#“she got the sweater from Wilbur”

[gay-mooshrooms]

Some old Tallulah art!

Close-ups!

[catzgam3rz]

MORE! QSMP! DESIGNS!

Finally met Tallulah my BELOVED so I whipped up a design for her :D Also updated/tweaked my Wilbur design while I was at it!

[dustykneed]

the rough childhood trio with their childhood pets. (each of these gets a couple sentences of variably cryptic context-- all up for interpretation, of course. in my head these are all bittersweet ^^)

i-chaya wasn't supposed to be at school, technically, but amanda had a talk with the teachers, and they concluded that it was logical to allow i-chaya to continue to accompany spock to school, when his performance showed such marked improvement when she was around.

sometimes, during intervals between lessons, which were always timed precisely for optimal development of social skills, spock would sit cross-legged in a corner of the schoolyard, and i-chaya would sink down onto the red sand beside him and nudge at his cheek with her damp nose, and spock would reach up into her coarse, thick coat and press his forehead into the safety of her fur until the stinging remarks of the other children would melt and fall away in the harsh vulcan sun.

"he's up there in the stars, jamie. whenever you feel like you're on your own, just look up at the night sky and count the stars. he would've been so proud of you."

james tiberius kirk read, once, that pigs were unable to look up at the sky. from then on, he made sure to prop all of the pigs on the farm up every so often, so that they could look at the stars with him. for his birthday, his mother knit him two matching sweaters with stars on the chest-- one for him, and the other for wilbur (the grandpiglet of the sow she tripped over a decade ago).

bones was raised, essentially, by the large, calico barncat who lived on the mccoys' farm. she had not been named, and she wouldn't let anyone else touch her-- only bones.

when he was a baby, she curled up beside him in his crib with her tail around his ankle to stop him from crawling out and hurting himself.

when he got older, on difficult days, she would grab him by the sock and drag him to the old rocking chair in the attic and curl up on his lap and bite at his fingers until he could bring himself to pet her, and then she would purr and purr as he stroked through her warm, soft fur and rocked himself better in the big rocking chair. if anyone tried to drag bones away, she would hiss and yowl and bat vehemently at the intruding hands until he could be left alone.

[heartofwritiing]

His sweater

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)

summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.

authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!

warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!

It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day. 

Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.

No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all

It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.

Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.

Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.

Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.

Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.

Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it. 

They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.

So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.

“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.

Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.

Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.

User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!

You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos. 

You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.

You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.

Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.

Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.

You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.

"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.

You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater.  The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.

Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.

“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.

You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.

"Of course, darling."

You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.

As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.

“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.

You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.

Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out. 

Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.

You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.

You typed back a reply to Tubbo.

This is bad, right?

You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.

No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.

Easier said than done tubs.

ik ik

I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?

You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.

“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”

Yeah.

Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Don’t be. It’s not your fault.

Does anyone else in the group know?

Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.

You giggled at that.

You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.

You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.

Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.

Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.

“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.

You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.

It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear. 

“Now everyone knows you're mine.”

Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it. 

Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.

"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.

"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.

As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.

"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator. 

Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you. 

He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down. 

Inhale through the nose. 

Exhale out of the mouth 

Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts. 

Breath. Just breathe. 

“That's it, in and out." 

When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.

“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you. 

“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.

“It was just a lot.” You sniffled. 

“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?” 

You shake your head from side to side. 

“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured. 

You smile tearfully. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice. 

“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness. 

“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke. 

“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!” 

Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self. 

“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says. 

“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,” 

“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch. 

“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you. 

[paranormaltheatrekid]

Use this as an excuse to dump a bunch of Hatchetfield headcanons, go wild.

Wow ok here we go:

-Ted Spankoffski is a pineapple pizza enjoyer.

-While we’re on the topic of Ted, Tinky definitely keeps clumps of his hair in a bag somewhere.

-Like Richie, Steph used to have dyed hair at some point.

-Becky Barnes is very much an animal person. She definitely got multiple pets once Stanley was gone.

-I didn’t create this headcanon, but I just adore it: Duke named his cat after Miss Holloway.

-Paul likes ice Carmel frappes. He just orders black coffee because it’s easy for Emma.

-Alice Woodward listens to Chappell Roan religiously.

-Webby’s favorite brother was Wiggly. They used to be really close.

-Miss Holloway definitely had the gift even before she made the deal. She saw Webby and stuff.

-Ruth is a Hamilton fanatic.

-Despite the fact that he didn’t make it, Pokey loves the phantom of the opera. He tries to make Paul be Cristine. He hates it, obviously.

-Xander Lee is John’s husband.

-Max and Stephanie were childhood friends.

-Lex and Ethan are bi4bi

-The nerds cosplay together. Ted takes them to conventions and teases them about it, but he secretly loves going.

-Miss Holloway runs karaoke nights at the diner. Her and Duke do duets together.

-Richie’s favorite food is the Miku ramen.

-Hannah Foster likes the Percy Jackson books.

-Also, Hannah didn’t speak until she was like 10 or 11.

-Charles Coven had involvement with Peip. He knew John and Wilbur.

-Nibbly is either the best cook ever or burns everything he touches. No in between.

-Shelia Young and Linda Monroe are both heavy red wine drinkers. Also, Shelia knows the Murrays through the church so she definitely knows Linda.

-I’m not really sure about this one, but I think it would be cool if Miss Holloway was related to the Waylon family.

-Max is secretly a musical theatre enjoyer.

-Kyle isn’t in the best of you scene because Grace killed him before Jason.

-Grace learned how to bury bodies from watching the Jerries. Or perhaps she learned from her mother.

-Benji, the kid who was said to have been able to talk to dogs in yellow jacket, was Scrags from the solve it squad.

-Blinky is an avid smut reader.

-Hannah made Ethan a bracelet. It’s his prized possession.

-Grace used to have a crush on Alice.

-Wilbur Cross has green eyes, like bright green. Idk that he doesn’t. I think he should.

-Charlotte makes her own sweaters. She gave the CCRP gang ones for their birthdays. Bill and Melissa love theirs. Paul hates his. Ted pretends to dislike his, but he’s glad that she made him one.

-Melissa and Woman are gay and in love.

-The reason that Webby taught Hannah how to play the ukulele was because her brother Pokey taught her how to play instruments.

-Linda’s mom was definitely a honey queen.

-Pete is really interested in space. I think it suits him, but also know he can be the space bastard to Ted’s time bastard.

-Forever and Always!Paulkins adopt a dog and multiple kids.

-Nibbly’s human forms are inspired by past honey queens.

-Zoey and Zach used to be very close as kids.

-Steph is very good at makeup. She practices her skills on Pete.

-Some movies Miss Holloway likes are labyrinth and the princess bride. She will not watch a movie made past the 90s. Brenda calls her old.

-Paul doesn’t hate Moana. He is the only one who knows all the lyrics.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

All my egg designs!!

Click for better quality!!!

Design gushing under the cut vv

SO my height hc's for the eggs may be a lil controversial but i have several reasons lol

-Dapper, tallest, obviously in cannon bbh is a tall mf and dapper's the oldest demon it would make sense to me for her to be the tallest. A lot of ppl draw them in full suit but i prefer the sweater + button up look? I still gave him the bow that i enjoy drawing him with - sometimes i put it on his hat sometimes i put it on his neck lol also!!! i gave him blue accents and freckles for skeppy!!!

-Tallulah, second tallest, have you fucking seen wilbur soot?? wilbur soot is possibly the second tallest man ive seen in my entire life only preceeded by a 7 ft tall blonde man i met at the hospital, his daughter's gonna be tall. If dapper wasnt there she would be the tallest egg nobody can convince me otherwise. Obviously i gave her the classic wilbur sweater and beanie but i wanted her clothes to be pretty intentional - in my heart the death family all wear the cancer bows, so her and chayanne both have one and for Tallulah it's the only cool color in her palate aside from her matching shawl. Also it pained me to give her short hair but unfortunately its cannon :') oh also!! her hearing aid :D I also gave her little underdeveloped wings - theyre still growing in!! Alongside that theyre very downy, still got a bunch of pinfeathers and fluff <3

-Ramon, third tallest, in my mind ramon in a fucking unit. I gave him thick clothing and leather accents, good materials for hands on work and such, itll last a long time it makes sense Fit MC of 2b2t would dress ramon for function rather than fashion (although he still looks adorable). I normally see people drawing him with this wind breaker hat and goggles i dont really understand, ive always envisioned him with a welding mask (is that what theyre called??)!! I gave him pac's big doe eyes and a pair of soundproof pacman over-the-head headphones!!

-Chayanne, i dont know a ton about him but i do know hes a protector and i have seen what people draw of him!! Obviously i gave him the cancer pinned to his jacket, and as for his jacket its just a simple hoodie with a duck print on the front pocket. I wanted his palate to be yellow and purple - yellow for phil, purple for missa, wow revolutionary/s. His pants are tore up a lil and have stitching and patches in them (see the anarchy patch). His wings are more developed than his sister's and are pretty full with a dark, organized feathers. I gave him a shield, it has two wings on it (one light for missa, one dark for phil) i just feel like he'd carry one.

-Leo, i may have projected on her a lil <3 She's a softball girl in my heart!! Shes average height and kind of stocky cause in my mind shes very athletic. She mostly resembles Foolish, appearing mostly as a Totem, but she has purple accents such as in her clothing and eyes that are reminiscent of Vegeeta!

-Empanada, very short but still the tallest of the newest batch of eggs. She's the string bean of the bunch but i imagine under all the fluffy clothing shes a little muscular, gets it from her mamae bagi!!! I dressed her in mostly neutral and pink tones to match her sign and hat color - and as for her hat i imagine it as a VERY stylized beret, similar to pommes but it designed to look like a stack of pancakes with syrup pooling beneath them and the button on top is supposed to appear like a little square of butter!! Her horns, wings, and tail are white like mouse and tina's and she wears them proudly, even if she only has one horn <3 Her hair's split in two, black and pink.

-Pomme is very short, and she's dressed very fancily!! I like to imagine theres a stark contrast between the lolita/semiformal fashion of pomme and dapper to the informal wear of the rest of their siblings. The pattern on her dress is big apples trailing along the bottom of her skirt, and she's got star pattern tights to represent Etoiles <3 She's kind of a lil cryptid child, with a mouth at the back of her head just above her neck grinning away and two twin braids that float alongside her head.

-Richas!!! The shortest of the older eggs, his designs very simple mostly because he already wears a shirt which is the main focal point of his design for me. He's always been a cargo shorts egg to me, i dont know why!! But he lives in cargo shorts!! Richas chooses to be barefoot, its how he came into this world its how he'll leave. I actually looked up a prosthetic leg for reference for him and the top portion of prosthetic legs are usually patterned for the person wearing them, and i cant help but imagine that richas would choose for his leg to be the most atrocious yellow to ever exist and have all his family sign it. This is unseen, but under his hair he's wearing a bandanna with the brazilian flag on it! When viewed from behind you can see the knot tied around the back of his head, and when his hair's out of his eyes you could see it plastered to his forehead. I gave him lil horns because in my heart of hearts he's a demon, that lil egg is bad's egg too in my heart nobody can tell me otherwise.

-Sunny, one of the first eggs i designed - shes dressed just as i was as a child and by that i mean shes 100% a trailer park princess. They sport a "2 COOL 4 SCHOOL" shirt, with a plastic silver crown with jewels in it, and a pair of light up sketchers!! She has bear ears and paws and a bear-like nose and tail, they view Fred as their step-pa and he was the second parent they ever knew, it makes sense she'd wanna look like him!!

-Codeflippa looks almost identical to Juanaflippa, except she floats and is slightly greener... and is glitching..... and the shirt heart's on the other side than charlie remembers, but who's counting aye?? after your third death and revival maybe things get messy - hes not judging!!! I have this HC that the fed's aren't the only ones who can revive the eggs - theyre just the ones who've perfected it. I like to imagine codeflippa is the code/the rebellion's attempt at egg revival.

-Pepito, the smallest egg alive!! smallest ever so itty bitty so tiny!! only two months old!! Pepitos the smallest egg obviously, Pepito's wearing a cute little jumper with matching socks that dont really fit properly but are still just the cutest little thing to me <3 Pepito has devil horns and a tail because bad was the only person to really care for pepito properly before Q came along. Pepito mostly looks like a mix of roier and quackity, sporting a matching yellow pair of duck wings <3 I was tempted to put pepito in pepito's xmas bows because they were just the CUTEST but i restrained myself

-The dead eggs, the smallest.... Most of these babies were less than a month old when they passed for one reason or another so theyre all very tiny :') Flippa mostly looks like charlie, but she's got layered shirt and layered her skirt on top of her pants because he nor marianna know how to dress a baby </3 Tilin is a carbon copy of Q, she's a very shy young lad, shoeless and wearing one of Q's jackets which are absolutely huge on her. Not seen is his yellow pair of duck wings - theyre still baby wings so theyre very small and hidden behind him, full of downy feathers <3 Trumpet we didnt know for very long, but they were very fun to design!! Maxo definitely loved him, so i modeled his clothing after him mostly. I was trying to go for something like Blacklight aesthetic?? black paired with bright, contrasting patterns that would look good under a blacklight. Bobby is dressed the most ummm domestically id say. Very simply, like he was living on a farm and spent his days in the soft grass. I imagine he was shoeless by choice, because it was fun!! It was very obvious jaiden and roier loved him, so i tried to give him a kind expression and well taken care of wings. His feathers are still kind of downy and muted, but theyre more developed than Tilin's and are very well taken care of! I wanted his bandana and overalls to be the centerpiece of his design so aside from those he's got a plain white baggy shirt. I imagine its made of linen or something, bobby would smell like fresh laundry all the time..

-Gegg.

[glowsticcc]

gave my tallulah design a lil revamp!!!

design details under cut :3

pre-wilbur leaving: her hair, tail, horns, and wings are very short bc shes just a baby :3 the sweater is also HUGE on her bc it used to be one of wilbur's! most of her old clothes at this point are just wilburs old clothes bc a) she is very much just a lil girl version of her dad and b) will was severely underprepared to be a father so he had to improvise. tldr she liddol :D

living w/ phil: this design is after living with phil for a few months. the white streak and scars are a direct reference to the cracks the eggs got directly after the first kidnapping. she still has one of will's old sweaters and now one of his jackets, but phil adjusted them down to fit her better, as well as giving her little poppies embroidered on her skirt :D. her horns, tail and hair are also noticeably longer as shes getting older, and also slightly taller

post-phil adoption/empty nest (current): shes started picking her own clothes and looking less like wilbur, distancing herself from just being wilbur's daughter in his absence. however, she does have more green accents in her outfit bc of how much time shes been spending with phil. there are still some connections to wilbur tho, bc of the patches on her bag.

[ax-y10]

Hello hello!

I'm here to make my first official request during my time on tumblr!

All i can think about is going to Disneyland with wilbur (heavily inspired by the Tom Simon's channel 🫢) and the rest of them and being apart of that video.

Like buying wilbur ears and having Tommy gagging at all the couple antics going on and Phil cheering wil on. Wilbur surprising you with a Disneyland sweatshirt and promoting Disney instead of Tommy's merch that was coming out of the time.

I hope all is well for you and I love your latest

:)

Pure Love And Disney Sweaters

In which- a certain "child" wants attention, but you have the most important eyes

A/n: I'm going to try my best fucking hardest to make your first request a really good one. I haven't watched in ages so I'm going to try my hardest to rewatch it. I'm tired pls don't bully me

Chapter info: Swearing, kissing, Tommy wanting attention, Wilbur making silly little jokes at you, fear of rollercoasters, Phil being a darling, Kristin also being a darling, Tommy being a shithead, mention of passing out, mention of panic attacks, mention of throwing up. It's funny because I actually didn't rewatch the vid, and this is all over the place (i'm sad that I didn't include the quirked up white boy thing or the stubble)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

You got so excited when Tommy told you that he was going to Disneyland for a new vlog. You were ecstatic at the idea as you'd never been to Disneyland before, jumping around in your seat. Wilbur heard your little cheers from the room over, and when he peered in, you were spinning your chair around. You yelped when you saw him in the doorway, a fond smile spread across his face.

The very first thing you did upon finding out was ramble to Wilbur about how excited you are, followed by packing. Tom said he got tickets for everyone's flights (you doubt it) and created a groupchat with everyone who was going, made up of Phil, Kristin, Tommy, Wilbur and you.

'Fair group' you thought. But oh my you were wrong.

The entire flight, Tommy was playing his DS, but as soon as Wilbur pulled out his 'You can rest your head on my shoulder move', Tommy was at it with the teasing.

"Oh Wilbur, how could you ignore me?" "How come Y/n gets to rest their head on your shoulder and I don't?" followed by him throwing his head on Wil's shoulder.

And it didn't stop until you finally reached the hotel. The constant teasing and poking fun dying down once you were both laying down on the bed, nuzzled against each other, and tired after a long day full of Tommy.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur spoke into the silence of the room, snapping you from your anticipation for the day to come.

"Yes?" You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words, whispering "I love you" cheekily before turning away from you and curling into a ball.

You reefed on his pajama shirt, getting him to roll back over to cuddle you, the cold of the room finally finding its way under the sheets without your boyfriends arms around you. Complying, you were once again peaceful with the weight of his arms resting on your sides.

And soon enough, you were awake nice and early (against your will, blame Tommy), brushing your hand through Wilbur's curls, and getting ready for the day. An hour passed and you ran down the stairs to the lobby, stuffing up your sweater, and finding a seat next to Kristin.

"How come males always take forever to get ready when their is something important going on?" you whispered to Kristin, before leaning back and smiling cheekily.

"I think it should be the other way around, dear," She replied and laughed quietly.

All of a sudden, you let out a squeal as a warm pair of arms engulf you, followed by a forced weight and a yelp from a familiar boy.

"Ow, Tommy!" You exclaimed, the boy throwing himself down next to Phil.

Arriving at Disneyland, Tommy immediately wanted to go on "Space Mountain", and begged and begged Wilbur to take him over there, him declining each time

And then he got ganged up on by a bunch of presumably eight year olds who could pull the sword out of the stone, bullying Tommy for not being able to pull it out. You had to drag him away from it, all the while Wil was spouting false history facts about the building the group was approaching.

Later, you and Wilbur sat on a bench outside a ride while Phil and Tommy went on a rollercoaster together, and Kristin was getting food for everyone, even though you had offered to go with her. You were talking about how you had never been to Disneyland and how this entire experience was made all the better just by him being by your side. You weren't aware, but he was staring at your face and the excitement plastered over it, admiring you until you turned to him.

"I love you" you whispered, in which you broke him out of his trance.

"I love you too, forever and always, my love," he spoke sincerely, and you saw the genuine emotions behind his eyes.

Que the gag from Tommy and the exchanged smiles between Phil as Wilbur leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

"Oh fuck off Tommy, you attention-seeking ass" your boyfriend teased, and pulled a small giggle from your lips.

"IT'S YOUR TURN ON THE ROLLERCOASTER, LOVEBIRDS!" Tommy yelled, and your eyes widened in fear. You hated rollercoasters.

A hand was placed upon your shoulder, and you were led into the ride with Wilbur, waiting nervously in line. You weren't ready for the roller coaster, not at all.

"Wilbur, please. I really don't want to do this. I'm terrified of rollercoasters," You begged, desperately wanting to avoid this, scared you'll pass out, have a panic attack or throw up.

"Okay, you head back out to Kristen and I'll get Tommy to come with me for forcing you on here," He laughed, and you quickly walked back out to Kristen and Phil. Thankfully, it was the last ride they were going on for the day, so you three walked back out the front and ordered an uber for when Wilbur and Tommy get back.

But little did you know, Wilbur had bought you a Disney sweater, and surprised you with it when you got back to the hotel. And he was met with a big, warm hug from you and kisses peppered across his face.

And the best part of the day for him? Watching you smile in your sleep, engulfed in the blue fabric of the sweater, accompanied by your sweet noises in your sleep.

[bee-can-art]

It's taken me two weeks but I finally finished all of my qsmp egg human designs!!!

I have a lot to say about the design choices I made, so I'll put those under the read more if you want to hear my headcanons!!

• Click for better quality (17/07/2023)

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Some general headcanons:

• In order of shortest to tallest it goes: Bobby, Richalyson, Gegg, Tallulah, Tilín, Trump, JuanaFlippa, Pomme, Chayanne, Leonarda, Ramón, and Dapper.

• All of the eggs when found were wearing the same white vest/t-shirt and black shorts combination; along with their unique accessories. Any clothes that they're currently wearing, were gifted to them by the player characters.

• All of the eggs are the same age, and are all related (pretty sure that's canon tho).

• The eggs take on physical features from their parents, as an survival instinct. This includes basics such as hair and eye colour. But also includes things such as height and hair type.

• Eggs who's parents are avian/have bird-like features (such as wings), will adapt to have the same wing type as them. This also applies to other eggs, who are taken care of by avian players (see: Tallulah has dragon wings, but is growing black and golden feathers on them).

• The lower half of the eggs are dragon-esque; with scaley legs and clawed feet. The colour of their scales and number of toes that they posses are fixed and cannot be changed. Their ears and horn are a unique shape and colour, depending on the egg. The horns will continue to grow into adulthood.

They also have more naturally sharpened nails (like claws (but not sharp enough to hurt)).

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Tallulah

• Wears one of Wilbur's yellow sweaters, the sleeves often hanging over her hands. The red dress she wears is actually meant to be a pinafor, which is a staple part of a primary school uniform, here in the UK. They're most commonly grey, which I originally coloured it but it didn't look right, so I changed it.

• Has a freckle under her right eye (to her) that matches Wilbur, but also has a reverse freckle pattern of Quackity (I'm a tntduo-er (sue me)).

• Due to being cared for by Phil, she has begun growing small, black feathers on her wings. She also has a few golden ones, which started appering whilst trying to get Quackity to confess to Wilbur.

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Chayanne

• Takes after Phil the most, due to Missa's absence. This includes his wings becoming feathered crow ones, growing feathers on his face and tail, and has a hair and an eye colour to match Phil's. He also has a matching mole.

• Sometimes wears a helmet made from a large eggshell, painted to look like a skull (a nod to Missa and the fact that the eggs are... well, eggs). The skull on his t-shirt is also a nod to Missa (but he defo got it from Phil).

• His duck floaty has been replaced by a yellow hoodie, tied around his waist.

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Tilín

• Remember how I said that the clothes they wear were given to them by their parents? I like the idea (and think it's very in-character for him) that Quackity basically said, "I don't have any clothes for you, so just wear this until I find some", giving Tilín one of his jackets, and then they Tilín passed away before he could get him something else.

• He and Tallulah are the same height (again, I'm a tntduo-er (yes I am aware that Tilín's other parent has been confirmed to be Luzu, but this is my post so SHUSH). Also, similar to Tallulah, they have the same freckle pattern as Quackity, and an opposite placed freckle (under their left eye) to Wilbur.

• Has golden wings and feathers on face. Doesn't has a tail, due to low placement of their wings.

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JunaFlippa

• Wears one of Slime's white t-shirts with the three red hearts. Also owns a pair of Mariana's red gloves (not included in the drawing).

• Her wings have small holes in them, due to going to hell and coming back again.

• Gun.

• Her hair colour is closest to Slimecicle's, but it's unknown why her eyes are green (not brown like Mariana or blue like Slime).

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Bobby

• The smallest of all the eggs.

• From Jaiden he has her wings, bang and hair sprout pattern and colour. From Roier he has his multiple eyes (bc spider), eye colour, and wears one of his bandanas like him.

(I forgot to include the paint stains on his clothes, but he has those too).

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Leonarda

• Has small, rainbow mushrooms growing from their horns.

• From Foolish she has wings of gold (yes, you heard me. Leo's wings aren't like Tilín's with golden feathers, but are literally made from gold (yes she can still fly with them)). From Vegetta they have his hair and eye colour.

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Trump

• Was given one of Dan's turtlenecks and jackets, which were never replaced because, 1) Dan went "missing", 2) he [Trump] died before getting anything else.

(On another note, it was so wild for me to draw that jacket. I used to be a HUGE DanTDM fan, and the last time I drew fanart relating to him was in 2016/17)).

• Took after Maxo in hair and eye colour.

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Dapper

• The tallest egg (bc qBBH is one tall motherfucker). • Obviously, all of his features come from BBH, including the shape of his horns and the shape of his tail.

(if you were to put Dapper and BBH next to each other, Dapper would literally just look like a tiny BBH).

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Pomme

• Her beret isn't all black like her egg model, but looks like a red apple.

• Has split-coloured scales (one side blue, the other red) to match the placement of the markings on her egg model.

• Has golden duck wings to match Baghera. I went back and forth on whether to give her those or the butterfly wings she wears in-game. But I like the idea that those are more simialr to those fancy-dress type ones you can buy.

• The bottom of her dress has an apple stiched onto it.

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Ramón

• Second tallest egg.

• Yes he has hair under the hat (I haven't made him bald, don't worry). The hat itself is a nod to Spreen, who is his other parent but hasn't logged on in a while. His general outfit is also mean to have belonged to Spreen, as his Minecraft skin is just a bear in Steve's clothes.

I changed the pants, and added a white shirt and monocle because I like the idea that he's a bit of a fancy boy.

• The moustache on his egg model is represented in his hair, which you can see sticking out from under the hat (bc, like Chayanne, I had no idea how to get it to work in a logical sense).

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Richarlyson

• The second shortest egg.

• I'll be completely honest, I have no idea where the prosthetic leg headcanon came from for him, but I liked it so I included it. The leg I gave him is a running blade, as he is a fairly active kid.

• His hair covers his eyes, but underneath they are brown.

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Gegg

(Yes I'm including Gegg, shush)

• His whole body is green goop. This is how qSlime would also look, but it's easier for him to have his skin appear human, when at his "correct" size. When he [Slime] becomes over emotional/damged, his skin becomes more slime like.

Gegg is qSlime's way of coping with both his own daughter's loss and also his own self image. Because of this, he is always in a state of hurt, and this is refelected in Gegg's physical appearance.

• Has sticks sticking out of him, as well as visible bones, rocks, and other debris within his body. They get stuck in his him, in moments where he has a hard time controling the stickiness/consistency of his body.

• Doesn't have horns, wings, or a tail like the other eggs. Instead, he wears a pair of green, fancy-dress, dragon wings. It's obvious to other players/eggs- because they're on the outside of his clothes- but no points it out.

• Jorts.

• His t-shirt says "gegg" upside down, because he wrote it on himself, whilst wearing the shirt.

• No nose. His eyes also hover inconsistently over where his hair should cover them. His glasses are also just qSlime's.

• Gegg for president.

Here's the full lineup, for anyone who read alllll of that :D

[joviepog]

hi hi! i love your work and was wondering if you could do a wilbur x reader where the reader is going through a breakup and best friend wilbur comforts them and they end up kissing at the end?

A new start

Pronouns: She / they?

Warnings: Heartbreak, crying, angst, cursing, mention of alcohol.

Word count: 997 words!

Anything else: Thank your for the request! I had made one of these when i first started and it was really cool to do a remake! Also thank you for the support! Its really kind if you! :D

“F-Fuck.” You sniffle, “I can’t cry… I’ll let everyone down. I’m supposed to be the happy friend!” You said while sobbing. You where sat on your bed crying into a pillow, trying to muffle your sounds “I-I cant cry…” you said again. You slid into your bed and kept crying. Your sobs started to turn into you bawling. You hated this. You where supposed to be happy. Why is it that you find yourself crying? And even worse your roommate is right next door. If he sees you in this state..

There was a soft knock on the door before a british voice started speaking. It was a soft voice, caring and compassionate. “YN? Is everything okay in there?” This set off panic mode in you. You quickly got up and wiped away your tears, stuffing the pillow under your bed. If he saw how wet it was from all the tears he would start asking questions. You muttered curses under your breath about how dusty that pillow is going to be later. You shoved the beer bottles under the bed as well and turned around. You looked in the mirror for a second. You looked wrecked. It looked like you had a least 30 beers (which is quite close to what you did have) and as if you hadn’t slept in days.

“I uh.. brought you food… You haven’t really come out of your room in a couple of days and uhh… well I know all your backup snacks are probably gone by now.” He said softly. Still not opening the door. You kept quiet, not wanting yo speak. Knowing that you would sound like you’ve been crying. You tried to fix your hair a bit before putting on an oversized sweater that you and Wilbur found. The purple LED lights where the only thing that was on in the room. Your phone had been dead for days and you couldn’t find yourself charging it. Not wanting to see any of the notifications you probably got.

You finally decided that you couldn’t just leave Wilbur outside. Even though seeing people was the last thing you wanted to do, you opened the door slowly. “T-thanks Wil.” You said softly, not wanting to him to notice your voice. You looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. You could feel his eyes on you and you hated it. He was studying you. If you didn’t get the food quick he would notice how shitty you felt.

You grabbed the food and started closing the door before he placed his hand to stop it.

“Yn…” He said softly, looking at you.

You sniffled before trying to close the door again but his hand just stopped it. He slowly opened the door more to see cloths all over the floor. He turned to your bed, studying it. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of the beer bottles, they where poorly hidden. “Wilbur!” You managed to choke out.

“Yn..” he repeated turning back to you. His eyebrows where scrunched up a bit as he looked at you with a worried look. That worried look.

‘don’t cry don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t Cry DON’T CRY.’ You kept repeating to yourself but you couldn’t help it. You burst out crying.

Wilbur hugged you tightly, grabbing you waist and the other hand was rubbing your back. “Oh YN…” he said. Your face was in his chest as you cried. You would mutter words like, “I don’t know what I did wrong.” And “Why did he leave me Wil? Why?” You couldn’t help but cry for a couple of minutes, feeling comforted by his touch. “Wilbur what did I do wrong? I made sure to always be happy, to always do what he said. Why did he leave me? What did I do wrong?” He stayed silent as you continued, “He knows everything about me Wil. He knows my secrets. He knows who I really am. All my friends are going to hate me when he tells him what I said. Oh god wilbur. I’m so scared…” you said into his chest as you sniffled.

“Yn, Darling, it’ll all be okay.” He said softly. “Your not in the wrong he is. That piece of shit can fuck of.” He says confidently before pausing.

“YN.” He let go of you and kneeled to look up to you. Grabbing you hand and rubbing his thumb along your skin. “YN you are the most perfect person ever. You beautiful and absolutely gorgeous. Your smile can light up a room YN. You’re the kindest, most important person in my life. Trust me this will all pass soon. All those friends that will supposedly hate you? They are fake. Because if they knew who you really are. If they know how absolutely amazing you are, they wouldn’t even believe that prick. God Yn, if you could just see how amazing you are. You always putting so much weight on yourself, making everybody happy. But you need to make sure that your pleasing yourself, Darling.”

He paused and you blushed at the nickname.

“YN look at me.” You finally looked at him, tears still slowly rolling down your eyes. “I love you. Everyone loves you. You are our light. Our everything. My everything. Don’t let some bitch change that about you.” He says softly. You look at him for a second before making a move that you’ve been wanting to do for a long time. You kissed him. You closed your eyes and pulled him by the collar. You could only imagine his expression. The kiss was soft yet passionate. He never even pulled away. He just kissed you softly.

You gasped for air before looking at him again. His eyes where wide and his face was red. His gaze softened though, looking at you again. “Wow.” He said.

You laughed a little before hugging him again, “Thank you Wil.”

“No problem, My Love.”

The food. Was long forgotten.

P.S I’m sorry if it turned out bad i am currently running on two hours of sleep 😭

@justanormalfangirlx2 Thanks for the request!

[lmanburgseulogy]

salmonduo brainrot masterpost so you guys know what I’m talking about half the time

okay so to me (and my au?) c!wilbur married c!sally very young out of fear he would die too quickly to ever be ready for a relationship. bfnozozz and that caused a lot of problems in their marriage because they were both so unprepared, but the love was still strong. I believe that for sure

still not sure how I think c!fundy was really born, I have multiple ideas and they all sound very good so I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to decide

but anyways fundy was born, maybe 8 months after, sally died while on a trip for work. they never really got to say goodbye. and I think that destroyed Wilbur because he was supposed to be the one to die for their family, not his lover. and I think he blamed himself a little bit for the accident

fundy definitely doesn’t remember a lot about sally, but knows she loved to participate in the arts. He remembers his mom picking up paintbrushes around his house and covering the walls with beautiful depictions of the sky and sea. He remembers drawn out, melodic pieces played on a ginormous brass instrument with a low grumble. but the thing he remembers most was his mother making the clothes for his family during the times when father couldn’t get as many groceries, or the house felt colder. And as he got older he wondered if the sweater Wilbur wore all the time was made by sally. Fundy was too scared to ask though, because every time he brought up mom wilbur became different than the comforting man he knew his father to be.

After Sally’s death, they moved to what became l’manburg because Wilbur couldn’t deal with living in the old house anymore. Fundy remembers the last day in the house, his dad sat in his mama’s rocking chair and stared at the paintings for hours. he remembers Wilbur being very quiet when they left. someone was missing. someone was always supposed to walk with them when they moved on from the old cabin, to bigger and better things. there were only two though.

fundy was maybe eight in fox years when they started lmanburg, and 15 when the war was declared. he aged a lot quicker because he wasn’t human and I think that caused a lot of confusion and hurt for wilbur. because that was his baby a few months ago and now fundy’s almost older than him. I think he was really jealous of other parents

but something about c!wilbur raising a child and fighting a war and running a country and having a family and doing all these things with so many eyes on him and people out for him but he played the guitar and he wrote poetry. and fundy being so young and trusting his dad and being ignored and having to fight and rebelling because that’s what he was taught to do and then everyone left him and his mama is dead but he loves and someone please assassinate me

anyways that’s all I have for now :3

[canines-alter-creation]

requests open?? faints. (i love your blog and packs hiii) could we request a level 3 (or 2 if ya don't feel like 3!!) of Ghostbur from Dsmp?? thank you!!

HII! First request back! Welcome welcome!! I really enjoyed working on this pack (Obviously, I got it done ASAP) but Ghostbur in general is one of Our+ favorite characters! There wasn't a lot of detail provided so We+ tried to be a little creative but I have no idea if I succeeded, but I hope you like them!

Feel free to edit or change any details that don't fit your ideals, but I hope it was helpful nonetheless!

> Name(s): Ghostbur, Blue, Ghostie, Indigo, Ghost of Wilbur Soot, Azure, Cerulean, Blueberry

> Pronoun(s): he/she/they/blue/dye/die/baa/sleep/haunt/ghost/rain/storm/cloud

> Age: ageless, adult

> Gender: bigender, bluegender, darkbluebodiement, bluestaric, pluvluxic, timdyria, ngihtsleepyrainic, raincomfyic, stormcomfic, ghostgender, lostghostic, ghostcute, sheepcoric, starsheepgender, somovium

> Sexuality: queer, attracted to masculinity, may be a sourcedater or very attached to Glatt

> Role: soother, continuous anchor

> Source: Ghostbur from the Dsmp

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 💙, 🔵, 🔷, 👻, 🐑, 💙 🐑

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ Friend, sheep in general, sourcemates, snow and rain

/ Sweaters, source, minecraft, blue and yellow, being asked for

- near death experiences, dangerous situations, being called or compared to Wilbur

> Likes/dislikes:

+ sheeps & goats, the colors yellow and blue, being inside and watching the rain, sweaters and being comfortable, warm beverages, being snuggled in blankets

- being in the rain, being cold, being seen as Wilbur, people being mad at them, 

> Personality: Very calm and gentle and soft-spoken. Remembers only good things, and may be a comforting version of Wilbur for sourcemates. Loves animals and children, and is especially fond of sheep and goats. Likes to be comfortable and make sure the body is comfortable too, but isn’t a human and might struggle to remember to do people things like eat. 

> Ways they do their role: Ghostie is a comfort alter and soother, not only existing to be comforting to sourcemates (acting as the delusional version of their Ghostbur, or otherwise just being a comforting version of c!wilbur) but also as a soother for the body. Ghostbur may excel in soothing during near death experiences; things like severe allergic reactions, car accidents or almost car accidents, fires, natural disasters, etc. Ghostbur has already died, so they aren’t afraid of death, they’re able to soothe the body and comfort it. May also be a soothing presence for new alters by giving them comfort and reminding them that they’re in a safe place now. 

> Inner world occupation or behavior: Probably lives in a small house or apartment, lit with a lot of dim twinkly lighting and very soft and warm. May want a syspet that is Friend or have an npc version of them. May live fairly close to front just to always be prepared for both new alters and sourcemates

> Possible outerworld behavior: soft spoken, types in italics, may get cold easier than other alters, may seem very naive or innocent. Will seek out music, clothing, items and warmth that are all comforting to the body if negatively front triggered. While baa likes watching the rain, she doesn’t like getting caught in it, so may not like to go places if it is raining. May forget to eat or drink because ghost is dead and doesn’t know better.

[cat-mentality]

Don't blame me, blame this post from @thesmpisonfire.

This is just a study on the possible worst case scenarios, they will be posted as reblogs and let it be known that I kissed consistency in my writing style goodbye a long time ago.

Tallulah

You could hear a pin drop on the train station's floor. For once a gathering of most of the Islanders is marked by a deep uncomfortable silence, no one is talking, no one is joking around, they are all standing by themselves or on small groups, even Foolish is uncharacteristically quiet, all tense shoulders and clenched hands, none of his usual mirth present on his face.

They all knew what was happening the moment the French were called to the train station.

It's time for another sick game of the mysterious figure responsible for taking their children. Fit was the first to be called, no one knew what the fuck was happening, what they should be expecting, nervous energy made them talk their heads off that time, sharing theories, trying to not drown on how scared they were.

Fit came back with Pomme.

And also with tales of tests and danger and fighting to save her. She lost a life in the process, he confessed to her parents as they hugged the crying little girl, and the already tense atmosphere got even worse as they all realized that Pomme was the only child allowed that mercy.

They all know now that there is a chance their children will be lost. That their life is in the hands of someone else, that there is nothing they can do but wait and pray.

When they hear the train approaching the air gets heavier, suffocatingly so.

The train stops.

The doors open.

No one leaves.

No one breathes.

Finally after what feels like a century Etoiles leaves the train.

He is crying.

No one has ever seen him cry before, most didn't think he was capable of it.

That is how they know.

Baghera comes next and she looks shell-shocked, like someone who has just experienced hell beyond comprehension. Her hands are clenching something red.

All parents are holding their breath, desperation marking the atmosphere.

Pierre is the last one to leave, Antoine having stayed behind to look after Pomme, and he is carrying a small body in his arms, tenderly wrapped in what looks like a hastily crafted blanket. His expression is unreasonable but his arms are shaking.

No one dares to step forward. They can't, rooted to the spot, fear gripping their hearts, squeezing their lungs. They can't make out anything from the body, they don't know who is about to lose part of their hearts.

"I'm sorry."

Etoiles' voice is rough, his accent thicker than they ever heard.

He is looking straight at Philza.

No one dares to say anything, no one would ever be so heartless, but the relief of everyone else is palpable.

"No." Philza's voice shakes, he takes a step back, shaking his head "No. No. No."

"I'm sorry Philza." Etoiles says again, pleading

"We tried." Baghera's voice sounds distant, as if she is somewhere far away, her hands still gripping something "We tried so hard. We were so close."

"No. No."

"Who?" Missa speaks for the first time, his hands are shaking as he leans against a wall as if that is the only thing keeping him upright, his voice barely over a whisper

They realize, maybe for the first time in this mess, that Philza has two children to lose. That even if Etoiles is speaking to him they don't know which of the children is under that blanket.

"It's Chayenne right?"

Wilbur's voice cuts the silence and all heads turn to him. His voice is shaking as badly as Missa's and tinged deeply with desperation, his hands gripping his own sweater so hard the fabric is tearing.

"It's Chayenne?" He asks again when the silence stretches more, stepping forward

"Her lungs..." Baghera speaks as if she didn't hear any of them "The air was so bad, it was so hard to breathe, there was so much smoke. She couldn't... Her asthma."

Wilbur lets out an inhuman noise.

Forever has to be supported by Pac as he stumbles, losing all his strength.

"No." Philza says again, gripping his head "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real."

"I'm so sorry." Etoiles repeats again, as if those are the only words he remembers "I'm so sorry."

"This isn't real." Philza almost screams, his grip on his own hair is so strong he is tearing it out "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up...."

Philza starts to hit his own head, repeating the same words over and over again, tears streaming down his face. Etoiles steps forwards, unsteady on his feet in a way most of them have never seen, and with shaking hands he struggles with Philza until he manages to capture his hands pulling the blonde man to his arms, half a hug half a restraining action.

Philza let out a pained scream, something gutural, from the bottom of his soul, he struggles in Etoiles' grip but it seems like all his strength is gone and he collapses against the Frenchman sobbing as Etoiles adjusts so he is supporting all of his weight.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" Etoiles keeps chanting, slipping into french halfway through but the feeling is too easy to understand

"Tallulah" Wilbur lunges forward, unstable on his feet as if he forgot how to walk, tears streaming down his face "Lulah...Lulah...."

No one knows what to do. No one moves, no one dares to breathe too loudly. Philza is screaming in grief, the sound muffled by Etoiles' armor, Forever has collapsed to the ground, Pac following him in order to offer comfort, Missa is still leaning against the wall, tears fall down from behind his mask but there is a distinct lack of tension on his shoulders, Roier leans against him, a silent reassurance.

But no one knows Wilbur enough for that, to offer him this comfort, not anymore, not after months and months and the horrors scattered in between.

They can just watch as he stumbles forward until he reaches Pierre, he stops extending his hands as if he wants to touch but he just hovers over the blanket trembling so much.

"My niña... My niña..." He whispers voice shocked and raw, finally lowering his hands enough to touch

That is what breaks him.

Wilbur lunges again, arms around his daughter as if he is trying to hold her one last time, Pierre allows him to take Tallulah from him, hovering over Wilbur's shoulder as the man holds his daughter's body like one would hold a baby.

It's probably the worst thing they ever saw.

Wilbur collapses, cradling Tallulah to his chest, sobbing so hard it's almost impossible to make out his words. It takes them a moment to realize he is attempting to sing.

"I have to wake up, I have to wake up" Philza still can be heard as Etoiles holds him for dear life, voice shattered "This can't be real, this can't be real."

"I'm sorry Philza. I'm sorry." Etoiles replies back over and over, tears still cascading down his own face

They don't know how long they stay there, static and joined in their grief, in their fear. Their children could be the next. They could be the next.

So they stay. They watch as Philza breaks in Etoiles' arms, as the warrior begs forgiveness over and over again, as Wilbur cries and cries telling his daughter everything he thought he would have time to do.

That is probably the worst part of it all- Tallulah is gone before she could feel her father's arms around her, before she could hear him apologizing for leaving, before she could finally hear him say that he loved her. All the things the little girl longed so hard to have and all that is left to receive it is as a cold body wrapped in a blanket.

Too little, too late one could say.

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Chayane and Tallulah, the egg Children of Philza Minecraft, and how they've changed after living with only him as their consistent parent over the past couple months.

I was inspired by a post I reblogged earlier, the op on that post had talked about the idea that the eggs get their appearances from their parents, and how Chayanne and Tallulah, who have absent parents, would maybe start to lose the traits of those parents in favour for the present one. They would feel guilty over this, but it's not their fault.

Especially now that q!Phil has properly said out loud that he's always considered Tallulah his daughter, I wondered how that would effect her.

skip the following if you want to avoid a rambling break down lol

Obviously with q!Phil as the only one around for them, he's in charge of keeping them dressed and safe. For Chay that doesn't look much different than when Missa was around, the biggest change for him is just that he's gain preferences, like his favourite colour being orange and wanting to be like Technoblade. q!Phil just does his best to alter whatever he has to fit Chay better. Tallulah, however, would be vastly different. She gets cold easily, has chronic pain (sore muscles = poor computer) and asthma (bad air = poor internet connection) and thos things have improved a bit while with q!phil. Lore wise I like to think it's because q!phil noticed and took step to accomidate her beyond just slowing down or patiently waiting for her. She has compression clothes, like socks and gloves, for the pain and an inhaler on her at all times. She wears layers, like q!phil, to keep warm up on the wall. He hair is tied out of her face so she can see better and keep it from being tangled so badly. She still has piece of her Papi (q!wilbur) like the locket and her obi being her hat and sweater colour. But it's very much the the clothes q!phil is familiar and comfortable with and can get ahold of. After all this time, I can't imagine the clothes she was left with have really survived everything. Her sweater would have been shredded and blood stained (her death), her skirt would have been torn and mud stained, her hat would have been singed and ripped. There's so much that's happened to them that those things couldn't possibly survive, and I don't imagine q!wilbur was the type to predict the sort of trouble she'd suffer, given that he didn't even give her armour or teach her to fight, they just always hid and he assumed that would be good enough (q!wilbur said many times he never wanted Tallulah to have to fight or kill anything or anyone, he didn't think it was fair for a little girl to have to live that way, and he was right! it's not fair! but it wasn't realistic, and that left her so unprepared) so there's no way she had enough clothes and copies of specific clothes (ie, her sweater) to survive months of his absence. q!phil will have had to compensate. The easiest way to do that is just re-dyeing Chays old clothes until he can get her her own, and the longer she's with them, the more of her own clothes she has instead of hand me downs. q!phil shows he thinks it's important that the children are not only safe, but have their own spaces and things so that they can properly express themselves and work through their feelings and save the things they love without having to put them away in a chest. I think this would extend to clothes. they're safe and helpful for them, but also their own.

She likely has her hat and sweater in a chest and takes them out when she misses her Papa to snuggle into. You know she's feeling angsty at home whenever she's got that yellow sweater on, man.

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C!Niki Design Timeline

My thoughts about her design under the cut!

L’MaNiki

I have an art piece of everyone’s L’Manberg uniforms that Tumblr won’t let me link, but the general gist is that anyone who joined post revolution got to choose the shade of their coat, and got a light blue sash instead of a red one. They also don’t have the lines on the boots.

Elections

She dyed parts of her hair orange to match Fundy for coconut2020, and a lot of her outfit was styled to reflect to the people that she was loyal to L’Manberg - keeping the same collar shape as her uniform, wearing the same turtleneck, wearing the shoulder pads

Manberg

She dyed her hair! Niki tied the sash from her L’Manberg uniform around her leg as a sort of rebellious act against JSchlatt (which she did a lot of), showing she was loyal to Wilbur’s nation rather than his. She also tied the hairtie around her wrist. Her sweater is the mental-breakdown shade of pink that she dyed her hair later, showing that this was the start of her mental decline and that this was a massive period of loneliness.

Pogtopia

She cut her hair and put it up into pigtails so that it was out of the way while she was in the ravine. I headcanon that this was when she got Wilbur’s cloak and that he gave it to her once she joined. Also, despite not participating in a war yet she has a scar on her leg from being chased out of Manberg and murdered by Ponk on the day of Tubbo’s execution, which is what led to her joining Pogtopia. The L’Manberg hairtie is still on her wrist but the ones in her hair are the mental breakdown colour, however there is less of that pink on this design than the Manberg one as joining Pogtopia reunited her with many of her friends, so she didn’t feel as alone even if she was still scared.

Breakdown

This design is for the entirety of New L’Manberg, Doomsday, and the rocket duo arc, up until the point where she stopped trying to kill Tommy and focused more on her secret city (where she locked herself up due to sleepwalking and night terrors). This arc lasted a long time and goes acrosss multiple eras her appearance remained how it did from NLM because she had no motivation to change anything, despite usually taking pride in aspects of her appearance such as her hair (which had grown out slightly between Pogtopia and now). There is no a single reference to L’Manberg in this outfit but she does still have Wilbur’s cloak.

Healing arc

Niki’s healing began after joining the syndicate but I think the appearance change would not come until at least a few months after joining as she was still trying to find her sense of self again. When she did, she went back to her blonde hair but dyed half brown, like a reference to Ranboo and Puffy. She continues to wear Wilbur’s cloak but is now in a much classier fit, having spent too much time with Techno (who definitely gave her the gold). The L’Manberg hairtie is back, this time with a braid, because I think Syndicate braids is an even cooler concept than sbi braids

[lillylvjy]

And i could be (anything you need)

a/n// finally part 2! Lord this took longer to put out but I’ve been busy busy, so pleaseee enjoy this, it’s a little funky…. But self indulgent so not surprised.

warnings// making out, arguing, yelling?, confessions, Wilma being kinda a bitch but she’s also stubborn so, Wilbur’s a cockblock!, reader has a brother.

edited: barely.

wc// 1.7k

wilma gold x reader, wilma gold x gn!reader

Go read part 1

THE SMILEEEEEE-

“You had sex?!”

“Can you be quiet?!” You quickly placed your hand against your brothers mouth as your eyes widened.

“Who had sex and with who?” You heard Wil race down the steps as he came into the kitchen.

“Great, look what you did!” You sighed as you placed your head against the kitchen counter, hiding yourself from the two men in front of you.

“Oh shush, he was going to find out sooner rather than later.” Aidan said as he hit your shoulder, Wil coming around the island and wrapping his arms around your brother.

“What’s going on?” Wil asked yet again, as you lifted your head up and sighed.

“Wanna tell him?” Aidan raised his eyebrow at you as you groaned and started walking around the kitchen.

“Jesus I’m so stupid, yet she was so captivating! Like all she had to do was look at me and bam! On my knees in seconds-“

“Wha-“

“Shush, they’re getting there.” Aidan gently placed a hand on his arm as he watched with an amused smile as you paced and spoke out loud.

“And like, it would make it better if she was bad, but fucking hell, she practically changed my life last night.” You ranted as you moved your arms around, exasperating everything that you said.

“Ok, what are you talking about?” Wilbur asked as you ran your hands through your hair and sighed.

“I-“

“Wil?!” You heard a familiar voice shout from the front door, eyes widening and panic taking over.

“Seems like I’m about to find out.”

“Oh my god-“

“This is about to get good!” Aidan exclaimed as he let go of Wil’s hand and comes over to you, gently pushing you to the dining table, sitting you down on the chair that was pulled out.

“I need to hide.” You said in a whisper as you frantically looked around and got ready to launch yourself up, stopping when you felt Aidan’s hand on your arm.

“You’ll be fine. Just stay here, hear her out, maybe have a little love confession, and bam! You’re all good!” Aidan exclaimed as he smiled down at you.

“Good?! I could barely face a conversation with her when we just “hated” each other, and now after we- this is not going to go well.” You said in a whisper as Wil left to go get his sister, internally panicking as time passed.

A couple seconds pass as you heard footsteps make their way to the kitchen in a hurry, Wil trying to calm the woman down as you tried to hide yourself in any way you could.

“Wil, I really need you to-“ Her words stopped as she saw you sitting at the dining table, mouth open and staring at you as you look down at the floor. “What are they doing here?”

You scoff at her words as you looked up at her with hard eyes, softly shaking your head. “Really? So we’re back to status quo?”

“Yup ok! That’s our queue Wil-“

“Wait what?!”

“Fucking go!” Aidan harshly whispered as he pushed Wilbur out of the kitchen. You watched as they quickly left, then returned your gaze to the women in front of you.

She had a white sweater on with a black turtle neck underneath for extra warmth, baggy blue jeans on with wool socks. You frowned at the cloth covering her neck but quickly went back to a straight face as she furrowed her brows at you.

“What do you mean ‘status quo’?” Wilma asked as she crossed her arms and looked at you with as much confusion as she could muster.

You sighed as rubbed your face with your hands. “This. Us. Are we just going to continue to hate each other? Or are we going to be honest with each other for once?” You asked her as you stood up from the chair and made your way towards her.

Wilma shook her head as she looked at the floor, “What do you mean?! Aren’t we always honest?! That’s why we hate each other, yes?”

You scoff as you walk around the island and stood across from her. “So you’re saying, what we did last night didn’t mean anything to you? You didn’t feel anything?”

Wilma’s expression softened as she heard the genuine hurt in your words, hating how much it effected her after she put up so many walls. She knew something like this would happen and change how you both acted and felt, she just didn’t know it’d turn to this.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you’re acting like it!”

“Maybe because I’m afraid that you don’t feel the same and it’s taking all of me to keep it together and not walk over there and kiss you!”

Everything was silent. Maybe it was the snow absorbing all the sound around you outside, or maybe it was because you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to think, you just stood there staring at her, soaking in her confession like it was a fresh body of water and you jumped right in.

Wilm just stared at you, eyes hard as her lips pursed and waited for you to speak, or to say anything. Just a word or even a sigh.

“Say something.”

“Why don’t you come over and kiss me instead?”

Wilma’s eyes widened as those words came out of your mouth and into the steady air. You wanted her to actually kiss you? Like… on the lips?

Once she saw your eyes soften and and fill with want and longing, she knew you meant it. Her feet thought for her as she started to move around the counter towards you. Turning to face her, your back against the counter, in a blink of an eye, lips were placed roughly on yours as hands gripped and pulled at your waist. Your hands lifted from your sides and you placed your arms around her neck and tangled your hands in her hair and pulled when needed.

Groaning into your mouth, Wilma moved her hands down your body to the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the counter. Wrapping your legs around her waist as she moved closer and closer until she was flushed against you.

The kiss quickly escalated as Wilma’s kisses moved down and turned into bites as her lips met your neck, making marks over the ones that were already there, whining and whimpering as she did.

“Don’t have sex in our kitchen, please and thank you!” You heard Wilbur whisper from the hallway.

“Have you guys been there the whole time?!” You yell out to the couple Wilma hid her face in your neck.

You heard footsteps approach the kitchen with a sigh, revealing Aidan dragging Wil with him. “Yes we were, but only to make sure nothing bad happened but, seems like we’re all good so, we’ll be over in the living room if you need us! And yes, please don’t have sex in our kitchen, if you need to theirs like 4 other rooms you can use with beds!” Aidan yelled as he dragged Wil yet again into the living room, leaving you and Wilma to your own devices.

Giggling, the hand in Wilms hair started to rub and run through as she left small pecks on your neck. “So?”

“So.”

“Does the Wilma Gold have a crush on me?” You asked her as you lifted her head by cupping her chin your your hand.

“Hmm maybe, what about it?” She asked as you smiled at her and kissed her nose.

“Hmm what if I told you that I have a little crush on you, Miss Gold?” You asked as she raised an eyebrow at you and leaned closer.

“Well first I’d ask if your being honest,”

“Which I am-“

“Yeah yeah, I know! I can tell when you lie trust me darling.”

“Wait what-“

“Ah! Let me finish. Then I would ask if your free this Saturday after the market so I could either take you out to a restaurant or make you some dinner. And if you were and it went well, maybe I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” Wilma finishes off as she rubs her hands up and down your thighs and waist, caressing as much as she can while she leaves little kisses on your face and neck, never getting enough of you.

“Hmm and what if I said yes to all of those things?” You asked as you caressed her cheek with your thumb, lifting her face to look at you directly.

“The rest is for the future love. We let future us worry about that.” Wilma said as she lifted you off the counter and placed you on the ground. “Though, if you did say yes to being my girlfriend we may have a repeat of last night.”

“Hmm than just ask me now-“

“Ok are you guys done being horny and in love? I’m hungry and I want to make breakfast.” Wilbur came into the kitchen with a slightly annoyed Aidan behind.

“He’s worse than me.” Aidan mumbled out for only you and Wilma to hear as he goes over to help Wil. You both laugh at the passing comment as Wilma let go of you and took your hand to lead you around the island to her previous spot.

Wrapping her arms around your waist, she rest her head on your shoulder as you both watched the two in front of you bake, holding onto her linked hands.

“I love you, you know that right?” Wilma whispered to you as you rested your head against hers.

“Mhm, and I love you.”

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