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basilly · 2 years

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candids || mcyts x reader

summary: pictures the dsmp have taken of you two :)

includes: dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, & wilbur

gender: fem presenting

dream: "you look so good in my sweater :)"

sapnap: "dream caught me distracted"

george: "sapnap was following us on our walk."

wilbur: "unfortunately i can't be mad at tommy for taking this"

karl: "fine dining with my fine lady"

quackity: "we were tired, okay?"

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ax-y10 · 8 months

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Wilbur.

In which- Wilbur. Just Wilbur.

A/n: Inspired by @unlust-fvck and their wilbur on sunday mornings drabble

Chapter info: mention of arguments, mention of a panic attack (Wilbur), mentions of drinking (alcohol), cuddling/holding, kisses, dancing

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Wilbur who leaves his phone at the table when he goes to the bathroom on a date because he has nothing to hide

Wilbur who calls you late at night if you're in another room after an argument just so he can see your face

Wilbur who wraps his arms tightly around you and hugs you up against the wall in the midst of a panic attack

Wilbur who wears a dopey smile whenever he sees something cute, immediately pointing it out to you

Wilbur who lets you cut his hair when it grows out

Wilbur who makes sure everything is cleaned up and neat before you wake up

Wilbur who takes care of himself after a night of drinking and let's you sleep through the night peacefully

Wilbur who holds you all day if you're not feeling up to facing the challenges of the day

Wilbur who sings you to sleep on restless nights

Wilbur who decides kisses are better than words

Wilbur who dances with you in the kitchen while you freak out about the dinner possibly burning

Wilbur who brings you to band rehearsal and proudly shows you each and every demo

Wilbur who loves you

And you who loves Wilbur.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur fluff #wilbur imagines #wilbur drabble #drabble #wilbur soot x you

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rachelsquill · 10 months

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His Gay Ass is NOT Stargazing!!!

Quackity and Wilbur stood atop the Las Nevadas Needle. Quackity was gazing at the beautiful night sky above them, but Wilbur’s gaze wandered elsewhere.

He found himself observing the man beside him.

How long had it been since they put aside their petty squabbles and were at peace with one another? And what’s more is that for Wilbur that peace had developed into a sort of fondness, maybe even more than a fondness.

Wilbur’s heart tugged as he stared at the man next to him. His beanie that he never seemed to leave home without was crooked on his head. His long hair was darker than the night sky. His golden wings shone brighter than all the stars in the sky. The more he observed the man before him the more his heart ached. He sucked up his pride and rested his hand upon the shorter man’s hand, an invitation for more.

“Wilbur, have you ever danced with someone?” He asked, still gazing at the sky.

Memories flashed across Wilbur’s vision. He recalled dancing in L’manberg beside the fire with Niki, Tommy, and Fundy while Tubbo and Jack sang a song of freedom. He remembered a spark of joy amidst the sadness in Pogtopia when he and Tommy dragged Techno from his potato farm and danced to their heart's content. He thought in fondness about dancing on the beach in Logsteadshire with Tommy. He realized that dancing had always been a time when he felt alive.

“Wil?”

Wilbur snapped from his pleasant thoughts and looked at Quackity, who was gazing at him expectantly.

“Why? Are you offering me a dance?” He asked with a grin.

“Maybe I am…” He extended a hand out to Wilbur. “Only if you’ll have me.”

Wilbur takes the hand offered to him.

The dance is slow and sweet. Wilbur rests his head on Quackity’s shoulder letting him lead the dance.

Wilbur feels alive.

#tntduo #tntduo fic #wilbur soot #quackity #quackbur #dream smp #i don't know what to tag this #i don't typically write things but I wanted to share this lil drabble #also idk what to title it it kinda stemmed from the image in my pinned sooo #rachel writes #< new tag I guess

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poraphia · 10 months

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"Post-Concert Approval."

wilbur soot x gn!reader 119 words.

♡♡♡

I smirked at the sweat-drenched lead singer trudging his way down the steps. My arms folded with my right shoulder pressed against the nearest wall. Eyes glued on this man still dizzy on his post-performance high. His head tilted up, catching my gaze.

"Did you see me out there, love?" He exhaled eagerly whilst placing his guitar down. Playfully, I rolled my eyes before reaching up, running my fingers into his disgustingly moist hair. Two large hands rest on my hips, squeezing my torso between the space of his thumb and index finger.

"You did fucking amazing." His parted lips, once shaped to assist lungs longing for air, curled into a pretty pink smile with dimples complimenting each corner.

♡♡♡

a/n - first writing on Tumblr yippie

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot oneshots #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #drabble

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b0r3dtod3ath · 6 months

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list a, snowed in with wilbur soot

(hi pooks)

Hiii!! Thank you for the request! Everyone, go checkout @ax-y10's work. It's officially the first request of this year's writing event!

You woke up, your eyes adjusting to the brightness of your room. It was brighter than usual. There was no one in the room with you but the bed still had a comforting warmth on your boyfriend’s side. You turned around to look at the window and saw an unusual amount of snow falling from the sky. You closed you eyes and laid back your head. thump Your moment of bliss was interrupted by a noise downstairs. thump and again and once more. Slipping on your slippers you headed downstairs. You saw Wilbur trying to open the door but it didn’t move. You stood there for a while. A creak escaped from under your feet. You and Wilbur really wanted to buy a house together but all you could afford was a small cottage forty minutes from the city. The house wasn't the best one but you two made it your ideal home. The sound caused him to turn around “Good Morning, honey. I’m afraid we are snowed in.” you started making you way to him, wanting your usual morning hug. “It doesn’t matter, we didn’t plan anything. You know what I mean?” he hummed resting his chin on your head. „Movie marathon” you said as you sprinted to the living room and Wilbur behind you. The day was filled with Christmas movies and hot tea. You only left each other to put more wood into the fireplace. "I hope it's going to be better tomorrow because we might have to stock up on tea".

3 December, 23

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur imagines #wilbur imagine #wilbur soot drabble #writers on tumblr #fan fic writing #writing event

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deejayrockz · 9 months

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PAIRING — dad!wilbur + daughter

SUMMARY — wilburs 3 year old gets ill, and it feels like the end of the world

NOTES — angst technically?? lots of fluff, cuddles, etc. girl dad wilbur. OC named Adelia (from my book, except aged down to 3, and his daughter instead of niece !!) mentions of illness, maybe vomiting, and headaches

EXTRA — sorry dadbur has been in my head for days now, i needed to get some drabbles out 🌷🌷

as adelia woke up, next to wilbur (as she got scared in the middle of the night and asked to cuddle with him) her head had started banging.

"daddy," her voice croaked , as she shook the brunette awake. his eyes stirred open, soon warming as he saw the scared look on your smaller girl.

"what's wrong darling?" he whispered, morning voice slightly deeper and croakier, causing him to slightly clear his throat and sit up.

"head hurts," she whines, laying down, head resting on his lap. he felt the burning hot of her forehead, as he ran a hand through her curls. his face had been twisted with worry, as he looked over to the alarm clock, seeing it was 7am. It had just officially become autumn, meaning it was still dark outside.

"let's go get you some juice, maybe it'll help you feel better," he tapped her shoulder softly, as she whined and sat up.

"daddy carry me?" adelia asked, lifting her arms up, as she stood on the edge of the bed. he smiled fondly, picking her up, and almost sobbing when he felt her head tuck into his neck.

"stay awake for me, dede," he muttered against her curls, kissing her head softly, and lightly rocking her on his hip as they walked to the kitchen. the usually talkative girl, was very quiet while being sat on the kitchen counter, watching her beloved dad pour her a small cup of orange juice.

"take a sip of this for me," he whispered lovingly, keeping his voice low as to not harm the girls head more than it already is. she took slow, almost unnoticeable sips, before placing it back on the counter, glass still almost full.

"do you want to have a little bit more for me?" will questioned, walking up to her and stroking her knee softly.

"no thank you daddy," she whispered, eyes closing softly, as her skin had grown pale, showing off the rosy cheeks that had bloomed earlier that morning.

"okay, we'll bring it with us back to bed," he kissed her cheek, picking her up, and resting her on his hip again.

"we watch movie?" adelia asked, laying her head on his shoulder, holding the sippy cup of juice in her hand.

"we can watch a movie, yeah," he smiled, walking back to his room, and placing her softly on his bed, "what movie do you want to watch?"

"hmm," she thought for a minute, making herself comfortable and watching him turn on the tv, "matilda,"

he wordlessly put on the matilda film, before laying next to her, and placing the tv remote on the bedside table.

"cuddle?" adelia said, her voice still slightly scratchy sounding, as she looked up at will, who was slightly sat against the headboard.

"of course, darling," he smiled softly, feeling the urge to cry as she sat herself on his lap, and cuddled into his chest. his heart had warmed, feeling his special girl cuddled up into his pyjama jumper, wrapping his arms around her.

he was always surprised when she had still wanted to cuddle, as most parents say it's just a stage they grow out of at around a year old, however adelia was always ready for cuddles, and so was he.

"daddy, will i feel better soon?" she asked, lifting her head up slightly, now resting on his shoulder/neck bone.

"yes darling, we'll help you get better, don't worry," he kissed her forehead, feeling it now slightly cooled down. the vitamin C had seemed to work, despite the small amount she had drank.

they two had shared small goodnights and i love yous, as they drifted back to sleep, adelia tucked under wills arm.

he has always believed true love was found in romance films on the tv, he never expected it to be found in the little 3 year old angel wrapped in his arms. he had never truly felt at home, until he got a text telling him he was a father of a baby girl. at first, he panicked, but the minute he saw her dirty blonde curls, he knew she would be the most important thing in his life.

despite her being ill, he tugged her almost impossibly closer, knowing the sore throat he'd get once he woke up would be completely worth it, as long as he got to hold her.

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jackinthebox80085 · 5 months

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What CCs and C!s would feel like if you chewed them. (Chewiest to Crunchiest)

Philza Minecraft - Crispy outer shell, you can crush him on roof of your mouth and he’d crumble like floral foam.

James Marriott - Soft bubblegum, almost disintegrated feel. Makes squelchy noises.

Charlie Slimecicle - Stringy, almost rubbery, like a string cheese mixed with rubber. Peel him. Makes loud squelchy noises.

Quackity - Gooey/you can lick off the outside. Pudding like consistency on the outside, but hard bones inside. (Rolling humerus around in teeth, scraping skin off with two front teeth.)

Wilbur Soot - Rubber/Silicone like outside. Teeth breaking through outer shin skin make satisfying thunk on bone.

Jack Manifold- Nerds mixed in melted marshmallow.

Mumbo Jumbo - Splinters vertically. Thin shavings like wood splinters but crumble like rock candy.

Ethoslab - Snapping crunches with lots of joints. Makes little dying screams. Probably tries to jump out of your mouth.

#I mean this in a not weird way #wilbur soot #philza minecraft #quackity #charlie slimecicle #jack manifold #james marriott #mumbo jumbo #ethoslab #mcyt headcanons #dsmp headcanons #hermitcraft headcanons #drabble

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vixzwrites · 9 months

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ive got wilbur soot brain rot rn. this is partly self indulgence too.

wilbur would definitely have your own little station set up in his office, so if you came to sit in during one of his streams late at night, youre prepared.

he would have your favourite brand of makeup wipes, fluffy socks, even a spare sweater of his incase you got cold. he thinks youre the cutest when you have no makeup on and pouting cause youre sleepy so why not show it off to chat too.

chat would pick up on the random makeup wipes that came out of no where and the sweater that seemed to be pulled from thin air. twitter would have fun with that one.

#wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #qsmp wilbur #wilbur soot drabble #vixzwrites

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the-govern · 4 months

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Crickets chirp out into the open air and it is the first thing Dream senses when he comes to. He groans softly, waking from his slumber. “Wilbur?” He slurs, the other man's name muffled as he sits up. He sniffles, breathing in harshly as he rubs his eyes.

“Wilbur?” He repeats again, clearer this time though still drowsy. Wilbur is sitting near the campfire, out of his sleeping bag. His figure is illuminated by the orange glow of the flames. It sparks and crackles, as alive as when they made it the afternoon before. Dream stares a little longer. “Wil?” He gets up, pulling himself out of his sleeping bag and resists the urge to slip back in to avoid the cold nip of the air.

“Are you okay?” Dream sits next to Wilbur onto the cool sand, feeling the grains stick to his clothes and fingers.

Nothing.

Dream frowns deeply and places a hand onto Wilbur's shoulder. He waits for one heart beat, and then two.

“Do you regret it?” Wilbur finally speaks. His voice is barely louder than the sparks of amber in front of them or the noise of their horses’ hooves when they shuffle to get more comfortable during the nights. Dream makes a face at that– a sort of grimace, but not just quite.

“Regret what?” Dream prompts, pulling his hand away only to lean his body weight onto Wilbur. The other man lets him and takes a deep breath. Letting the desert air soak into his lungs.

“I mean– this, all of this,” he says vaguely. It doesn't really help Dream understand anymore than he already knows. Wilbur catches onto this but doesn't take the time to elaborate further. He's lucky that Dream is one patient man otherwise he would've left a hell of a long time ago.

“Running away?” The blonde takes a random guess in the dark. It's the only thing he can think of. Apparently he seems to manage to shoot the target right in the bullseye because Wilbur nods.

Ah. So this is what this is about. Dream has to ponder for a second, because he hasn't thought much about it, not really. But ends up shrugging. “I dunno, maybe. But I prefer living this life than the one I had before, don't you?” Wilbur shrugs back in response and keeps staring at the fire. Dream stares at it too. The silence is long and drawn out as he waits for the brunette to say something, anything. It has to be about five minutes before he continues.

“I guess,” Wilbur starts, but trails off quickly. Dream nudges him to keep him from going off track. “I miss my family,” he sighs and this time Dream lets out a verbal ‘ah’.

“They were awful to me, I don't know why I miss them all that much, I reckon they're better off without another mouth to feed.”

Dream doesn't know the proper way to comfort Wilbur. He was a man who was all actions, no words. So instead he slips his warm hand into Wilbur's cold one, giving it a firm squeeze.

#dreambur #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #my writing #cowboy au #random drabble i started at 3am #might make something more out of it but im not sssure 100 yet #maybe a slice of life if i do

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kaz-oooo · 11 months

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I think we should all be thankful Ghostbur was created through improv and not something Wilbur sat down and created outside of streaming… because could you imagine !!!!

Ghostbur wakes up, he has vague memories of fire and explosions and swords piercing through his chest. The memories of all the pain and agony he lived with — the pain and agony he subjected his friends and family to — slowly fading away as he climbs out of the wreckage of a place he does not recognise.

And when he reaches the surface he can see familiar faces. Quackity, a long time friend and rival, although ghostbur can’t remember why they ever fought. Fundy, his beloved son, he remembers how they used to sing lullabies together before he sent Fundy off to bed. And Tubbo, the president of L’manberg, the final decision Wilbur had ever made… at least as far as Ghostbur remembers.

With a smile on his face Ghostbur rushes over to greet his friends, tripping over his own feet as he stumbles over rumble and debris.

Tubbo is the first to see him, a million and one different emotions flashing across his face the moment he catches sight of the ghostly figure. Ghostbur only recognises one. He doesn’t understand the rest.

He doesn’t understand why Tubbo seems to cower away in fear. He doesn’t understand why Fundy’s ears are pinned back against his head. He doesn’t understand why Quackity’s grip grows tighter around the hilt of his axe as he threatens to lob Ghostbur’s head from his shoulders if he takes another step forward.

He tries to understand. He asks and begs for some kind of explanation, but apparently he was just meant to understand. “You know what you did” Quackity spits in his face as he waves his arms through the air, gesturing towards the ashen pit in the ground. “I’m not falling for your tricks again!”

There were no tricks. He tries so desperately to defend himself, but nobody will let him speak. Eventually he gives in. He’ll just find somebody else, somebody who’ll listen and understand.

A tear burns as it rolls down his cheek. He has barely left L’manberg’s borders and already he doesn’t remember why he is so sad.

#dsmp #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dsmp au #canon divergence #fanfic #drabble #mcyt #ghostbur typical angst #dsmp fanfic #ghostbur’s so innocent and friendly #I want to watch him break !!!

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basilly · 2 years

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dad ! pt 2 || mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children | pt 1 here!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream: "pattycake is going well"

george: "totally didn't almost drop him"

sapnap: "can't wait to show them the rest of the world"

quackity: "hands full"

karl: "can't wait for one of my own"

wilbur: "showing him how it feels to be tall"

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ax-y10 · 9 months

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Soundcheck

In which- A flirty Wilbur doesn't quite match with a nervous reader

a/n: This is for a writing trade with @lanaxoxoxoxoxox. Sorry if it's shit but I'm currently writing this right before I'm going to help my friends with training for their soccer game

Chapter info: Short... sorry, based off of this, almost kissing, small spaces, pinning against a wall (well, Joe, in this instance), eye contact, flirting, nervousness, friends to lovers?, claustrophobia, swearing, slightly suggestive?, teasing

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Between Wilbur's flirty comments and the rush of losing one of Mark's drumsticks, you weren't having such a great day. Wilbur would not shut up and kept trailing behind you, spewing pick up line after pick up line, "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see," "Wilbur, I swear to- shut the fuck up and help me find Mark's drumstick,"

And Mark wasn't much of a help either, and encouraged the flirtatious remarks, pushing Wilbur towards you and shouting out a pick up line for him to say. At one point during soundcheck, Mark decided to hatch a plan with Wilbur, which you were very unaware of, and surprised you were when you stumbled forward, a hard surface behind you.

"Joe? What the fuck. Is happening? Why the fuck is Wilbur pushing me towards you? Please, tell me something," You begged for an answer. Why were you being caged in? Why was your long-time crush, Wilbur fucking Soot, backing you up against Joe? Was he in on the plan too? Does no one know you hate small spaces?

Getting scared being pushed up against Joe and Wilbur slowly leaning towards you, you were getting nervous, moving your legs up and down and rubbing them against each other in nervousness. Fair enough, it's a tiny space, but you can move and get away, right? Wrong.

Soon enough, Wilbur's long ass arms were right next to your head, his palms pressed flat against Joe's back, and his head tilted to the right, as if leaning in for a kiss. It's stupid, and you know he doesn't like you back, but what if? What if he's liked you as long as you've liked him? What if he's actually leaning in for a kiss? Should I kiss him? Should I tell him to stop? Should I-

And you were both separated by Ash, Wilbur sending you a wink, seeing your tomato red cheeks, and going back to the soundcheck at hand.

He's going to regret that...

#wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #100 follower event #100 followers #event #follower milestone #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot drabble #wilbur fluff

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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year

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I’m not saying 48 with Wilbur but I’m also not not saying 48 with Wilbur....

Your eyes wander the room in search of your tall boyfriend. He's the easiest to spot, coming in at six foot five inches. Just as you turn your head, you see shoulders taller than the rest.

You bound over to him, your short frame practically unseeable from his height and yet he spots you in time regardless. You grin as you wrap your arms around him and press your cheek into his chest, his heartbeat steady in your eardrum.

"Hello love,” he says pulling back to look at you.

You stand on your tip toes as he leans down, practically bending over to press his lips against yours. You smile ridiculously wide, giddy at the thought of your boyfriend.

"Ya know, kissing like that is cruel to both of you," your best friend chimes from behind your entwined figures.

"Oh is it?" Wilbur asks sarcastically.

He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting until your face to face. Your hands come up to cup his cheeks just as he pulls your body flush against his. This time, the kiss lasts longer, enough for your best friend to groan and walk away while you peck Wilburs lips.

#wilbur soot drabble #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n

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greenbeany · 8 months

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"This isn't fair! We did everything right!"

And to Charlie's knowledge, they had.

Nobody had rocked the boat. Tommy hadn't acted childish and got them killed, it wasn't Phil's stubbornness or Ranboo's curiosity. Nobody had done anything stupid. By horror movie law, they should have made it out.

Doors were locked. Nobody went off alone. They rarely argued or took fights they couldn't win. Wilbur spent days worth of sleepless nights up making elaborate plans for the group. And they almost always worked.

But of course if they always worked, Charlie wouldn't be staring down a hoard of zombies.

From their little log cabin (now shaking from strain), he knows they're done for.

Nobody had expected a hoard this big.

"Tom, nobody could have predicted this. I'm sorry." Wilbur is standing behind a table now, desperately trying to scramble together a plan even when he knows the numbers look rough.

"But you said we'd survive!"

"And I thought this would all blow over in a week. That's on me."

"But we're meant to survive! You lied!"

"Tommy." Phil snaps. He's next to Charlie, looking out of the window from the couch in the corner. Tommy and Will are speaking like they have minutes left to scrape together a plan. From Charlie's view, it looks more like seconds.

"It's futile. It's always been fucking futile."

#the sorry boys brainworms overtook me my bad #the sorry boys #wilbur soot #tommy innit #charlie slimecicle #philza #ranboo #his ass was barely in this drabble my bad

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beautifulaestheticsanon · 3 months

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Intro and workshop

Hello, I'm BeautifulAestheticsAnon! You can just call me Aesthetic though. I'm a inspiring story writer and I thought 'why not make my own Tumblr blog?' My inspiration came from Squishycheekanon, please go check her out she makes AMAZING stories!! This workshop will grow as more stuff is made, and a masterlist will eventually get made.

This is a 18+ blog, there is NSFW and slight dark themes.

Who I will write for:

C! Dream

C! Georgenotfound

C! Sapnap

C! Wilbur (all Bur's included)

C! Technoblade

C! Foolish

C! Punz

C! Karl Jacobs

C! Eret

C! Badboyhalo

What I will write:

Degradation

Somnophilia

Darcryphilia

Hair pulling

Spanking

Choking(light)

Daddy/mommy kink

Bondage

Size kink

Praise

Heat/Rut

Breeding

Free use

Overstimulation

Orgasm Denial

What I will not right:

Piss/Shit kink

Knife/Gun kink

Pain kink

Rape

Dubcon

Angst

Hate sex

Please respect these boundaries, but otherwise ask away and have fun!!!!

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chartreuseorigami-fandoms · 1 year

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“How much will your loyalty cost?”

Techno froze at the question and turned around to face Wilbur. He had hoped it was a joke, but Wil’s face was stone cold serious.

“I don’t want your money,” he said evenly.

“What then? Power? Connections? You know my capabilities. Say it and it’s yours.”

Wilbur didn’t even seem upset. This wasn’t the Wilbur who joked around and lived for dramatic entrances and soft strums on the guitar. This was Wilbur at one end of a negotiation he was intent on winning. It was detached, clinical.

It felt like a slap in the face.

“You really don’t know why I’m here, do you?” It came out soft and vulnerable. It was how Techno felt, at least.

Wilbur didn’t reply, just kept that same, intense gaze, as if waiting for Techno to tell him a price.

Technoblade shook his head and allowed the hurt to seep into his voice when he asked, “do you really think I would sell you guys out for some money? That I’d turn so easily—that I’d turn at all?” Then, quieter, “do you really think so little of me?”

#sbi drabble #sbi #sleepy bois inc #twinsduo #technoblade #Wilbur soot #sbi fic

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