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mossrockpog · 2 years

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Post 1:

Technoblade: I came out to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now

Post 2:

A series of texts between Wilbur (revived) and Quackity.

Quackity: I could strangle you

Wilbur: You aren't tall enough

Quackity: You've sunk low enough for me to reach

Post 3:

Tommyinnit: Your 2nd priority should be bringing joyful and loving energy to those around you. your 1st priority should always be committing to the bit

Post 4:

Tommyinnit: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated

Alivebur: Killed without hesitation

Post 5:

Ranboo: it's dumb that stress makes your hair fall out slowly. you should reach a certain level of stress and it should all fall off at once in a heap

Ranboo, but the icon for his post has been changed to a bald version of his skin:

Waiter: enjoy your meal!

Me: you too *becomes instantly bald*

Post 6:

Technoblade, with a picture of Wilbur off to the side: Ran into my seventeen year old brother in the kitchen at 1 am last night and when I asked him what he was doing he just shrugged, said "these are my roaming hours," and walked off strumming vaguely on his guitar

Post 7:

Slimecicle: this hole you put me in, was in ideal depth. thank you :) i wont be climbing out anytime soon!

A star review image with 4 stars filled in is pictured below his review.

Post 8:

Pogtopia Wilbur: like half my personality is just symptoms

/end ID]

#dsmp memes #wilbur soot #wilbur soot dream smp #slimecicle #slimecicle dsmp #technoblade #dream smp technoblade #ranboo #dsmp #dsmp ranboo #tommyinnit #dsmp tommyinnit #tntduo #quackity #dsmp quackity #tumblr moblie app let me post normally challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

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crispber · 8 months

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“One must imagine Sisyphus happy”

Howdy!! found this older sketch from months ago in my camera roll, and figured I should post it :]

Suppose this is an alternative ending for Ghostbur? In case you’re like me and miss him and want KNOW he deserved better

I wasn’t planning on doing anything else with this when I made it but I think I could “remake” it into something proper?

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wom-womp · 2 years

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"My boy is an ugly crier but such a pretty liar"

Hey it's me just wnat to say rebloging really helps<3 so thank you if you did and have a cookie 🍪 🥀

Edit : Uhhh with the new information coming out I don't suport the fucker anymore, all suport goes to Shelby

#wilbur fanart #art #wilbur soot dream smp #dsmp au #modern vamp au #i just think hes neat #digital drawing #i love cats #he cat

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ze-maki-nin · 2 years

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ooo what about wilbur comparing hand sizes with a girl as a way to flirt! i think it'd be a cute drabble!

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn/F?!Reader

A/n: Hope you like it ^^

Event

Wilbur let out a little giggle, his hand resting on yours as he looked at them in aww.

“You’re hands are so small~” He cooed, fingers fitting into the spaces between yours before pulling you closer to him.

“So small and adorable~“

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— LIVING ROOM

summary : you and wilbur can’t afford to buy each other big gifts this year, but you’ll be damned if he goes without.

genre : holiday fluff!!

warnings : none!! happy holidays <3

pairing : wilbur soot x reader

pronouns : none (you/yours)

featuring : wilbur soot, tommyinnit (mentioned), philza (mentioned) (none of them are streamers in this)

word count : 1.8k

note : last fic of 2022!!! thank you guys for making this year so so wonderful! i’ll see you all in 2023, love love love you <3333

The package was on his doorstep when he got home from work, and he picked it up with one hand and pulled his gloves off with the other. He put it on the kitchen table, not thinking much of it. He ordered things online occasionally; it was probably something he’d forgotten about.

He collapsed on his bed, completely exhausted. With the holidays coming up, work had been completely hectic, and all he wanted to do was sleep all weekend. He toed his shoes off and dug into his pocket to find his phone, dialling the most recent contact.

He put you on speaker and placed the phone on his chest so he could sink into his sheets. You picked up almost immediately and he felt the tension start to ease out of his bones.

“Hi, Will,” your voice was soft and he smiled.

“Hello, darling. Sleep well?” It was difficult, when you had first started dating. You’d just be waking up when he got home from work, and when your shift ended he was fast asleep. But you’d managed to wrap your schedules around each other, knowing those few precious hours during the week when you could make time for each other, until the weekend when you were both free.

You hummed in agreement, and he could imagine the adorable way you yawned, tongue out like a cat. “How was work?” you sounded so soft and sleepy he wanted nothing more than to pull you into him and lull you back to sleep.

“Shit,” he chuckled. “I missed you. Was counting down the hours till I could come home to you.”

You awed, and for the next hour you chatted as you got ready for work. It felt like you were there, your voice drifting from beside the stove while he searched for something to eat. He’d need to go grocery shopping soon.

And then, that hour was up, and you were saying goodbye. When you hung up Wilbur was reminded that you weren’t there. He was alone in his shitty apartment, the sound of cars echoing in through the kitchen window that didn’t fully shut all the way.

He found leftover pizza from the night before and didn’t even bother reheating it. Yeah, his job was pretty shit, and his flat didn’t have proper heating but he was happy. He had you, however far away you were, and Tommy and Phil.

He told himself he’d do the dishes after he showered, and he was just about to start when he remembered the box. It wasn’t overly large, but it had a substantial weight to it.

The label was unmistakably your handwriting, and he softened. There was a card inside and he sat down to read it, eyes watering. He knew you struggled with money, you both did. He already had your gift ready, and he felt a wave of guilt at how much yours must have cost.

Will,

I know what you’re thinking. This gift cost me about $50 all up. I made most of it myself. You ARE going to wait until I say you can open open each bit. If you cheat I will be very grumpy.

I love you very much. Can’t wait to talk to you next. Happy holidays, Will.

Wilbur sent you a text saying thank you before he finally turned to the gift. It was a small cabinet, about 20 centimetres tall. Small enough to fit on his kitchen bench without being imposing. You’d painted it yourself, beautiful swirls of blue and peach. Each of the drawers had a number painted on it, from 1 to 25 and he found himself beaming at you.

The first drawer held a feather, clearly fake but soft all the same. There was a note on the inside, and Wilbur felt his heart grow soft. You really had put a lot of effort in to show him how much you loved him.

Now, I didn’t want to risk sending the actual one lest customs officers confiscated it and ruined my plans. Not sure if you remember this, but one time when you were visiting, we were out at the park and a bird landed on your head.

I thought this was hilarious (because it was), but you naturally didn’t see the funny side. That afternoon when we got back to my place, I cut your hair for the first time. In your kerfuffle, a few feathers fell. I grabbed one to remember.

Wilbur ran a hand through his hair and laughed. He needed another hair cut soon. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would get to go see you and you could do it for him. He tucked the feather and the note back in the drawer, before opening the clock app. Only eight hours until you were home and he could call you.

The next three weeks brought a hellish work environment, but more importantly more FaceTimes with you. He’d kept some of your notes in his wallet, sometimes pulling them out during his breaks because he knew you’d be asleep.

You know how in voice memos when you say things the waves make different shapes? This says ‘I love you Wilbur.’ Dunno why, told them to say “you’re a wanker with dumb glasses but they made me that one instead.

I know it’s dumb, but this pen reminded me of you. The ink changes colour every so often and it’s really easy to write with. You’re so vibrant and special, and you’re really good at getting your words out of your head into the world.

I painted this rock to look like a bee because I can’t bee-lieve we’re together. I mean, mostly because of that time I got stung by a bee and you took care of me but also because I can’t bee-lieve it.

When we first started dating, I was terrified I would forget your number before I could memorise it, so I had sticky notes just like this one. Yes, I drew hearts on all of them. I have no shame.

There were serious gifts, like more spray for his glasses, and charms for his keys. Then there were more sentimental ones that represented important dates of favourite memories. And then there were ones like he’d gotten the day earlier.

I found this at a thrift store, and when you open it, it plays ‘That’s what I like’ I figured you could piss off Tommy with it or something.

Wilbur had finished your gift, but he was paranoid it would break while being sent, so you had told him to just show it to you on Christmas when you spoke, and that you could collect it next time you saw each other in person. Ever since last year, when you and Will had both spent far too much money for either of your budgets, you decided that expensive gifts weren’t an option. At least not until you were both out of your financial struggles.

Over the year he had written out one thing he loved about you every day, and put them onto slips of paper and filled a glass jar with them. Some were general things, like “you have really pretty eyes” but some were more specific, like “today you told me a random fact about tropical fish, and now every time I see a fish it’s yet another excuse to think about you.”

So it was Christmas morning, and you both had the morning off. Wilbur had volunteered to take the afternoon shift to get some extra money. He’d FaceTimed you early in the morning, hoping you hadn’t gone to bed. He wanted to open the last drawer with you, but you’d texted him a few days earlier saying if times didn’t work out than to just open it himself. Since he’d be working late, he probably wouldn’t get to talk to you if you didn’t answer. So he sighed, and made his way over to the kitchen to open the final drawer.

Unlike the rest of them, this one had a note on the top rather than the bottom. Read this first, it read, and he unfolded the paper eagerly.

It wasn’t a note, like he’d assumed. Instead it was a screenshot. A screenshot of flight information.

There was a knock at the door.

He brought the paper with him, staring at it for a few moments. It hadn’t quiet registered what it meant until he opened the door and you leapt into his arms.

“You’re here,” He breathed out, closing his eyes.

“I am,” you said. “Did you open it yet? I didn’t know if I came too early but I know you have to work this afternoon.”

“Just in time.” He insisted. “I just opened this,” He brandished the piece of paper and you stepped back.

“So you haven’t seen the rest?” Wilbur shook his head and suddenly you were dragging him back inside his flat.

“Do you have a bag? Did you come here with nothing?” He asked, flustered at the mess his place was in. You didn’t care, and you didn’t answer either, instead just leading him to the cabinet. “How long are you staying?”

“Will, just open the drawer.” You insisted.

He did, and underneath where the note had been, there was a small key. “I don’t understand.”

“When I was here last I got an email about jobs available in Brighton,” you explained, clutching his hand. “I guess my workseeking app must have assumed I moved. Anyway, I applied and they said the position had been filled but a month ago they reached out and said they had an opening. So I took it.”

“So this is-”

“The flat I’m renting.” You nodded. “It’s just temporary, the whole thing was quite rushed. But I’ve been slowly shipping my things over, and I’ll be here for the next six months at least.” His face was blank and you bit your lip. You and Wilbur had been together for nearly four years, but you were worried you’d overstepped by not asking. “Is that okay?”

Wilbur looked at you, tears in his eyes and pulled you into him again. He kissed you, long and hard, until he needed to come back up for air. “Of course that’s okay! Holy shit, you’re actually here.” He kissed you again. “Move in here.”

“What?”

“You said it yourself, you’re looking for something more permanent. Come live here, with me,” he faltered. “If you want to, that is.”

“Of course I do,” You beamed. “Of course!”

Wilbur laughed and embraced you, and the two of you stood there in his living room. In your living room. “Merry Christmas, lovely,” he whispered, not wanting to break the spell.

You giggled up at him. “Happy Christmas, Wilbuh” you mocked his accent.

He chuckled softly. “Hey, you live in the UK too. That means sooner or later everything that comes out of your mouth will be stupid.”

“Wilbur.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“I love you.”

He sighed begrudgingly. “I love you too.”

#mcyt #wilbur soot #🐈 wilby #mcyt wilbur #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot dream smp #wilbur soot x fem!reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot fanfiction

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katyon2020 · 8 months

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‼️‼️TW: Firearms, Smoking and Unlit Explosives ‼️‼️

Burger duo robbing Tubburger again...

Ranboo gets punished for having more than 2 braincells #2

I'm stupidly proud of the second panel...

Dialogue is once again ripped straight from Community because hiding a glock in a cutesy bee backpack is the most accurate way to describe Tubbo's asthetic.

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draventhedemon · 1 year

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I'm gonna write 1 quick fluff

CC! Wilbur X y/n

(I promise the dream thing will be out soon it's just I keep on adding more on to it and it's like ten paragraphs long and I'm not even done with it)

If Y/n and Wilbur had a kid together I guarantee that Wilbur would tell the kid as bedtime stories the origin of L'manburg... Y'know because y'all are demented 😂

It would go like this.

"Tommy then said he would trade his two discs, the most IMPORTANT thing to him and Dream. For L'manburgs Independence" and as you walk in and hear him you join in and begin to go into the Pogtopia war.

"Then Your dad left the crowd and went to a hidden room,". Wilbur remembers his line like it was yesterday and you explain your point of view with fighting Technoblade and his two withers.

"then suddenly Philza, your godfather, joined the game and opened up a whole new can of worms but let's just save that for tomorrow." You say as you kiss Wilbur and your kids foreheads and head off to bed.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp #dsmp x y/n #dsmp #dsmp wilbur #dsmp wilbur soot #wilbur fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur #wilbur x reader #mcyt wilbur #wilbur dream smp #wilbur dsmp #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot dream smp #wilbur lore #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fluff

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cssandraa · 2 years

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Did this because i still like ghostbur

I dont know how to do those stage lighting thingys and too lazy to do smoke. 1 year in limbo m8

#dream smp #mcyt #wilbur soot fanart #wilbur soot #wilbur soot dream smp #ghostbur #ghostbur fanart #wilbur soot ghostbur #lol imagine being in limbo for one year #i miss you sadge #dream smp fanart #dsmp fanart #ghostbur dream smp #ghostbur dsmp #digital art

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mossfaeriee · 2 years

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As much as I’d like to head canon C! Wilbur as trans, he just stenches of disgusting cis man who uses axe body spray instead of showering. Like do Y’know in Incelbur, Revivebur is incelbur but gayer and more pathetic. Like “if duck man get with everyone else, why don’t duck man get with me”. He’s so pathetic and scrunkley and k do hc him as trans (non-binary, they/he/it). This just lives rent free in my head.

#wilbur soot #dsmp #dream smp #cwilbur #cquackbur #tntduo #quackbur #revivebur #quackity #tnt duo #cquackity #ctntduo #dsmp lore #wilbur soot dream smp #it feels like Wilbur when it was younger-#t4t tntduo is real

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ze-maki-nin · 2 years

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hi can i pretty please request wilbur calming down gn!reader after they got raped? if not that's completely okay, just been looking for a comfort fic and thought your writing event would be a good way to request?

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

A/n: Its comforting reader after a panic attack!

Event

"Shh Shh its ok" Wilbur whispered, hugging you close as he rocked the two of you back and forth as you two sat on the floor. "Everythings ok now, Im here now" Burying your head into Wilburs chest, you breathed in and out as you felt his hand rub soothing circles on your back.

Your eyes began to droop as you heard Wilbur sing quietly into your hair before you completely fell asleep, mumbling a quiet 'Thank you' to the male.

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— HOLDING ON

summary : with christmas rapidly approaching, you convince wilbur to step away from his work.

genre : fluff

warnings : wilbur and r celebrate christmas

pairing : c!wilbur x reader, lmanbur x reader

pronouns : none (you/yours)

featuring : c!wilbur soot

request : @zooone begging him to take a break and spend the holidays together. he ends up agreeing and you both go ice skating together! hes a huge klutz and falls over s bunch of times,, claiming that hes fine and he "knows how to" and being all cocky; but you end up holding his hand the entire time while he wobbles across the ice

word count : 0.7k

note : this is a gift for the lovely lovely zone, for @grey-rambles holiday gift swap!! zone, i hope you like it, i’ve never written for lmanbur before so it might be a little wonky but i actually really like this fic

There were eight days left of the year, and Wilbur was apparently determined to spend each and every one of them working. You knew how busy he was, you knew how important his work was and you knew how many people were counting on him. But Christmas was rapidly approaching, and you’d scarcely seen him in the past few months save for meal times (even those he sometimes spent in his study).

You’d hovered outside his office for nearly an hour, busying yourself with dusting and aimlessly rearranging your little trinkets before you knocked. You knew Wilbur was stressed, and there was a very real possibility that he would grow irritated with you for disturbing him. But you also knew that Wilbur loved you.

His office was dark except for the low flickering light of a lamp on his desk. Wilbur’s hair hung in his face, in desperate need of a trim. His clothes were wrinkled and his eyes tired as he turned to you. “Yes?”

That first word always told you how he was feeling. When accompanied by a pet name - yes, darling? - work was light and breaks were frequent. But this time, strained and breathy, made you soften at his state. “Okay, hear me out before you object. I know that everything you do is vital, and important for our country. I know lots of people depend on you, and I know you are doing a wonderful job at making them happy. The best you can. But there are two days until Christmas, and, my love, you are withering. Please. If not for yourself then for for me. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Allow yourself a moment to breath,”

There was a moment of silence, before Wilbur slumped, running a hand over his face and leaving it in his curls. “Okay. Alright,”

There was a beat of silence. You had expected more resistance, and fumbled with your next words. “Alright! Okay, uh. Yes. Great,”

Wilbur let out a puff of air as he smiled at your giddiness, and the next morning you found yourself lacing up ice skates. “Look, darling they have things you can hold while you balance,”

He smirked gently as he stood, holding out a hand. Wilbur laced his fingers through yours as he helped you stand shakily on your ice skates. “No need,” he pulled you onto the ice. “I know how to do it.”

He was going backwards, slowly and surely leading you. There were loads of people on the ice - it was a fairly warm day. You giggled as he narrowly dodged a child with much better form than your partner.

“Did you just buy this?” you asked innocently, using your free hand to gesture to his torso. He looked down for a moment then back at you, humming in question. “This body. Looks like you don’t know how to use it.”

“Oh, shut up,” he was beaming at you though, smile so bright it felt like it was reflecting off the ice and spreading through your fingerprints and into your chest. He laughed and it caused him to wobble, grabbing onto the side.

“Are you sure you know how to do this?” His hand was gripping the rail so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn white. He nodded, smile slapped across his face. Some of his hair was sticking out of his hat and you tugged it affectionately.

“Of course,” he emphases by pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your temple. You pressed your forehead to his shoulder and let your hand slowly drift over the rail, taking his gently and lacing your fingers together.

“Cause you looked a little like a baby deer.” He pretended to be offended until you squeezed his hands. “Thank you for coming here today.”

His eyes softened, and he squeezed you back. “Thank you for asking me,” He pulled you close and buried his nose in the space above your ear. “Happy Christmas, lovely,”

“Hey, look at you!” you said brightly. He wasn’t shaking or wobbling anymore and you smiled even wider if that was possible. “You’ve got it. You don’t need the rail anymore,”

“Why do you think I’m holding onto you so tightly?”

#mcyt #wilbur soot #🐈 wilby #mcyt wilbur #c!wilbur #lmanbur x reader #dream smp #wilbur soot dsmp #wilbur soot dream smp #wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur soot x reader #lmanberg! wilbur #Grey’s Holiday Exchange 2022

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