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How Many Lives You Plannin On Ruinin?
« how many lives you plannin’ on ruinin’? »
Don’t Starve starters - part 2
Funny question. Anne lowers her gaze to the table to consider it, but lets herself think aloud. It doesn’t matter what Mary does or doesn’t hear from her anymore; that ship has long since sailed.
“Huh. I don’t plan on ruinin’ any lives other than my own—maybe an ex or two’s—but that don’t mean I won’t ruin others, I s’pose. I imagine ye’ve ruined a fair few more.”
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Anne flit between dream and meditation fitfully, as she did more nights than not: even before the leech in her brain, peaceful sleep had eluded her grasp at every turn. Its gross, wiggling presence certainly didn’t make sleep any easier. Despite all of this, and every other warning sign in the night, it was base need and base need alone which finally dragged Anne back into the waking world. If she ignored the issue much longer, it was going to manifest, with or without her blessing.
Anne turned onto her side and fished for the dagger she kept under her pillow, only changing the unnatural brightness of the dying fire’s glow after she had it in hand. Between the fire and the glare of the full moon, she elected to do without another light, walking a short ways off into the woods. Wouldn’t do to attract unwanted animal visitors, after all, especially not to where they slept. She stopped nearby the short ditch instead, a ways off of where they made camp; it seemed a safe enough distance to her, though some might argue it was excessive.
Her hands stilled on the fastening of her trousers when a scuffle echoed up from the ditch. The nearby corpse of trees rattled with the sounds of it. The dagger was naked in her hand before Anne could blink, abandoning her chosen latrine plot to sneak up on the trees down the ditch instead. She slid down the short hill, staying low as she crept nearer the trees. When the young buck came galloping out, Anne dove to the side, barely missing being trampled by the wide-eyed beast. Even without knowing the habits of deer—and why would she, having been at sea all her life?—Anne could tell that whatever had scuffled with that deer was something mucking about with the natural order. In the dead of night like this, anything could be prowling about…but something big enough to tussle with a deer-sized opponent could certainly try tussling with an Anne-sized one, or some other in their company. Best to deal with this quickly, away from the others.
Anne picked her way through the corpse as carefully as possible, moonlight making shadows between the tree roots below and through its branches above. She stayed as close to the shadowed trunk as possible, hoping for the element of surprise—only to lose it in the next moment, too startled by what she finds on the other side of the tree to remember secrecy.
He doesn’t look well; he’s always been pale, mind, but he looks especially bloodless in the moonlight in a way the campfire prevents one from seeing. Or perhaps that’s not a trick of the light, and rather than it being moonlight robbing him of all color, it might be his health. He truly doesn’t look well, tired about the eyes in a strange sort of way Anne’s only seen once before, a very long time ago. She can’t quite place the look now, but she knows she’s seen it. They haven’t traveled together long, but even so, she’s moved to concern for him. It’s that damned look. It isn’t good news.
“You alright there, Astarion?”
RANDOMLY GENERATED HEADCANONS
Anne listens to 80s music.
Anne is afraid to close their eyes in the shower.
If the sorce media was a musical, Anne would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing.
Anne was dropped out of a window as a child.
Anne almost drank the lethal dosage of caffine once.
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Don’t Starve starters - part 2 characters examinations edition
44 starters || TW: violence, death
« do not test me! »
« oh no! you’re hurt! »
« back! back, beast! »
« oh, what a shame. »
« our truce ends here! »
« what a dapper fellow! »
« you’re a real monster! »
« hah! you’re a disaster. »
« i’ll have nightmares tonight! »
« i’ll prepare my incantations. »
« why are you being so mean? »
« so, you’re a monster after all. »
« i… don’t think that’s allowed… »
« i worry about you sometimes. »
« stop whining, it’s just a scratch! »
« pfft! i’d never murder so openly! »
« you’re just a big softie, aintcha? »
« don’t start fights you cannot win. »
« my dear friend as fallen in battle! »
« “sorry"s not gonna cut it this time! »
« ah, i’m sorry that happened to you. »
« you’re growin’ on me. like a fungus. »
« old habits die hard… and so will you! »
« i know that look. what are you up to? »
« don’t you think you should say sorry? »
« don’t worry, i can talk enough for two. »
« c'mon, bud, let’s get you on your feet. »
« i’m taking my friendship bracelet back! »
« watch where you’re swingin’ that thing! »
« how many lives you plannin’ on ruinin’? »
« are you here to tell me nursery rhymes? »
« interesting. i didn’t think you had it in you. »
« i hope you left the other guy lookin’ worse. »
« i did not know you possessed such power! »
« your body is weak but your heart is strong. »
« hey, c'mere! i’ve gotta AXE you a question! »
« if you’re going to attack, at least finish the job! »
« i gave you the benefit of the doubt, but that’s it! »
« why don’t you leave the fighting to professionals? »
« grandpa always said laughter was the best medicine! »
« don’t worry, we’ll get you back to normal! er, normal-ish. »
« perhaps you can add this to your roster of ghost stories. »
« you’re gonna have one monster of a headache after this, buddy. »
« you’re like a burnt marshmallow. crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside! »
Try to fluster my muse. Do whatever it takes to make them blush!