#g!wil

[skullsnbruises]

Where are you going?

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0

[taralen]

Thoughts in Reflection

A prequel to an INBOX Story idea proposed by @clowny-rolls (Thanks for the idea!!!)

NOTE: This story won't make as much sense unless you read the stuff I wrote here for better context: Click Me.

The illustration is inspired by a drawing a friend of mine did of Spamton, but it's currently not uploaded anywhere. Sorry guys. 😭

The year was 1994.

Spamton G. Spamton, a former Addison and a now esteemed entrepreneurial businessman who founded BIG SHOT AUTOS was one day asked, "Mr. Spamton, are you seeing anyone?"

Much to Spamton's chagrin, the one asking was his close friend Bant, a Blue Addison who was the only one of his former friends and coworkers with whom he stayed in contact. He leaned against the wall, waiting for any chance to talk to Spamton once he was off the phone.

Spamton rolled his eyes. "Why are you asking?"

"You haven't seen any ladies, have you? I figured with your newfound success, the women would be flocking to you." Bant chuckled.

Spamton raised his hand and dismissed this with a gesture. "I'm too busy."

"Not too busy for me, though." Bant smirked.

Spamton froze and his cheeks flushed pink.

Bant tilted his head, flashing that iconic closed-eye Addison grin. "Hey, if you're interested, one of the restaurants Sen's been running fliers for is setting up blind dates. I've been the one coordinating things to bring people together. The restaurant has had a nice uptick in business since! The campaign is running for another week. It might be kind of fun to try it out. I can set you up with a cute girl, exactly your type!"

Spamton narrowed his eyes at the mention of Sen, or Yahoosen, the Yellow Addison he once worked so closely with but did not believe in his vision. Hearing Bant's involvement softened his expression but not his demeanor. "That sounds stupid. How will this benefit me at all?"

"If you have a good time, you could leave them a good review, and then I can convince the owner to vouch for your shop whenever they need a new car or some fixing. What do you think?" Bant's smile widened.

Spamton raised a brow. "Uh, give me a moment. Step out of my office for a bit."

Bant sighed. "What for?"

"I need to make a call, obviously!" Spamton said as he sat down at his desk with his finger already on the dial.

Bant huffed and pushed off the wall. "Fine. Let me know when you're done." He slipped out, closed the door behind him, and paced the hall. Although he was just outside the office, he could not hear what Spamton was talking about. Thankfully, the call was brief, and only a few moments later, Spamton opened the door, looking up at Bant. "OKAY. I will do it!" He adjusted his collar and flashed a handsome, toothy smile.

Bant blinked. "Huh? Really? Did whoever you were talking to on the phone tell you it was a good idea?" He laughed a little awkwardly.

"Huh?! Why would I ask my esteemed business partner about something so silly?" Spamton laughed, dismissively waving his hand. "Go on! Set me up with this blind date! I trust you know my tastes in women well."

Bant furrowed his brows. Having known Spamton for years, he knew when he wasn't totally genuine, and this seemed to be one of those moments, but he smiled anyway. "Okay, I will. I'm sure not to disappoint you!" ☎️☎️☎️

Waiting in a hallway near the restrooms was a small lady, a White Addison. She wore a silken pink dress far too expensive for her salary and tied her hair up in a matching pink bow. People passing by stared at her, whispering words she did not want to hear.

Bant approached her. "Ah, Ms. Thetalan, you look quite lovely. That dress Orvar loaned you fits you nicely!"

Orvar, short for Orvarstok, was an Orange Addison who worked with Bant. He advertised clothing curated by Queen herself, ranging from everyday wear to fine garments. Through their established trust, Bant easily convinced him to loan a dress on the promise he'd foot the dry-cleaning bills afterward.

She turned to the Blue Addison and smiled meekly. "You think so? I hope he likes it, too."

"He definitely will. You are exactly his type." Bant winked. "He is an esteemed businessman, so he has fine tastes. He should be here within the next five to ten minutes. Just wait here for now."

"Fine tastes?" She blushed. "Okay. I will wait right here," she answered meekly. She watched him disappear down the corner. She was certain this guy was the same Blue Addison she saw with that man she fell in love with a year ago—a man who appeared to be a White Addison like her but with black hair. She etched his name into her heart: Spamton G. Spamton.

Despite her suspicions, Thetalan didn't dare pry too much about the Blue Addison's possible relations. He approached her directly while she was walking down the street and asked if she would like to participate in a blind date with all the expenses paid to support a local restaurant. Usually, she'd be wary of such things, but because of his familiarity, her intuition told her to trust him and take on this offer. She told him about the kind of man she wanted to meet, and he said, "Ah, perfect. I know just the guy for you! He is a handsome businessman and not too unlike an Addison." He raised his head and pointed at his own nose. "What, with one of these just like us!"

Few Darkners chose to court Addisons outside of work-related reasons, but this Blue Addison described someone so specific that she could only think of one person, and it was him. To have this opportunity of seeing Spamton again... It made her tremble with excitement.

With bated breath, she gazed into the nearby mirror, trying to collect herself. Though she was excited, anxiety swarmed her entire being. She hadn't seen this man since last year and wondered if he remembered her. He occupied her mind constantly, and as she stared into her beautified reflection, her hands wringing restlessly, she thought, "He has no idea how much I wish he could see me."

(To be continued...)

[jewishbarbies]

we need to come together as a group to make sure everyone knows what “underrated” means because I’m pretty sure it’s NOT a fan favorite

[gifsofhubris-a]

"...it's not the best choice, it's Spacer's Choice. Taste the freedom."

[oakendesk]

book cover - Of G-Strings And Strippers - 1959 (modified version of Dec 1950 Police Detective Cases)

Wil Hulsey

Police Detective Cases Dec 1950

Wil Hulsey

[colossal-red]

Endless Sleep

Tw: death mention, grieving.

Tommy’s sleep was restless, it had been several weeks since the incident, as those dumbass therapists called it… he hated that word now. Ever since that day, it had been hard to close his eyes.

He missed those mofos so much.

In his sleep, in the very same room on a significantly bigger bed than the one he rested in on a nightstand, Philza would awaken, and sit up with a groggy look about him, wiping some sleep from his eyes he would turn to look at Tommy… a sigh coming from his lips.

He himself had troubles too, but he had to be there for Tommy; It was all that kept him going, losing two of his three sons would do that to you… need something to keep you going. He’d rise to his feet, and gently stroke Tommy’s small hair with a finger, feeling his soft movements, despite the sad nature of his distressed motions, it was the most active he’d seen him in a while.

“Shhh…” He whispered softly, stroking his blond hair until he calmed. The larger avian would look out a window, gazing at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. He wished he could see them just one last time.

On the nightstand, close to where Tommy slept was a photo of the once happy family, but now half of them were gone. Techno, gone much too soon and Wil, taken most recently.

It was heart shattering.

Memories flashed through Phil’s mind, as soundless tears dripped from his face, times of love, times of laughter; God he’d give anything to have those times back.

One memory in particular appeared, a day like any other, except all four of them were tired as shit hehe… Phil nearly crashed the car that day, picking them all up from their work or school in Tom’s case.

Tubbo had called them all sleepy boy’s when he came to visit, and the name kind of stuck, it became an inside joke, Sleepy Boi’s Incorporated, they called themselves.

They tried their best to stay awake and have some family bonding time together but… when Wil face-planted into a pie that Tommy had moved in front of him, Phil would send them off to bed.

Everyone learned a lesson from that to not stay up too late hehe…

Suddenly, lost in his thought, something would perch on Phil’s shoulder, and nuzzle his neck. “Tommy…?”

“Phil.” Tommy replied simply, wings held close to his body as he stayed there on the Bean’s shoulder.

“Did I wake you?”

“Nah, if your snores can’t wake me up old man I doubt anything could.“

That caused a laugh from Phil, Tommy staying perched on despite the shakes, Phil was still crying a bit, but the laughter felt nice. The smaller avian smiled, burrowing into Phil’s neck as he reached up and placed a hand on Tommy to almost hug him, a sniffle coming from Tom.

“You okay mate?”

“Yeah,it’s just… I wish they were here with us.”

“Me too Tom, me too.” Phil replied, sighing again as he sat down, softly stroking Tom’s hair.

“It’ll be okay mate. They’d- they’d want us to carry on…”

“Yeah, Wil would’ve cracked a joke here I think. Techno would maybe have laughed in his usual way, patting your back…” Tom mumbled to himself, just staying as close to Phil as he could.

“Yeah, probably.” Phil said with a sad smile.

“I think… I’ll be okay… won’t we Dadza..?”

“Yea… yea mate,”

“We’ll be okay.”

—————————————————————-

Hey y’all, Red here.

Regarding the Wilbur Soot allegations…

Wilbur Soot is gone; As far as I'm concerned, the Wilbur Soot we knew is dead now... the one we knew and loved would never do the things he's done, all that's left is this, terrible abuser who I can’t even recognize. :,]

I believe… we can still make fics about the one we knew and loved, our Real Wilbur, not this- disgrace.

Separating the one we knew and loved from the disgrace that emerged from the ashes;

And so I had this fic idea… a smol Fic Idea: A tribute to the SBI, Phil and Tommy-centric with the two in grieving over the deaths of Wil and Techno, but after some bonding and comfort- g/t, the short fic would end with the simple words... "It'll be okay" to celebrate the life of Techno, as we are getting close to that time of the year again… when we lost the legend… and to celebrate the Wilbur Soot we knew and loved, but abhor what he has become.

Just to be clear: I 100% support Shelby, she’s a good person, who didn’t deserve any of what happened to her… or anyone else affected by Will…

This fic, and any subsequent ones released after this by me… are not in support of Will, they are a tribute to the happy memories the Wilbur we knew and loved gave us, and mourning of the loss of the one that gave us hope, and inspired us…

I miss him, and after that ‘apology’

In the words of Soldier Boy…

“You’re such a f^cking disappointment.”

🫂

Here’s a hug for everyone in need :,] I’m still on hiatus, just to be clear… but when I get the chance to truly come back I will, I love all of you/p

And I hope y’all have an excellent day… (When I come back I’ll also clear out my inbox- thanks for the asks <3/p)

See y’all… when I see you. ❤️/p

P.S. I do apologize if people look at this fic in bad taste, I wrote this for myself majorly, in mourning of the man who was “Everything I wanted to be” as quoted from Spider-Man Ps4.

@kayla-crazy-stuffs @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @poprockpanda @a-tiny-frog-girl @local-squishmallow

[justewil]

i think im so funny

[sl1nkie]

just finished s1 of hannibal and

what the Fuck,, how am i supposed to be NORMAL after this. how am i supposed to move ON ??

what the actual fuck, 😭

[sadistpet]

discord drop cause im eepy :3 you can add me at syrentide !

[wilbyscoot]

You deserve to be tickled until you’re just a puddle of happy giggles you amazing person.

-G

(If you haven’t figured out who I am I will add a tally./j/nsrs)

What the fuck is wrong with you /j

I had a feeling I knew who you were but I didn't want to assume in case it was a completely different person. 😭

Your tally confirmed it.

[oceanic-stars-system]

me omw to get to know you cuz u seem cool and i want to eat your blog :3

Pffft, feel free to eat the full course buffet if yous so wish! i hear a bunch about you guys from @clutteredcollective, so i already think you guys are rad as hell. :3

our dms are always open, but we have no clue what to talk about half the time </3

-🐾

[skullsnbruises]

Batch 1/? - Sysvore ☀️

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- Basil, he/moon/soot, male, human

- Wil, he/him, male, “werewolf”

- Mae, he/him, transfem, sizeshifter borrower

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0

[luck-system-shenanigans]

fuckin. tags.

[hrhprincerichard]

Yes, I can tell. It does not sound like a combination that ought to mix. There I will have to agree with you. I've never understood dunking biscuits into drinks. Who wants half a cup of crumbs? Gross indeed.

[Attached: Richard trying not to smile]

Your enthusiasm is infectious. How does cinnamon in coffee not sound appealing? What about it sounds so unappealing other than its apparently one of my "flights of fancy?" Also, if you dunked a cookie in there then your coffee would be full of crumbs, which, gross.

Ur welcome

[Attached: Grant grinning another cheeky grin]

[littledeerradio]

Does anyone know child actor survivor groups the only other survivor I found in the tags was wil of wheaton fame and I sent him a message but I am thinking he may be too famous to want to be friends with a little deer. It is always possible that he will mr. Wheaton if you read this i am not rejecting you if you wish to commiserate with a little deer but I imagine that famous people often have people want to be their friend disingenuously because of the famous.

I wish only to connect with other child actors and while I will connect with wil of wheaton fame if he chooses little deer is wondering if it can talk to other child actors who are maybe not famous. The problem is when you say child actors mostly famous people come up.... but it is harmful as well to the child actors who did not make it big but were still being pushed to try.

[nightfallsystem-moved]

compression briefs r kind of killing me but like id rathehr be in a lot of pain thhan look like something i dont wnat to