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(Crossposted from Tumblr, written for the Transgender September challenge)
  • Wilson may or may not have himself figured out before adolescence, but it makes very little difference in the long run when puberty blockers won’t be invented for another 80 years or so. However, he picks out his new name as a teenager; his exact choice, Wilson rather than William or perhaps something like Wilbur or Wilfred, and the way he discourages people from casually shortening his name to the first syllable, may be slightly pointed.
  • His parents aren’t thrilled, but they don’t disavow or contradict him over it, and this is hardly the first time they’ve acted like they would prefer he was someone else. They maintain that their middle child has always been a son. By their standards this is being supportive.
  • He goes through university and grad school presenting full-time as male and returns with diplomas in the name of Wilson P. Higgsbury. At some point around then it’s possible that he follows in the footsteps of Alan L. Hart and Karl Baer and undergoes gender-confirming surgery, though without the kind of media attention for being a pioneer thereof that would support a Wikipedia article about him solely on that basis a century later. (Certainly it would be more convenient later in life when he gets stranded in an alternate dimension consisting primarily of small unsettled forested islands.)
  • His greatest scientific success as an independent chemist is what he refers to as his “beard formula”, an artificial androgen that in particular promotes vigorous hair growth. Early trials result in various animals developing thick, bristly black hair, as well as that one time he spilled it on the rug and it still managed to stain and fluff up the completely inert fibres. Eventually he deems it suitable for self-experimentation, and afterwards develops a talent for growing several inches of beard over the course of mere months or weeks. It actually seems to grow faster the longer it gets, up until it runs out of steam around knee-length.
  • Unfortunately, he never manages to patent the beard formula before being sent to the Constant, partly because of difficulty reproducing the exact formula he used on himself and partly because of unchecked ADHD making it much harder to keep good records or follow a predictable schedule.
  • By now he exists in various records as a young man with his current name, so the thought of being drafted into the Great War and subsequently outed by the medical exam causes him quite a bit of anxiety. When he actually gets called up before the draft board in 1918 the officers dismiss him for being short, underweight, and sickly-looking before they even get to that point. Wilson is simultaneously relieved and insulted.
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Level -1: Shipwrecked. A self-contained world from which egress is difficult and limited, lacking a few of the dangers of the Constant proper but replacing them with tropical horrors of equal or greater lethality. Its edges wrap around to each other through transcendental fog. Even reaching the world of DST from here is a challenge.

Level 0: The recently-made-passable ocean of Return of Them, and the occasional saltwater lake enclosed inland. It has small waves, it has seabirds, it has wind but not to excess, it has kelp, and it has outcroppings of rock which cannot be mined and are fit only to smash holes into poorly steered boats. It can be used to access the opposite end of the island, or the fallen moon, or further places. Even on the outskirts of the true ocean, the shadows cannot seem to reach you in any tangible sense.

Level 1: The ocean across the border of the world. Darker in colour than the familiar ocean, whose waves reach perhaps a few feet into it and then break on an unseen barrier. The surface is utterly still apart from the immediate wake of whatever boats may sail upon it. No seabirds land here. The wind can still be harnessed but does not disturb the water’s surface. Dropped items fall through the seemingly solid deck of your boat to the waters below.

Level 2: Things do not stay in one piece from instant to instant. The parts of your own body are constantly flickering in and out of existence and clipping through each other, as are the parts of your boat. Your hair is visible through your flickering hat. Your scalp is visible through your flickering hair. Insides can be seen through outsides. The world can no longer be mapped. The wind is still here. The sun rises and sets. The shadows can see you, but they cannot catch you. The hounds, however, sometimes can.

Level 3: You and your boat become invisible except from a few specific angles, and cannot even be seen by a disturbance in the water. Sound still works reliably, as does nonvisual perception, and may be your only way of changing course to return to the world.

Level 4: You can no longer be seen at all, nor can your boat.

Recent innovations in boating technology have made it possible to pass from the outer reaches of level 1 to level 3 without ever seeing the telltale space-rending effects of level 2, but its existence - if that is the correct word - has already been documented. Whether the current state of affairs is a shortcut, a suppressant, or level 2 being subsumed into its neighbours has yet to be determined.

There may be further levels, but I haven’t visited them, and I know only one person who has.
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In honour of 4/13, I present to you my thoughts on what the survivors would be like as trolls, compiled from previous brainstorming sessions:

Wilson:
His hints of an upper-class or upper-middle-class upbringing make me think cerulean; he’s not beefy enough to fit in with the higher highbloods and too snobby to be, say, a yellowblood. I don’t think he’d have any mind powers though, he’d be more like Mallek or Elwurd. There was a time when I thought he could be a tealblood for basically the same reasons I gave for cerulean, but Hiveswap Friendsim showed that the two centremost midblood castes have significantly more regimented lives than the castes directly above or below them.

Willow: Probably an urban lowblood; I like the concept of her having fire powers, which could probably be wedged into any blood colour below green but makes the most sense for a psionic yellowblood or maybe right on the brown/yellow boundary (we do have a Homestuck-canon example of a yellowblood with more brownblood-like psionics in Zebede, so the reverse might be an option).

Wolfgang: He comes across as a working-class country bumpkin in canon but his powers are straight out of the high blueblood playbook, which is difficult to place. He might fit in as a rare male oliveblood given that Konyyl is also huge and buff and can punch through walls, although as far as I know even really buff olivebloods aren’t on the same level as STRONG bluebloods.

Wendy: I can’t see her as anything but a redblood with all the death stuff she has going on. A necropath, to borrow the term from ceescedasticity‘s no-sburb fanfics. She and Abigail are still twins, but not psychically conjoined like the Soleils (I am of the opinion that that was only possible for them because of wacky purpleblood psychic powers); they may have hatched from the same egg, though. Some misfortune befell Abigail when they were ~5 sweeps old, and her fairly powerful ghost is following her sister around.

WX-78 is still a robot but, like, a robot with horns. (The horns also work as antennas!) There was some grisly and needlessly detailed speculation about them having blood anyhow, possibly taken from other trolls, but I’ll spare you that. Mostly they’re the same as they are in canon.

Wickerbottom: …I really want her to be a psionic yellowblood who can throw lightning around with her brain, but if she’s older than about 20 in human years (and it’d be very disconcerting for her to be the same age as everybody else) that’d probably result in her being stuffed into a helmscolumn and Spaceship Wickerbottom is not exactly what I was looking for. I did float the idea while I was brainstorming this that she’s a technician in the Fleet who since childhood has been hiding the strength of her psionics and hacking the official records accordingly; however, it would be a lot simpler if she was a teal or jade archivist. Her hatchname was Wicker but her adult title is The Librarian. (Yeah, yeah, it’s nine letters, fight me.)

Woodie: He’s easy to place – he’s a brownblood who lives in a forest and has a huge semibipedal beaver monster for a lusus – but I don’t know how to work the werebeaver into it more directly. Maybe he like… astral projects into his lusus involuntarily when the moons are both full, either instead of or in addition to communing with animals in a more standard brownblood fashion.

Wes: A Wholesome Purpleblood. He excels at chucklevoodoos and circus tricks, but sucks at fighting physically even compared to trolls much lower on the hemospectrum. Which is just as well because he’s not interested in casual murder anyway.

Wigfrid: Oliveblood would make a lot of sense, for similar reasons to Wolfgang. She could also be the high blueblood in this scenario. It wouldn’t even be implausible for her to be a purpleblood since they combine theatrical performance with violence in a vaguely similar fashion.

Webber: Has horns that look like his headlegs. That might pigeonhole him into being a yellowblood since they all have at least partially doubled horns, although I very clearly and distinctly see him as having animal communion powers rather than telekinesis, which is more of a brownblood thing. It’s extremely strong and compelling towards invertebrates, but when used on other creatures it‘s at best feeble and at worst causes them to fly into a rage and attack him. Most mammalian wildlife has the latter reaction, sometimes before he’s even consciously tried to use the power. His lusus is essentially a spider queen; he thinks of her broods of giant six-legged spiders as his siblings, and they’re the first to come to his aid.

Winona: Olive seems logical given her very working-class attitude and lack of flashy powers in DS canon. Moirails since wigglerhood with Charlie, who’s the same blood colour but about a sweep younger; it seems like the closest equivalent to sisterhood for trolls’ lack of family ties, unless I wanted to put in another set of monozygotic twins.

Maxwell: I put him as a tealblood pre-Friendsim, but for the reasons I outlined in Wilson's entry, cerulean might be better if I didn't want the troll version of him to be railroaded into law school as a young man. Having said that, I immensely enjoy the concept that in the troll version of the Don’t Starve magic system, the Nightmare Monarch’s avatar automatically turns into a tyrian-blooded seadweller no matter what blood colour they had before. I also enjoy the concept that post-throne he still has the fins but his blood’s changed back to normal and now he's effectively a mutant.

Walani: I could see her as a brownblood since she’s very fond of animals. She lives on the coast and is one of the few lowbloods who likes the ocean, possibly because she has a posse of marine life and the occasional amphibian that’d fuck anyone up if they tried to start something with her on the beach. Her lusus could be something like the Tiger Shark or a Crocodog.

Warly: The only actual seadweller here, although he leaves off the usual seadweller arrogance (except occasionally when confronted with a culinary abomination). Wants to travel the oceans, meet interesting sea creatures, and cook them.

Woodlegs: An elderly and frankly insane cerulean pirate who might have just stayed on Alternia on his pirate ship when all the adults were ordered into space hundreds of sweeps ago. If this is indeed the case and he’s roughly contemporaneous with the Summoner, both his age and his ability to evade the authorities are squarely in “how are you still alive” territory. He’s very good at what he does, even though he has no idea what century it is anymore.

Wilbur: A monkey lusus whose troll charge died long ago. He just kind of wanders around Alternia doing whatever he wants, often accompanied by ordinary Alternian monkeys who gravitate to his natural leadership.

I have no idea how to incorporate Wilba or Wormwood, I don't know Wheeler and Wagstaff well enough yet, and I don’t think Wortox would be very different (he’s not from Earth or the Constant in the first place).
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My dad, handing back the gem I asked him to sand the glittery border off of, now freshly de-glittered: How are you going to hang onto that?

Me, completely deadpan: I’m going to glue it to my face.

My dad, jocularly: I want a picture of that.

Me: And you shall receive it.
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John Mulaney, panel 1a: 'No!' Panel 1b: 'tagging back the threads I already have going'John Mulaney, panel 2a: 'Yeah!' Panel 2b: 'starting new threads'

the struggle I have every day of my life

apologies to everyone I’ve RPed with ever
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