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- perception_ERROR <NPC: JUDAS> NOT_FOUND -

Wilbur: I love you. 
Eret, not paying attention: What was that? 
Wilbur: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Hello all. Before I got polls, I promised myself I'd make this post when I did. And today's the day! So I have decided to officially retire this blog (for real this time, unless I wish to use it for some kind of shameless self-promotion in the future). I wanted to give it a nice sendoff, in a blazing viking funeral of a post, in the only ship that matters.

I will miss this blog, and the joy it brought. And it will never be forgotten. Happy blogging, wherever you are.

Yours, Roxy

PS If you're curious about where I've gone and why I've left, I talk about it on the post before this.

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Wilbur teaches Eret how to dance

"All those years as King, and you've never learned to dance?" "I never had the time or opportunity, I suppose." "Never threw any fancy balls, or whatever it is you royals do?" "Never had the time. And let's just say the one 'fancy' event I attended... didn't exactly have dancing planned in their agenda..."

My piece for the @sixteenth-day-event! I like to imagine this takes place right before their final goodbye <3

it was about devotion, for years it was about devotion to the memory of someone dedicated to ensuring you were punished for the rest of the days. and now it’s not about devotion it’s about watching an old friend take his first few shaking steps along the path you wore in the grass yourself, and it’s about turning around to show him all the roots that stick up to trip you and all the soft patches of grass to rest in, still being scorched by his long-dead passion but no longer tempted to kiss his every knuckle and no less in love for the loss

also they used to make out in the hot dog van

Not “I can fix him” but “I have to fix him.” Guilt as the motivating factor of a relationship. Realizing you completely fucked someone over and knowing it’s your fault they spiraled. Trying to make up for what you did by being there now.

You can never go back, but you’ll still try to move forward.

drabble requests? while im at work? how dare you /lh

eretbur,,,, pwease <3 🥺

Eret finished one of the feet for granola's onesie, smiling to themself. They knew she'd like the fabric - they had specifically requested the softest from the herd this year - and they remembered her liking blue. All they needed to do now was add the patch to the front and make sure there was a spot for her tail to peek through.

They needed to get up for that though, but they turned their head and smiled, seeing Wilbur asleep on their shoulder. Shroud was curled up in his arms, little snout tucked against the bottom of his ribs. They could ask Michael to do it, but he was busy teaching Michelle about the history of Snowchester - a place they had both grown up in.

They decided the patch could wait for now, laying their head on his and watching whatever movie had been put on the screen.

loving whatever genre of c!wilbur this is . like "oh my god these men are so terrible and evil and beautiful and also have gorgeous eyes and"

c!eretbur really are just like. yes they're married with three kids yes they're an old divorced couple yes they're awkwardly in love teenagers yes they're yearning narrative foils. you get me.

In this essay I will…

I’m sorry but c!eretbur does not get the credit it deserves. I don’t normally think that relationships would make a plot more interesting BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE THE BETRAYAL IF ERETBUR WAS A THING.

I want the gut wrenching angst, but I also want the fics where the whole plot line changes and stet doesn’t betray l’manburg, I want the betrayal to be a double bluff on dreams part. I want tooth rotting fluff.

I’m willing and to write this myself at this point…

Wilbur: *seductively takes off glasses* 
Wilbur: Wow... 
Eret : *blushes* Haha... what? 
Wilbur: You're really fucking blurry.

if i never get to see you again, if i never come to find you my friend

the girls in the lower one’s eyes MV are based on jesus and judas, therefore they are eretbur coded