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me thinking that posting the first chapter will give me motivation to get more writing done:

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Chapter 3: Onion Soup

Wilson whimpered audibly as he cowered in the giants palm. He felt himself being lowered before he was released onto the cool tiles of a counter. Without even thinking, he took off running. He didn't get far however as he plummeted into the large, cold basin of a sink. He leaped up and tried to jump out, only to have a glass jar slammed over him. He was lifted out of the sink and placed back on the counter. He uncurled from his terrified cower before looking around his dimly lit surroundings. Softly burning candles lit the room as herbs hung from a drying rack above him. Braids of onions and garlic sat on nails that were tapped into the sides of cupboards. A bundle of carrots, jars of spices and a pile of onions were already placed next to him. A kitchen...oh god.

He knew that to a tiny, other than in a giants stomach, a giants kitchen is the worst place you can be. He pressed his palms onto the walls of his glass prison as the mime left his view and came back with a large, copper soup pot. Wilson gulped. The mimes hands reached past Wilson and retrieved a large kitchen knife. Just like that, Wilson fainted. Fading in and out of consciousness, the poor man covered his ears and began to cry knowing that with every chop, every sizzle and every stir that he heard, his demise was growing nearer and nearer. "Wilson P Higgsbury...cooked into a giants soup and never seen again..." he wept as he heard the pot begin to boil. After a few gut renching minutes of hopeless dread, the jar lifted away from him. Before he could scamper away, giant fingers curled around his body and raised him up off the counter. "No! Nooo!" Wilson cried. "Please, sir! Have mercy!" He covered his eyes as he was placed onto a wood surface. This was it. He was a goner. Everything was still. Then, he felt a gentle prodding on his head. With teary eyes, he slowly lifted his trembling and met the large brown eyes of the mime. He sniffled as he began to realize..it was ok.

He wasn't being harmed, this was no butchers block! It was a table but he didn't seem to be the dinner. He looked back into the mimes worry filled eyes before slowly sitting up, still keeping a hesitant crouch. The clown smiled sweetly and stroked the tiny mans black hair before offering him something. A tiny bowl, just his size, of onion soup. He looked down into the toasty brown broth with little bits of herbs bobbing around inside. It smelled delicious! He was about to dig in before pausing. "Y-you..aren't going to eat me?" He peeped. The mime reached over and gently caressed his tiny face with his thumb before shaking his head, a sweet smile on his painted face. Wilson shoved the mimes hand away and jumped in anger. "Why didn't you say anything then?!" He yelled. "I was terrified!" The mime pulled his hand away, looking a little bit hurt. He pressed his fingers to his throat, tapping softly. Wilson blushed in embarrassment. "O-oh..I-I'm terribly sorry..." he sat down. "I didn't realize.."

The mime was a mute.

#ds wes #ds wilson #wilson p higgsbury #borrowers #dst wes #dst g/t #haha im back

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Does anybody wanna talk Don't Starve g/t with me? Because I'm literally so stuck on my fic lmao

#dont stave together #dont starve #ds wilson #ds wes #wilson p higgsbury #borrowers #dst g/t #g/t community

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It's ok

Stay and rest. Wes will make you something to eat.

(Haha foreshadowing to chapter 3)

#ds wes #dst wes #ds wilson #wilson p higgsbury #borrowers #dst g/t

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wes from don't starve is a gay clown!

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A belated but very happy birthday to Wes !! UWU ( also a slight attempt at trying some sort of painting esk thing with the shading?? )

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Julia Butterfly Hill lived in a 180-foot (55 m)-tall, roughly 1500-year-old California Redwood tree  for 738 days between December 10, 1997 and December 18, 1999. Hill lived in the tree, affectionately known as “Luna,” to prevent Pacific Lumber Company loggers from cutting it down.

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Gaia/Terra

Small devotional acts.

Think of her while watering your plants*

Always reuse or recycle when possible* 

Make mini gardens/landscapes and put them around your home**

Wear feathers in your hair**

Eat fresh fruits and vegetables**

Use natural fibers (like hemp)**

Wear earthy tones**

Spend time caring for your pets**

Being motherly/affectionate – take care of others** 

Go barefoot

Put out birdseed – especially in the winter

Plant some native plants in your area

Press some flowers

Go bird watching

Take a moment to enjoy the weeds that grow in the harshest places

Drink more juices and teas!

Go to a farmer’s market

Wear clothes with leafy patterns

Go for a walk

Wear perfumes/scents that remind you of summer

Enjoy the sunshine – even if it’s through a window

Buy foods from local farms

Wear wooden jewelry

Listen to music that makes you feel like its summertime

Go on a picnic

Learn a new wild plant name

Leave flowers in random places

Watch a nature documentary

Visit your local park

Decorate your home with things that remind you of nature

PRACTICE LOVING YOURSELF

Many, many, many other things not said here

* @legia and ** @theimpossiblegirl31

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Big Rock, Big Sunrise! & Toad Stool Sunset (by Stephen Oachs)

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Pueblo woman with chile ristras, New Mexico

Photographer: T. Harmon Parkhurst

Date: 1940 - 1945?

Negative Number: HP.1974.10.106

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Milky Way (by Willa Wei) New Mexico, Joshua Tree, Death Valley, Kenya, Bristlecone Forest & Yosemite

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I absolutley love the idea of Wilson. P. Higgsbury being a chonky, impaitient, food motivated soft little man! So precious!

#wilson percival higgsbury #wilson p higgsbury #dont starve #dont stave together #don't starve together #what a sweet little man #i wanna hold him

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Collection of doodles from my DST animal hybrids shit

Bonus out of context meme

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- Nobody believes me when I say that 95% of all people are complete idiots. - I think that I lower these procents. 97% is minimum.

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