#cwilbur rp blog

[cannibals-casino]

Wilbur slipped into the bar, he needed a drink. He’s tail dragged against the floor, as he sat down at the bar, they moved their tail out of people’s ways thankfully. They didn’t plan on getting attached to anyone here. Not again. He owed himself some red wine, paid for it as he fixed up their dress, it was one of his I suppose more “older” ones. Never wore it out that much anymore. It was a very certain red dress.

-@pitiful-revival [felt like this goober needed a bit of screen time /pos /silly -🎸]

" .. well, I certainly haven’t seen you in- a hot second. "

alex murmured, slowly extending his crutches to land near, almost dying to stiffen his movements. sure, they were from different timelines,, but this lovely lad and alex himself had been through. quite a bit, hell and back to put it lightly. bowing his head, giving a soft headbutt, and finally standing normally. " how’s your country, mx pres,? " he asked, tail flicking, almost making a wagging motion back and forth. they had the utmost respect for her.

" the dress looks lovely, I forgot I even tailored that for you all those years back in all honesty. how’s it holding up?, "

[deadnrevived]

intro!!

Wilbur sighs, dragging a hand across his face. Hes bored. tommy is.. somewhere. he doesnt actually know. or care enough to bother finding him. Ranboo went home, its like midnight anyways. the endrian probably needs the rest. hes too pent up and anxious all the damn time.

whatever. wilburs better then those losers anyways. he just needs to sneak his way back into las nevadas to see his hu-- quackity.

whatever. quackity is probably busy getting touchy with that dumb slime guy or whatever.

god he really needs to get a life.

info below the cut!!

yello!! this is a c!wilbur ask / rp blog!

lets set some couple things straight shall we?

this blog will mostly be las nevdas era c!wilbur. however if an ask suggests a different era, im all for doing those too!

this is not going to be cannon aligned. im simply a guy trying to have fun

this will have themes of quackbur, quackcicle and maybe the three together. this however. is cannon (to this blog) is just a misunderstanding on wilburs part. tnt duo is the only true ship ill probably interact with.

duos are fine!! past future and present. throw em all together. mix au's! i dont care. im just here to have fun.

ill probably use the tags as an ooc spot. check those if you want a spin out of my brain

boundries

dont reblog reply, send another ask pease, i dont want it clogging up the posts.

suggestive is fine. i wont due straight up nsfw.

wilbur

my au wilbur is part human, part zombie, part vampire from limbo

wilbur will have traits of npd.

this will be updated as i think of other things!! (aka i will remake this eventually)

[cannibals-casino]

" maturity comes with knowledge, something you, I can only assume, don’t have. " he continued on, looking back to his counter to grab a small screwdriver. slowly taking his arm apart plate by plate, setting the emerald and silver plated robotics onto the bar counter once again. directly next to his silver tequila and plate of raw organ they snacked on.

[ hello!! :D, seen your cwilbur rp blog kinda like everywhere ( from moots and such ) and super excited to do some ( hopefully ) silly stuff w these two n i hope you have a good day!! :3 ]

" dear lord,, what smells like death itself.. " the president grumbled, sitting at his bar, head down, fixing the prosthetic he was wearing with a frustrated sigh. in the middle of taking off his hand completely, setting it on the counter, and glancing around. " ah. it’s a corpse. " he grumbled, glaring in the direction of wilbur.

-> @cannibals-casino

He rose an unamused brow at the insult, glancing across the bar to where the man sat. He continued to sip at his cocktail, contemplating his response, before setting the glass back down.

"Real mature, aren't we?"

He questioned, barking a laugh.

[tainted-fields]

Standing outside of the cave, Wilson considered knocking. But that would be silly. And he wasn’t silly.

The path to the cave through all that snow was treacherous, but it was worth it.

So instead, he decided to very slowly enter the cave. Surely Alexia wouldn’t mind.

Surprises are meant to be, well, surprising, after all!

He makes his way down the path by the train tracks. Wilson was certain this was the right way.. He could be wrong but hopefully not.

Wilson calls out, a bit quietly in hindsight, “Hello?” Hopefully he wasn’t intruding on anything important (Hint hint, nudge nudge :3)

-@farewell-lmanburg

the old train tracks slowly creaked under the weight of Wilsons clicking boots, the corridor about a foot or so wide had soul fire torches all along the sides aswell. and as Wilson reached closer towards towards the ending of the train track ridden corridor it lead him straight into an entirely other cave system,. cavers and ravine like drops, more corridors on every level varied in height, width, everywhere. the bottom of this massive cave system was covered in easily 10ft+ large crystals such as amethyst, quartz, ruby, sapphire, emerald, even crystallized lapis downed the bottom of it. and of course, in various patches of this crystal, pools of pale red blood and pale golden feathers stuck to them. as if somebody was repeatedly shoved off of these and re-healed just for the ‘ fun ‘ of it all. snow slowly piling up on the sides, a natural cause of the tundra. though, that wasn’t what caught wilsons eye initially.

„ I don’t want to fly again, please,- please schlatt I- I don’t want to fly again, I learned how, I- I promise!!- „

alexias voice echoed from a small ledge higher up than Wilson himself, her voice watery and echoing, strained. her face drenched in tears, nose bloody and wings plucked, no longer in her initial dress,, but a loose fitting tank top and shorter shorts, coming just above her mid thigh. as if the dress was too much work to clean, that and most likely a mix of the Ram looming over her wanted her to be as cold as possible so it hurt worse. the black infection she previously showed Wilson now snuck up both of her arms, up from the tips of her pawed feet to up half her legs, and crawling up her neck. half of it looking like frostbite.

« say bye bye, birdie. »

alexia was shoved. desperately trying to fly.

[cwilbursootask]

hello, uh, question for all,? I guess.

favorite flower,?

-> @wynbergsflorist

i quite like lilacs!!!!!! or blue daisies!

-

i don’t have one

-

i like black roses the best, i think they’re pretty :)

[ask-the-burs]

Greetings from...this is a joke, right?

-Lmambur

[ourpl3d]

wilbursoot🟣👓 > augh you wound me hue-gh

wilbursoot🟣👓 > i assure you it will go exactly as intneded. bye though

((ooc, re:duo name. What does kometka mean :0? Ik its your tag for wilbur but otherwise shrugs

purpled 🪻🛸 > bye purpled 🪻🛸 > lock in or it’s your car keys

⇽ - - •

[tommyinnit3]

What is your opinion on (c!)Wilbur Tommy?

I ask for a friend … not because this is (c!)Wilbur or something pfft… nooo…

I’m sure you think he’s so cool

he’s so cool and funny and such a good leader

(ps. You’re super cool and I may or may not be a c!wilbur fictionkin , I don’t support ccWilbur !)

(Thank you thank you)

Uhhh wilbur? Well he’s constantly out of the house and fighting with quackity- I feel like a child of divorce, I bet he has hasent even noticed that I’ve been with mumza the last few days. But other than that he’s a cool person!

[arandomvan]

so i saw your brother yesterday while visiting las nevadas—he got beaten up i think?—and i just want to ask

what is his PROBLEM

he has a lot of problems which one 🤨

[cannibals-casino]

Wilbur sat on the couch, staring at his hands, be more exact the palm of them. They hated the scars. Always will but some part of him found the beauty of them, even if he regret what brought theses scars to them. Especially the matching set of two. The smiles. It.. It brought back memories, they knew he shouldn’t have went back, but he did.

“Y’know, I still owe him favors, still has me on a fish hook. I hate it, I hate that I went back to him more than once, guess I just have a problem with not seeing red flags, shocked he hasn’t used me yet. Means he’s plotting something though, don’t know what but fucking hell… couldn’t I have just stayed away? Would have made shit more easier.”

the male, in the middle of sorting paperwork and other work related things sighed. tensing that ever so slight amount just at the mentioning of, well. of him.

" I don’t, I don’t know everything. velvet. you, know that,, but even then I don’t think that even for a split second I have ever thought that I regretted meeting you. your absence, wouldn’t have me where I am today. or, or your Quackity may have been worse off, your family, I don’t even think you weren’t meant to do what you did. as shitty as it absolutely is,, " " because at the end of the day, I still would never have found out half that I did. without you here. "

[quacknevadas]

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[evan-on-the-internet]

HELLO EVERYBODY :3

Spreading my brainrot agenda;

check out all of these blogs or you explode and die, not sorry

@your-body-my-temple-baby

@las-nevadas-business

@poured-my-past-down-the-drain

@innitterz

If you don't at least check their blogs out, you die and explode, sorry not sorry

[cwilbursootask]

pog— bur,?? uhm- god is this even the right address?? I swear to fucking god if ivory just sent me on a goddamn goose chase with fucking packages I’m gonna. OH— hello,—

-> @apricity-honor

oh! hello :) what can i do for you?

[ask-the-burs]

I uh...visited Pogtopia today..

Its extremely dark down here...how did we survive like this??

I dont even remember half of this...

Ah, my old bedroom. How cozy

I think I was seeing things here...

I had to leave after this. I could feel a panic attack coming...

-Revivebur

[iamaman-foxfundy]

Religion?

I’d say Agnostic. Wilbur used to take me and Toms to church prime, but Tommy took to it much more than me.

[cannibals-casino]

alex continued the conversation with a half hearted scoff and small scowl of disgust. his lovely.. compliments. weren’t exactly an inviting and warm welcome type of invitation, so seeing the male that close in proximity had made his tail, originally wrapped around the stem of the bar stool, flicker back and forth in pure annoyance. setting another plate from his arm onto the table with a small huff. pulling some wiring with it, as expected from him, and, well, anyone dealing with robotics,, especially when it came prosthetics.

" raw meat doesn’t smell, especially if it’s fresh,, and this. is fresh. or can you not see it still pulsing,? hm? "

they questioned, wincing at the slamming of glass against the wooden countertop, sighing slightly in what seemed to be mild relief.

[ oh em gee yippee!!! :D ]

" dear lord,, what smells like death itself.. " the president grumbled, sitting at his bar, head down, fixing the prosthetic he was wearing with a frustrated sigh. in the middle of taking off his hand completely, setting it on the counter, and glancing around. " ah. it’s a corpse. " he grumbled, glaring in the direction of wilbur.

-> @cannibals-casino

He rose an unamused brow at the insult, glancing across the bar to where the man sat. He continued to sip at his cocktail, contemplating his response, before setting the glass back down.

"Real mature, aren't we?"

He questioned, barking a laugh.