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Hi! Can I request headcanons for a few different Wilbur versions (do whichever ones you’d like, please include Ghostbur tho) with a reader who likes to steal their sweaters/uniforms? Thank you!
A/N: We love some cute Fluff pieces 😁. I'm gonna do scenarios with HC bits under them instead of the usual HC format bc its just easier and more fun
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Ghostbur
"Y/N Darling have you seen my-" Ghostbur spots you on one of the counters of his brewery snuggled up with your knees to your chest and covered by a way oversized yellow sweater that obviously belongs to him.
"Oh hey Love." You wave at him with a sleeve covered palm. Your hand is no where to be seen under the yellow fabric and on top your knees, again completely covered by the sweater, is a book. A book stained with blue on the cover and scribble handwriting for the title.
"What're you doing down here?" Ghostbur smiled and stepped over a puddle to your side.
"Reading your potions recipes." You responded and tucked your chin under the sunshine colored wool.
"Are you cold?" He asked with a smile and you nodded. Ghostbur tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and moved an empty brewing stand so he could sit beside you and read out what words you couldn't read due to a smudge of blue dye or slip of his handwriting.
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"Y/N?" Ghostbur poked his head into your room after you responded he could come in.
"Just back here Ghostbur." You called out and he followed your voice. You were sorting something and as he approached he recognized SEVERAL of his own clothes. Sweaters of differing shades of yellow and cool tans alone with a few sky blue ones he hardly wore.
"Is this where they've all gone?!" Ghostbur exclaimed with a bright smile. He slipped his arms around your waist from behind and hovered up to put his chin on your head.
"What? Your sweaters?" You smiled mischievously. "Yeah, I get cold at night so I stole a few and then a few turned into a few more."
"You could've come found me." Ghostbur pouted a little and you turned around and pulled him down to your level, giving him a kiss to the cheek.
"I know but you wander sometimes and come back smelling like the sewer. These sweaters always smell like you." You protested.
"Well if you're going to keep stealing them I'm gonna have tio ask you to let me see how you look in them." Ghostbur begged and tickled you until you gave in and gave him a front row seat to your own fashion show.
All the same pants but several upon several oversized sweaters with blue stains down the middle and flowers seemingly sprouting from some.
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Ghostbur loves it when you wear his clothes in other words. He likes how you look so swallowed by them and how warm you seem. How happy.
He tries to stop wandering and smelling like the sewer when he comes back so that you snuggle him instead of stealing his clothes.
Don't get him wrong, he loves seeing you just walking around in one of his sweaters but the guy has to wear something.
Deep down I think he feels like you going in public in his sweaters is kind of like a mark of him. Like everyone knows your his now. Deep down I think Ghostbur likes that aspect as a reminder that he still is a fragment of Alivebur.
Speaking of....
Alivebur (Pogtopia Era)
Wilbur hung his head where he stood in front the Nether portal and sighed heavily. It was pointless to try and win L'manberg back. They were tied and doubts were creeping in. Poor Tommy. Wilbur thought of Tommy now and how crushed he would be if they lost their nation to Dream and Schlatt.
"Would that really be so bad?" Wilbur thought and surprised himself. L'manberg was his melody. His symphonic masterpiece.
"Wil? You alright in there?" Your voice snapped him back to the living world and he turned around to see you. His sweet Melody. You were his anchor. If not fight for Tommy or L'manberg then you.
"Woah Darling what're you wearing?" Wilbur chuckled as he spotted your attire. A black and orange jacket that engulfed your arms and bore the logo of what looked like a gas station pump.
"I found this in a chest and thought it looked warm. The draft was getting to me." You explained and held our your arms to reveal the sleeves much too long. "But I think it's a little big."
"Well obviously. Could you not tell it was mine?" Wilbur lifted the hanging sleeve and found your hand under the fabric. He made quick work to shoving his hand down the sleeve and intertwining it with your fingers. A chill ran across his own and he realized just how cold you were.
"Really? It is?" Wilbur examined the old thing and felt nostalgic of L'manberg and his first moments in this new place so far from his desert homeland. Of course he hadn't told you about Utah yet and didn't plan on it either.
"Yeah. Its got my initials on the tag and everything." Wilbur pointed our and pulled you close to him. "Though you can keep it. Old thing needs a new home anyway." Wilbur smiled and kissed you softly. Your free hand came and cupped his cheek with the sleeve limp against his face as well.
This made him smile. His beautiful Song engulfed in his jacket. A perfect picture untouched by the madness that crept in his heart.
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"Darling why are you wearing that?" Wilbur asked with a sharp edge taking his voice to a lower level. You stood before him wearing his trench coat and a beanie the color of fresh blood over your ears and framing your face rather beautifully. Wilbur couldn't deny even now in his foul mood that you looked pretty.
"It's cold and my coat practically falls off my shoulders. Techno's potatoes aren't exactly the most filling thing." You responded and curled beside him under the oak tree he sat against.
It was raining and Wilbur was brooding. The ravine echoed horribly like a train was rumbling above them when it rained and it often conflicted with the rebellion leader's thoughts. (How ironic for the state of his future.)
"I'm sorry." Wilbur muttered and kissed your head absently.
"Do you mind me wearing your clothes?" You asked him shakily and Wilbur realized how pissed he must've sounded.
"Oh no! Not at all. As long as you're comfortable my love." Wilbur thought of his plan. His promise to Tommy if they lost and what would happen to him, to you both, after it was done. "I was just irritated at myself, I'm sorry for my tone."
"I know this is stressful Wil. Don't worry, we'll get L'manberg back." You said and rested your head against his shoulder.
"Promise me Darling that whatever happens to me you'll stay this optimistic." Wilbur laughed and you smiled faintly, sleep already taking you from his words.
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Pog!Alivebur really doesn't mind. As long as you're safe and warm he doesn't care and actually encourages it. I don't have a lot else to say really.
He knows what's going to happen soon and just wants your last moments with him to be happy ones. Even if he is a brooding emo villain boy at the time.
Alivebur (L'manberg Era)
Wilbur crept through your cottage carefully. The night chirped with his footsteps as he avoided the creaky planks from the poor architecture. Once L'manberg was finally at peace he'd build you a real house with a cellar to keep all your fancy wines, or whatever you collected, and a shed out back for storage, and a porch that you could watch the sunset on next to him. For now though he had to focus on not waking you.
Wilbur poked his head into your room slowly and nearly tripped over himself as he stood up straight in the doorway. You didn't have any blankets and only one pillow that was bent to rest under your head and be held by your soft hands close to your chest.
For warmth you were snuggled under what appeared in the moonlit room as his uniform coat. The startling blue fabric encompassed you completely and Wilbur couldn't help but stare.
"Wil?" You muttered and only then did Wilbur realize he had walked over and was caressing your cheek gently as if it were porcelain.
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"Y/N? Is that you?" Wilbur rubbed at his eyes and shuffled over the grass to your side. It was late and you couldn't sleep.
Ever since the war had been declared you hadn't felt safe going home so you were living in the van with your general boyfriend and his forever cooking potions.
"Did I wake you?" You clutched the coat that swallowed your body closely against the bitter night wind.
"No of course not. I just got colder than usual. " Wilbur kissed your temple and put his head on your shoulder. "Are you wearing my coat?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, I thought it would be chilly out here so I grabbed it. Do you want it back?" You begin to shrug off the blue fabric but a hand stops you abruptly.
"No No, you keep it. It's about time Dream sees who's side you're on." Wilbur smiles.
"Only yours Wilbur."
"That's just what I wanted to hear Darling."
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He melts honestly. Ugh and when you take it off and it smells like you? Instant joy.
Wilbur is a man of passion and to see one of the things he's passionate about sporting one of his jackets or sweaters or whatever it just destroys him.
You've tried wearing his glasses a few times but that doesn't always work out bc he ends up not being able to see you all that well.
Simpbur
Wilbur didn't pay attention to his clothes a lot so you thought it'd be fine if you took one of his spare sweaters. Just one from the stash he kept at your apartment. Nothing serious and it wasn't like you were going to steal it forever, you were just cold and lonely now.
"Y/n, why are you wearing that?" A growl responded to the jump of your body to the sound of a creaking door.
Turns out his lack of attention to such objects does not decline their attachment value.
"I got cold. Sorry, you weren't home and I needed to work in the garden so a sweater seemed more practical than a blanket-"
"Why are you still talking? Of course it's fine, but if you're going to wear my clothes go out in them." Wilbur was clingy when he was home and was practically rubbing on you like a cat. "Show the world that you're mine." He uttered in your ear and a chill ran along your arms.
"Are you still cold? Why don't we go to bed early, or take a hot shower. It's been a long day darling, lets just spend the night together. You can wear my jumper and boxers if you'd like." Wilbur nuzzled your neck and you chuckled.
Wilbur was sweet like that. You'd do something you'd never done before and he'd basically get right on board with it like now.
"Wil you're gonna smother me!"
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Simpbur is very encouraging about this kind of stuff. He adores you in his clothes and just wants to show the world that you're his for sure in such a way.
Might seem a little angry at first but really he's just kicking himself for not thinking of such a scenario in his head already, like damn. He's a creative musician madly in love and he didn't think of the most cliche couple thing ever? Ugh.
Revivebur
Revivebur wasnt exactly the most attentive partner after his second chance and for a while he wasn't around at all and you didn't so much as see a glimpse of his shadow around the SMP. Then one day when you're curled up in an old sweater you found laying around he barges back into your life like he hadn't just ignored you for half a year.
"Darling darling I am so so sorry I've been away, I've had to see everything since my revival and I just-" He stops dead in his theatrics and pauses on the moth bitten item of clothing you wear.
"What is that?" He asks. You look down at the fabric, analyzing the deep blue stain running down the middle and droplets of the same color right along the collar.
"An old sweater of yours. From when you were first here." You mutter and pull the sleeves over your hands in melancholy contentment.
"Take it off." Wilbur's voice demanded.
"Excuse me? You hardly have any authority to tell me what to do right now and much less to tell me, no to demand, that I remove a SINGLE article of clothing when you've hardly as much as looked my way since you earned your 'new lease on life!'" You were in Wilbur's face before you knew it and an incredulous look was on his own. A response quick on his tongue as he hissed.
"Darling, I know I've done you wrong but if you're going to wear my clothes its not going to be remnants of a weak and pitiful man that has been dead for nearly fifteen years." Wilbur was quiet in his words and his hands made quick work of keeping you close to his chest, his lips a ghost over the shell of your ear.
"There'll be plenty of time for the 'removing of clothing' as you put it, after we talk like civilized people."
"I loved that 'weak and pitiful man' and the ghost that replaced him. You are hardly a shell of what they were." You shit back. You thought Wilbur would be the same when you got the news of his new life. You should've read the clues of the ones who told you. The grave faces and sunken eyes, the grief and fear that laced their words like drugs in candy at a college party.
"You take that back." Wilbur growled and you pulled away from his tight grip.
"I'm going to talk to you Wilbur but I will not apologize until you prove yourself worthy of the same love I gave to Alivebur and Ghostbur." You stated and clung to the stained sweater. It didn't matter if the stain was the blood of the man before you or the one that died November 16th, this was Wilbur's sweater and it was all you had right now.
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This was the only scenario I could really think of for Revivbur bc I've only been able to imagine him as very possessive and dismissed of his past selves, so yeah. Very aggressive and kind of *ahem* needy when he finally says hello to you.
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I know I know its not exactly "Stealing Clothing HC's" or whatever but I thought it was cute and fit the request. If you would like me to do it again but in a different way you're welcome to request that. I'm also not opposed to doing a specific HC bit for just one of the Bursonas if that is what some of you would enjoy as well.
Anyway, hope you all liked it. I know I said it would've been out yesterday but an emergency came up considering my Thanksgiving celebration and had to be addressed by moi.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone and see you all very soon 💛💙
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matt-w-blogging · 2 years
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"Who are you" "I'm you but I can say fuck" meme but with Ghostbur and Revivebur
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space-robinhood · 1 year
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Symphony's Leitmotif
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faeyrs · 3 months
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i use my skills for good trust me
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I’ll Make A Man Out Of You is so c!techno training c!crimeboys in pogtopia.
Backstory to this drawing:
I headcannon c!techno as ambidextrous so he shows the two left-handed stances and attacks so that they are more familiar with them and personally know the advantages to each of them and how they can counter them as well as the disadvantages and difficulties to them and how they can exploit them but overall so they are more prepared for every situation— in this case: left-handed opponents. While c!tommy is experienced in pvp (although not as skilled as c!techno), c!wilbur is definitely not as comfortable and trained with combat— let alone left-handed combat.
This was my last drawing of 2023 but I forgot to post it here too— Originally I started this drawing waaaay back in early October because charlie slimecicle sung the song with jaiden in a qsmp karaoke stream and the song got stuck in my head.
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C U IN UT
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c! wilbur
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Toxic yaoi minecraft version
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY EVERYONE
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killin-kel · 4 months
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I saw DTIYS by kuolluo on twitter and just knew I NEED to draw it
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I Think I'm Alive For You
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@heartofwritiingiing reblogged my fiction I Think I Died for You and added this amazing tag...and well...this happened yeah.
NOTICE: This is going to take place in an alternate universe where Karl and Sapnap never left Quackity (for plot reasons just read)
(Also those who have requested things I am working on them I promise)
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"This is L'manberg. Or what's left of it." The man's voice was airy and faint. Rain drizzled down around you and he helped you to your feet.
His hand was warm and it made your blood spark in excitement. You'd been cold for so long...
"You said your name was Y/N?" The stranger kept your hand in his but you hardly minded. You met red eyes with curiosity like a flame dancing in the pools.
"What's yours?" You asked skeptically. There was a white streak in his hair...odd.
"Wilbur. Wilbur Soot." Wilbur said and you let a small smile twitch on your lips.
"Well it's nice to meet you." You said stiffly and smoothed out the thin clothes you wore. Nothing more than a plain green shirt and a blue jacket with some trousers to hide your body from the elements. It reminded you of something of a zombie, though you hardly remembered the things.
"Would you like to see the place?" Wilbur smiled at you and something flickered in his crimson eyes. Something welcoming and vague.
"Yes, yes i suppose i would." You nodded and Wilbur offered his arm. The warmth sparked your blood again and tingled throughout your body like a lightning bolt.
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Wilbur was interesting...he was a steady hand on your back as you explored the many improved technologies that had emerged in your time 'away' as he had begun to call it.
Things felt better around him, like figuring out how long you'd been gone and how you got where you were didn't matter. At least, that's what Wilbur had told you he planned to make you feel like. So far he succeeded.
"I'll never miss another sunset again." Wilbur sighed and rubbed a half gloved finger over your hand softly. You smiled and rested against his shoulder with you back. In your free hand you twirled a flower, it was dying and the dark blue of its petals reminded you of something. Someone. A memory that seemed so happy you wanted to remember it.
"Hey Wil." You said softly.
"What is it darling?" He asked airily and you could tell he had his eyes closed. A breeze passed by.
"How did you die?"
Wilbur was quiet and his hand ceased to rub against yours. The air felt dangerous and explosive. The faint smell of gunpowder wafted from Wilbur on the quiet breeze and blew off a single petal from your dying blue flower.
"I..." Wilbur stammered and your curiosity grew. Did he remember? Did he not know like you? Was it all fuzzy and blank?
"My father stabbed me. I asked him to." Wilbur didn't look at you and a distant hand came and rubbed his chest.
"Oh..." You were grim in your words and thought it better to just stay quiet.
"Do you know how you died darling?" Wilbur asked and you shook your head. He pulled you close to him, resting your head on his shoulder and his arm around you.
"I don't even remember being alive." You scoffed and curled close to Wilbur.
"Maybe it doesn't matter then." Wilbur shrugged and your brain glitched.
"Your life doesn't matter to me anymore Y/N of-"
Someone had said that to you then it went blank. Then you died.
"I think I was important to someone, and they killed me." Your brow furrowed.
"You shouldn't worry about it, you've got me now." Wilbur kissed your head and lingered there with his nose buried in your hair.
"Yeah..."
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You tried not to question anything that happened from then on. Wilbur hadn't seemed too happy about you figuring it out and something wrong twisted in your gut about that.
"I don't know what's gotten into him." You sighed and caressed the face of the blue sheep. Tommy had said it was important to someone you knew and they would've liked you to have him.
Of course this had been rather odd but the animal was quite cute, so you supposed you could take care of it for now. It had a collar and on a tag in scrawled writing was 'Friend.'
"He's gone back to Las Nevadas and told me to stay home. Wonder why." You played with the bright blue wool and earned a satisfied baa from the livestock.
"I think he likes you."
There was a face, blank and compassionate. It was familiar and something cold but longing flickered in your chest.
Friend let out an indignant baa and you resumed petting him absent minded.
"Let's go find Wilbur." You decided and hooked the leash onto the sheep's collar, leading him to the desert city of Las Nevadas.
The clouds blocked the sun over the desert and you remembered Wilbur saying something about Quackity being a liar and basically moving every scrap of sand he could to create his capitalist paradise.
"I bet you'd be real hot in that wool if it wasn’t cloudy." You smiled at Friend and tugged the sheep along. Despite what Wilbur had told you about the palace of lies Q had built in his artificial desert, you were awestruck at the infrastructure nonetheless.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
You looked over your shoulder slowly as you stared at a tower of quartz and what looked like a needle at the top. No fear ran in your blood, Wilbur had said that was partially because of how long you'd been away.
"Erm, Y/N." you narrowed your eyes at the creature. A being of green goo with glasses covered in slime and a meshed version of suspenders and a shirt. A rather haggard appearance all together really.
"Where are you from?" The blobby man asked with a dorky smile.
"I-" your brow furrowed. Where were you from?
"This is L'manburg, or what's left of it."
"L'manburg. What's left of it anyways." You said.
"Well Y/N of What's left of L'manburg, Please state your business." The slime stood straight for such an unstable appearance and you cringed. Something fearful sparked in your chest at the familiar way they talked.
"You life doesn't matter to me anymore Y/N of-"
"I'm here for Wil-" You shook away the cold, dying memeory and just about as you got half his name out.
"Y/N? What're you doing here? What's with the sheep?" Wilbur's voice came from behind the slime man and the gooey greeter was quick to vanish away in a gloop of green into the sandy ground.
"I came looking for you. Tommy gave him to me, his name's Friend apparently." You shrugged. Something passed over Wilbur's face as he looked at the sheep before he snapped back to you.
"You really need to go." He let a sly smile split his lips but the smoothness of his words did little to quell the suspicion rising in your gut.
"and why's that?" You crossed your arms, the lead attached to your wrist swinging as Friend sniffed and baaed at the ground.
"Because darling-" Wilbur's words fell short as a new voice cut through the air.
"Y/N?" This voice belonged to a man in a colorful hoodie with a swirl in the middle and shaggy brown hair with a set of oddly colored goggles sitting on top his head.
"What-?" Fog swirled in your head and Wilbur stepped back to your side, his arm wrapping around your waist comfortingly.
"Karl?" You recognized the face now. The loose freckles and curious eyes. Wilbur's hand vanished from your side and you ran into Karl's arms.
"Oh my gosh, where did you go?" His familiar embrace warmed your soul and ignited a smile on your face.
"I-I died!" You pulled away from him and took in his features. The eye bags were new and the love worn wrinkles from ages of laughing and smiling looked good on him.
"You what?" his smile dropped. "What do you mean you died?" His eyes flicked up to your hair where a white streak ran through the locks, matching with Wilbur's.
"I don't remember anything from before or during. Oh gosh Karl, it was just cold and empty. Wilbur's helped a ton." You turned from the single person you could remember and turned to the man who had saved you. He was scowling slightly and had his arms crossed, a cigarette burning on the side of his mouth.
"My little sister got help from the he-devil himself?" Karl quirked a brow and looked at you disbelieving.
"It was meant to be a surprise. If you'd stayed in town like I asked things would've gone right." Wilbur growled a little.
"What're you talking about Wil. Nothing of yours has ever gone right." A man with black hair and white attire came from behind Karl along with a smaller man whose voice had risen. The smaller man was clad in a very...capitalist set of suspenders and a long scar ran down the side of his face and over his eye.
"Hush up Big Q. It was your idea for me to do it in Las Nevadas." Wilbur dabbed his cigarette ash into the sand, crushing an ember with the heel of his boot.
"Hold on," You stepped away from Karl and back to Wilbur's side. "If you're Quackity, and this is Karl." You turned to the last man with dark hair. "Who the fuck are you?" You asked and Friend baaed in agreement.
"Sapnap at your service. For being married to the guy, Karl never mentioned a sister." Sapnap leaned on Karl heavily and your brother's face turned a bright blooming red.
"Married?" Your mouth twitched and Quackity came towards you with an outstretched hand.
"The three of us are in a polyamorous marriage. That makes us family." Quackity smiled charmingly and you grimaced a little. This man did not fit Wilbur's colorful description. It didn't fit.
"Back up Q before you get a matching scar." Wilbur pulled you back by the shoulder.
"Watch your words Wilbur." Sapnap narrowed his eyes daringly and a small flicker of fire glowed on his knuckles with smoke rising from his skin.
"Okay, before a fight breaks out!" You turned to Wilbur. "Mind explaining the 'surprise' I somehow ruined?"
Wilbur sighed and flicked his cigarette away, crushing it under his heel with a flicker of a smirk as the ash and ember died away.
"I was gonna bring you here tonight and introduce you to Karl. I've been trying to find traces of you from your first life experience and I talked to Phil and he said Karl would be the one to know anything. Turns out your family and so I was gonna ask him if I could...." Wilbur's words trailed off into a muttering whisper and he turned away with an arm rubbing his neck.
"Didn't catch that last bit." You cleared your throat and Wilbur's face turned a bright red to match the shades that hung on his shirt collar.
"I was going to-" Wilbur was slow and sheepish. Friend baaed indignantly.
"He was gonna propose to ya if Karl would bless it since you ain't got a parental figure that we know of." Quackity shouted over him and Wilbur brought a stick of dynamite from his pocket.
"WOAH THERE LOVER BOY!" Sapnap stood in front of Karl and Quackity with sparks and flames coming from his fists.
"You were gonna propose?" You looked to Wilbur with a speechless face and his snarling face to Quackity vanished almost immedietly as he turned to you.
"Y-yeah." Wilbur shrugged and put the dynamite away.
"Wilbur!" You darted into his arms and buried yourself in his chest. "Yes." You said excitedly.
"I haven't even asked you yet!" Wilbur chuckled.
"Well hurry the hell up!" You said fiercely and Wilbur let out a booming laugh like an explosion.
Fuck the past, this man was going to be your future.
~~BONUS~~
Charlie stared from the back. You walked to Wilbur of Pogtopia and married him like it was so easy. It confused him, how forgetful humans were. The memory of your cold corpse in his hands was fresh in his mind.
The dull memory of your smile next to his and the guiding lessons of how to love and protect and simply had faded away with the life in your eyes. You hadn't taught him that just because you had taught him everything you knew didn't mean you weren't useful.
Things without use are pointless.
Things without use are not worth having anymore. So he killed you, your purpose fullfilled to him and your ghost never crossed paths with him. Now you could teach Wilbur to love maybe. Or maybe Wilbur will teach you.
"Congratulations Y/N of Dream SMP. Welcome back." He smiled and slimed away, back to the dark.
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matt-w-blogging · 2 years
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Concept: An au where L'manburg is not blown up, but Wilbur is locked in prison when it becomes Manburg, and has no idea that his friends won it back because everyone thinks he's dead (Schlatt locked him up in secret & promptly died). He's not, he's just wasting away in a cell. When they finally find him, this is the song he's singing, to himself:
I heard there was a special place
Where men could go and emancipate
The brutality
And tyranny
Of their rulers
Well, this place isn't real
You need to fret
I don't even know who’s still in-it
They kicked me out and stole it, my L’manburg
My L’manburg
It's not my L’manburg
It's their L’manburg
They stole my L’manburg
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fenteii · 4 months
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#kuolluodtiys on twitter!:D
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faeyrs · 3 months
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brother, if you have the chance to pick me up
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burjoujou · 3 months
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the thing where you draw your favorite characters as that steven universe comic
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