#wirt headcanons

[dansemacabre]

i read a pinescone fic recently abt wirt being the anti-beast by leading lost children out of the woods and it drove me insane and i suddenly started thinking abt my pinescone early aughts university au and. wirt instinctually leading people away from being lost without realizing. going into psych to become a guidance counselor/therapist. working part time at the library and directing people to the right section- he always seems to have the right recommendation for someone going through a hard time. his lights shine a bit brighter than everyone else’s, and his window on the top floor faces the woods, so anyone in the forest can see campus in the dark and find their way home. he frequents the lost and found- his laundry always seems to spawn socks that his floor mates lost four years ago. he’s always getting stopped by visiting families and freshmen for directions- he thinks he just walks too slow and looks approachable, no matter how much he scowls. he walks shortcuts over hills and through groves of trees and finds the ground below him a bit more worn than normal every time. wirt is a beacon to the lost and hopeless without even knowing it. even when he is at his loneliest, he is always being followed and always being watched.

[wortaives]

enemies to friends to lovers pinescone anyone….

[crazy-tomato]

Ayo so... its been a while huh?

Concepts i had for a bad end friends comic series, not really working on it for now cause, i wanted to keep it as a personal project of me and only me in charge. And im kinda busy rn with other projects like trying to learn how to do music and such, and i also have to work on school.

But for now i can give you the basic idea i had: this mfs live in a house in the middle of nowhere all together. It was gonna be more a comedy than rather a, really serious thing you know? Like silly comics-shorts of them trying to get along, cause i though like the part i mostly like of BEF is the idea of this characters interacting with eachother in the context they are, of being all failed heroes. It might change and i may add more BEFs to the project like TKO, The red leader, Pink steven, etc. But for now this is the main cast.

[xovera-toz]

The twins trigger Wirt's tendency to parent, the poison factor of Mabel's cooking is discussed (Wirt does end up eating it), and the girl knit stuff.

[kikie-e3]

...... Pinescone.... 2024

💥*explosion noises*💥

[aretheyqueer]

Are they nonbinary?

disclaimer: this is a hc, not speculating on what the writers intentions were.

reason: Okay so, this headcanon IS mostly based on vibes and not like, actually implied. However, there's a scene where a tavern keeper asks Wirt who he is, and he responds with "I'm just a guy, *I guess*...?" and "I don't know, I don't really like labels. I'm just myself", and honestly? Mood

[ficmachine]

Bloodhound, Octane, and Pathfinder, reacting to a make reader who always hides his face? Like- always wears these pretty/badass looking masks, and one day it falls off (or maybe brakes, or they catch him without his mask) and he's the most prettiest boi they've met- and he just starts crying cuz he's afraid on how they'll react?

You don't have to reply to this if you don'twanna! Also I wanna say I love your work! Your really talented ^^

Please keep up the great work!!

I gotchu! Dw! And thank you! :0c

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Bloodhound/Octane/Pathy x Masc Reader. (Mask-wearing self-conscious reader)

Style: Intro + Headcanons

Wordcount: 1.8k (1808 to be exact)

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People get curious. People ask. Not everyone, of course, but those who ask about why you cover your face usually prod to the point it gets uncomfortable. The amount of people – Your “fans” as they call themselves - who blow it out of proportion, make you paranoid about someone pushing it too far.

They're terrifying, especially when they obsess over something. You'd think you would have more than enough shit to deal with as a legend but no, this is a whole different can you don't want to crack open.

Regardless, whether it's just for your own comfort or just because you like looking cool is nobody's damned business.

You have your own reasons. That should be enough.

But bad fortune was going to catch up to you at some point or other, you suppose.

The stray bullet that scraped the side of your face was close, way too close - fear washes over you like a bucket of ice cold water.

Ducking under cover with your heart leaping to your throat you touch your cheek with a hiss – red smeared over your glove – and curse under your breath. Shit. Not good but at least you're not out in the open. Taking a deep breath you grip your gun tighter, chest heaving up and down as your eyes lock with your teammate.

“I'm fine.” You dismiss their concern quickly, pressing the inside of your sleeve to your face to stop the bleeding as you peek out from behind the wall. You can't pinpoint the shooter, neither can you sense any movement out in the open. Sucking in a breath you take cover again, back against the cold concrete wall and gun clutched to your chest. “Can't see them.”

Looking back at your partner your brows furrow. They're staring. Is the wound that bad? You pull your sleeve away to see the bleeding eased up and heave a sigh, breath visible in the cold weather.

“What-”

Your eyes catch the sight of your face-mask on the ground.

Oh.

Quicker than you can process your free hand snaps to your face. Panic engulfs your form all over again – eyes shooting up to your teammate to find them still staring – they definitely saw. Your head spins, heart hammering as your throat goes dry.

Ah.

Okay.

This is probably the worst time to panic. And cry? Are you really going to cry over this? Right now? In the middle of the field?

Fuck.

Bloodhound -

If there's anyone out there who'd understand the panic you're experiencing now, it's them. They wouldn't want anyone to see their face, especially in the middle of the battlefield.

Bloodhound knows better than to stare. Even if they caught a glimpse of your face they respectfully avert their gaze, focusing on the incoming fight instead.

They've seen you come out of fights with much worse scrapes, but when you hesitate so do they.

Minding to keep their eyes off you, they grab your mask off the ground and hold it up to you without a word.

Thankfully there's nobody around, nor are there any cameras close enough to your cover.

They keep watch over you while you fix the mask back onto your face the best you possibly can, and only when you're done do they look at you.

Noticing your trembling form they try their best to soothe you, resting their hand on your arm and giving it a small squeeze. “Stay with me, félagi fighter. The fight is not over yet.”

As empathetic as they are, they can't do anything but bring your focus back to the battle.

It's hard to get a grip on your panic – eyes blurry and ears ringing, you're disorientated and zoned out - but you know you have to. It's either pushing your feelings to the side to deal with them later, or risking dying.

Bloodhound keeps a hand on your arm until you're calm enough to stand and move. Eyes locking with yours you give them a nod, a thanks, and their whole form relaxes some.

“Good. Let's move, myndarlegur. It is not safe here.”

Carefully they lead you out of the danger zone and towards somewhere quieter.

They keep an eye on you throughout the rest of the game, both out of concern and interest.

Whether or not the two of you win doesn't matter. As soon as the game's over and you're free to go Bloodhound checks up on you. They don't bring up whether or not they've seen your face, and with how they're acting you're not entirely sure they did, but if you need to they let you lean on their shoulder as the panic from the day's events catch up to you.

Octane -

Unlike Bloodhound, Octane's a bit too stunned to snap his gaze away from you in time. When your eyes lock he tenses, feeling like he was caught red handed over something he wasn't ever supposed to see.

How can he look away though? Have you seen your face? That's... A dumb question, but he's seen it now too! And MAN, he looked away more out of bashfulness than anything else.

His heart leaps to his throat when he forces out a laugh to dismiss the situation, clicking his tongue. “Ai, amigo, you gotta be more careful. Custom masks like that are a bitch to replace.”

Shaking his head he hands you the mask, frowning when he notices how badly its broken. There's no way you can put it back on.

The realisation draws over you the same second and suddenly it's much harder to breathe than before.

With your vision spinning you lean back on the wall heavily, knees almost buckling under you while the gun slips out of your hand and falls to the ground with a clatter. A vague wave of pain passes through you when you grip your face too hard but you're too zoned out to care.

One moment your vision is spinning, the other you feel fingers prying your hand away from your face. Then, you're staring at maskless Octane grinning his stupid grin at you while he makes sure his own mask sits comfortably on your lower face.

He dismisses you when you ask why, waving his hand in the air as if it was nothing.

“What are friends for, huh? Besides, we have a game to win. Can't have you distracted while we kick ass!”

And kick ass you do.

Sure, he looks kinda dumb with just his goggles and head covered, but with the air filter built in this mask it's much more comfortable to breathe than in your own.

After the game is over Octavio sticks to you like glue, both to check in on you and to let you know you can keep the mask until you can replace yours.

Like hell you're gonna give it back. You're keeping it and he's more than okay with that.

Pathfinder -

Pathfinder, sweet, helpful Pathfinder, notices your mask is gone quicker than you notice your bleeding. Fortunately, he's also the quickest one to jump into action.

“Careful, friend! Faces aren't meant to be shot through.”

You're panicked and shaking, covering your face, and the last thing on his mind is your face. He's focusing on double-checking nobody's near before looking back to you and holding out a medkit to you.

He enjoys looking at your face, of course, so he doesn't look away until you turn away and it finally clicks in his head that you're probably uncomfortable. After all, some people like having their face covered and you happen to be one of those people.

Looking around he pinpoints your mask and dusts it off, holding it up to you.

Noticing you're not moving and your eyes are leaking he tilts his head to the side, only realising you're having a panic attack when his thumb feels the pulse in your wrist.

“Oh no, this isn't good. Don't worry, I've got you.” Immediately his attitude changes from cheerful to deeply worried, and he's wriggling the medkit out of your hand to grab you and get the two of you out of the open.

Thankfully, he holds you close to his chest while he grapples to the safety of the indoors – locking the doors and setting you down in the corner – to make sure no cameras can catch a glimpse of you.

Once inside he rummages through the kit to patch you up, giving you a heads up at the incoming sting loud enough to get through your brain haze so you can brace yourself for it.

With that done he gets to work on fixing your mask up the best he can – he's not great at it but he can get a few strong stitches in quick enough before you need to get moving again.

“There, just like new – only slightly torn.” He beams at you.

By the time he's done you're staring at him openly, eyes dried, mind still foggy but you're grounded enough to bring yourself back into the present. You've been staring at him all throughout and if he noticed he didn't say anything. You're grateful for it.

Pathfinder hands you the mask and you shakily put it on, gasping when he ruffles your head to ground you further.

“Do you need another minute or are you feeling well enough to keep going? We always can outrun the ring with my zip-line, so don't worry about that.”

You let him know you need another minute, and he nods before walking off to double-check if it's still safe in the building. Once he's back he looks at you, head tilting to the left while a question mark pops up on his chest monitor.

“I do have a question for you, friend.”

Your mouth runs dry. There it is-

“Are you alright?” You blink up at him, genuinely expecting him to ask about your mask or why you wear it. Instead, he continues, “I'm sure we can forfeit if you need to leave. Your well-being matters more to me than winning.”

Your heart swells, both with anxiety and appreciation, but you ultimately shake your head from side to side, letting him know you just need another moment.

You might not win, but with a friend like Pathfinder, who's willing to give up winning just to make sure you're okay? You're gonna have to make sure he knows how much he means to you.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Headcanon: (Fanon Epilogue Idea)

Wirt supports Little Gregory's good decision to return the rock he stole from Mrs. Daniel's garden by accompanying him to her house.

When Wirt knocks on the door, Mrs. Daniel happily answers it.

He then informs her that Greg has something of hers that he wishes to return, and Greg presents the rock with tears welling up in his eyes.

After his sincere and emotional apology, Mrs. Daniel forgives him and invites the two inside.

Once they're inside, she tells Wirt to take a seat on her couch while she and Greg go out into her garden.

While they're outside, Greg returns the rock to its proper place and apologizes to Mrs. Daniels, who forgives him once again.

Her promise to keep the rock in good condition and the assurance that he can always visit her garden to see it makes him smile brightly.

[ur-fav-is-autistic]

Wirt from Over the Garden Wall is Autistic!

[trashrat72]

y'all hear me out

Wirt is literally Todd brotzman from dirk gently

Elijah Wood got one personality lol

[thewritertiger]

Hellooooo is spooky month!!!!!!!!!

But ve is April

SHUT UP IS OCTOBER AND HERE IS HEADCANONS OF POSSES SKIP AND PUMP

1. After of being possessed by Moloch. They escaped of their parents and moved to a haunted house with ghost.

2. The ghost of there at the beginning they tried to scared them but it was extremely impossible. So they give up and let them to be in the house. Some became attached to them and others ignore them because of how unbearable they are

3. Pump and skid have most of the control of their bodies.moloch is like a boss to them (or a father) giving them a lot of orders. But they are very innocent that sometimes he lost his patience and give up.

4. Moloch still not admit it but he became attached to them and he cares even though they are very unbearable. Moloch for skid and pump he is the best friend and a father figure to them.

5. The bad end friends (bipper,wirt and Finn) visit the haunted house often. And they come to say hello to the children.

6. Wirt and bill (bipper) are the most closest to them. Wirt is like the big brother that they can annoy because is funny and bill is the cool brother.

7. Wirt tells storie to the children and bill put them in danger with their dangerous games

8. Pump's mind still in control by the eyes. But he is more obedient to Moloch

Sorry for the worst English and Thank 4 read:

OOGA BOOGAAAAAAAAAA

[just-wirt-things]

Just Wirt Things #189

obsessed with The Crane Wives

submited by @firowisteria 

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

wirt from over the garden wall is transgender (headcanon)

submitted by @shark-with-16-eyes

[crazy-tomato]

Hiii decided to make a section called "drawing bad end friends that nobody remembers" today we have

Buttoneyes Coraline!

U know, ive always finded weird that most of the people sayed that her bad end was "turning into the other mother"??? Idk if thats a thing on the book? (I cant read 😭) but since i only watched the movie i imagined coraline as a ghost.

Now some hcs about her!

She used to wander around various places aimlessly, until she found the place where the other BEFs lived. She stayed out of curiosity to see them do things since she found them strange but interesting

The first person who noticed about her presence was Ice Finn! Since he can see ghosts and spirits. He had funny chitchats with her and decided he will take her with him to the house. Besides it wasn't the first ghost he invited of course.

Wirt end up noticing her too, Coraline found him perfect to annoy so she decided to stay in the house so she could hostigate Wirt and talk with Finn.

[xovera-toz]

I'm a firm believer that Jason Funderberker is actually a really sweet kid who's got a nasty speech impediment and feels very insecure about it. He tries compensating by dressing neat and being nice- but, as seen with Wirt, that doesn't always work.

[spike-iskenough]

I’m headcanoning Wirt’s last name to be Gardener and Greg’s as Walter. You can’t tell me otherwise.