him closer, he allows it. when Wx curls into his side he says nothing. When the others retire to bed, he doesn't move. 
When Winona comes back with a blanket, he helps secure it quietly. He sits, silently enjoying Wx's company. It's nice, and if he curls into Wx's warmth, it's without a word.
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waokevale · 4 months
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There was no custody battle since their custodians were already chosen.
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