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pheliiaa · 3 months

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the best in my eyes. ✐

✐ - stay in painting date with wilbur !

note - for @ax-y10 !! uhhhh painter!reader x wilbur! (this was accidentally posted, actually. but like I reread it dw 😭👍) dividers by @cafekitsune !

warnings - petnames, kissing, swearing

taglist ! - @phxntomsdusk, @ax-y10

| use of 'you'/'yours' ! |

“darling, do you think this is a good idea?" wilbur asks with an unsure but excited expression on his face, gripping a paintbrush as well as a palette in his hands. “I can't paint, it'll look so bad, lovely.” he chuckles.

"yes, wil. i'm sure, love." you nodded, setting a few of your sets of paint on the table between the two of you as you placed a canvas on your frame.

“draw anything, even if it looks messy, I'll love it either way.” you smiled, sitting on the stool you dragged on the way here.

you picked up a paintbrush and a palette, taking a few tubes of the paint and squeezing a few onto the palette. you thought of something you could paint before staring at wilbur's focused face as he leant closer to the canvas and used his paintbrush to make a few light strokes on the canvas.

you didn't realize it at first but you had been staring for quite a bit. you looked back at your blank canvas, deciding you would be drawing the man in front of you.

from time to time, wilbur would crack a joke or two, using his witty sense of humor to create a lighthearted and enjoyable atmosphere between the two you. the jokes he would make effortlessly broke the tension, making you laugh and bring a genuine smile to your face.

after thirty minutes or maybe an hour, you both were done and would be showing one another the paintings you both made for each other.

“mine looks like shit.” wilbur spoke while laughing softly, looking at the painting that he had made in his hands.

“remember, wil. I said I'd love it either way.” you chuckled, “so who's gonna go first?” you asked, gripping your yet to be dried painting.

“you can go first, lovely.” wilbur murmured as he kept his eyes on his artwork, feeling a tiny bit anxious about how you would react about it.

you muttered a small ‘okay’ before turning your painting around, showing wilbur the drawing you had made of him.

he let out a small and quiet gasp, smiling brightly as he saw the painting of him you painted. he softly took it in his hands before he spoke, “this is amazing, darling.” he chuckled, leaning towards you and kissing your cheek. "I'm gonna frame this or something."

“can I see yours?” you asked him, looking at his caramel colored eyes as you giggled with flushed cheeks.

“oh- uh, yeah. here.” he turned his own painting around, showing his artwork of you. "I know it isn't great.."

many would think it was too messy, but to you, it was perfect. "it's amazing, wil. I love you so much." you smiled, looking at his artwork with heart eyes as you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

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ghostly-groves · 7 months

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What the everloving fuck do you mean by “the Wilbur Soot finale was one year ago.” No it wasn’t. It was not. It was a couple weeks ago, right? …right?

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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"An eye for an eye"

Wilbur x male! Reader

Tw: blood, shouting swearing and gore, read at your own risk.

You had known Wilbur since before you could remember, you were there for him he was there for you.

One day Wilbur came to you with the idea to build a drug empire, you said sure and went on your merry way with him to look for recruits.

A few days later and you had done it, you had recruits, a van and everything else you could need what neither of you expected was for that little drug van to become a whole country

And so while everything progressed you stayed by Wilbur and became his right hand man in everything.

You were always there for him.

You thought he would always be there for you too.

Well, you were wrong.

"Wilbur?" you asked him with a sharp tone in your voice but fear was also very noticible

He had just lost the election and was banished from the country along with you and Tommy.

Tommy had gone god knows where, poor kids probably lost but you were more worried about yourself in the moment.

Wilbur was looking down holding his arm since it was bleeding, he was angry.

"how could you let it happen?" asked Wilbur averting his stare at you instead of the floor, his eyes showing no emotion.

"what?" you asked, what did he mean by that? You had done nothing wrong, had you?

"how could you let me loose?" asked Wilbur his eyes staying the same but his tone was sharper and filled with rage, betrayal almost.

"what? Wilbur what are you talking about?" you had done nothing, you did what you could, it wasn't your fault he didn't win!

"you said you would guarantee we would win, that we would stay at the top, that there was nothing to worry about." said Wilbur venom dripping in his voice, he was really mad

"yeah I did, and I did try my best Wilbur, I got almost everyone to vote for us, how can you blame me for Schlatts and Quackitys desicion? It wasn't my fault you know?!" you said, anger lacing your words you weren't just gonna let Wilbur walk all over you and blame you for something that was in no way whatsoever in your control, that's just absurd!

"you promised me, and I don't appreciate liars." His voice was cold and deadly, even with the monotone tone of voice he used you couldn't help but feel threatened, who wouldn't if you had to look at a dangerous, powerful, man in the eyes who showed nothing, leaving his actions or intentions a complete mystery to someone who was stuck in your current position.

You stayed silent as Wilbur took a step closer too you. He opened a small leather bag he carried on his belt, his hand going slower in your mind the complete opposite of what's happening in real life.

He dragged out a black and gold fountain pen, he slowly removed the cap making a clinging sound once it hit the rock floor you were both standing on.

You only stared at him, unable to move as if your body was no longer connected to your brain and didn't listen to it's commands, the person you saw before you wasn't your best friend, the man you had joked and stayed side by side with all these years wasn't the same as the one standing before you.

He took a look at the pen and then at you, something going through his mind that you couldn't even start of thinking to figure out.

All of his thought, intentions, moves, were all a mystery, you couldn't read him as well you could just an hour ago, and it scared you but your body still refuses to run or try to talk him out of whatever he was thinking of.

"Such a shame, this was my favorite pen." He spoke but before you could even register or understand his words your left eye felt a giant unbearable pain.

You screamed out and your body moved backwards without you telling it too as you held your eye, tears threatening to spill as blood came pouring out like a waterfall, the pen stuck in the middle of your now blind eye bringing waves and waves of pain shooting through your body like crazy as your blood decorated it's beautiful shape and structure.

The gold and black shining in the fire's light as Wilbur stared at your injured form, he knelt down and picked up the pen's cap, slowly making his way towards your tensed and trembling form.

Your knees had buckled in pain and you were looking at the ground through gritted teeth and sharp breaths as you tried to overcome the pain.

You heard footsteps and looked up, as you were almost falling on the floor, at the other man who was standing once again in front of you, that same blank less look on his face.

He reached out and you thought he was going to help you, instead he just gripped the pen and pulled it out, your eye going with it.

You screamed in pain and knelt completely on the floor, tears starting to spill and join your blood on the ground as your breaths only become long, deep, ones, the pain you were feeling was worse than any other you've could've ever or have felt.

Wilbur looked at what remained of your eye on the pen and took it off with a disgusted look, he closed the pen with a slight 'click!' and stared at the crimson liquid staining it's form.

He stared at it in disgust and threw it at your vulnerable figure still lying on the ground, as it rolled onto the floor and into the puddle of your tears and blood only becoming bigger and bigger by the second.

"here, keep it, you already ruined it." He practically spat out as he looked at you, you slowly looked up at him and saw him walking away leaving you in the floor discarded.

Your eyes became heavy and your blood wouldn't stop falling you removed your hand from your eye and fainted as your l'manburg uniform stained itself on the mess below you.

'M/n L/n was slained by Wilbur Soot

Two lives remaining'

You slowly woke up as your eye was blinded by the bright shine of the lights, you sat up and noticed you were on a bed in a, cave or, ravine?, You couldn't really tell, you looked down at your form and noticed you were changed into your normal clothes instead of the l'manburg uniform, which you assumed was ruined because of the...fight...you had with Wilbur, if you could call it that.

You simply stared at the wall Infront of you, half of your vision cut in half, this was going to take a lot of getting used to and if you were being honest, you didn't want to, you wanted your old vision and eye back, you wanted to be normal once more but what happened happened, there's no point in crying over it.

You heard someone coming in and looked at the new duo who now stared at you shocked.

"Y/n! Your alive you son of a bitch! You worried me!." Spoke the blonde kid you knew as tommy as he ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, a smile on his features and exciment in his voice, his hug firm but gentle.

You let the boy hug you as you caught a glimpse of his gold hair just outside your outer vision, you hugged him back and closed your eyes shut not wanting to remember how you got into this position the first place.

The boy pulled away and smiled at you rambling on about something but you could only concentrate on the pink haired killer still in the doorway, looking rather bored as if waiting for the kid to calm down or just wanting to go home.

He met your gaze and glared, his eyes shining red, you only continued staring, you weren't scared, why should you be? He would never kill you even if he says he will, he won't, you mean to much to his little brother to do so.

Tommy stopped mid sentence and saw your guys' staring contense, he dead panned and started to be obnoxious to get your guys attention.

Techno covered his ears because of the volume erupting from his brother as you sighed and leaned back into the comfortable bed and closed your eye, everything going black as the arguing of the two brothers became background noise.

You woke up and stared at your ceiling back in your house, it's been more than a year since pogtopia and you had already grown used to your limited vision.

It's a given that everything has changed, Wilbur died, l'manburg was destroyed, Dream got locked in the prison, a new guy joining his name was Ranboo, at least you think it was.

You couldn't care less, ever since Wilbur died you stopped caring, the only reason you stook around was for Wilbur and now he was dead and in the form of a, rather annoying, ghost, after his death you stopped caring, you couldn't leave the dsmp so you just, gave up.

But Wilbur did seem to like you in his ghost form, of course he didn't have any negative thoughts so he didn't know your injury was caused by him so when you told him, he apologized for a day straight and gave you a lot of blue but it did make him back off a little, so hey, a win in your book.

But you hadn't seen the ghostly form of your former friend for a while and that did make you curious.

You heard a slight 'ping!' from your side and looked at a message sent by tommy, the poor kid went through hell your surprised he's still standing.

'Y/n, meet me at sunset on the l'manburg ruins, I have someone you need to see.' the message sent by the blonde seemed important even with the lack of words that were written down.

You replied with an 'ok' and got ready for your day, putting away your sword and other weapons in your chest, a certain pen that has stuck with you over the years tucked away in your belt.

The day progressed without a single problem and soon enough it was sunset.

You made your way through the path you made, observing the once beautiful city now only be ruins in front of you

You walked and walked, on the glass, hovering over a giant fall if broken

You saw the figure of the kid you came here too see, he saw you and waved at you, you gave a tired smile back raising your hand as to greet him back.

"Y/n! Look who came back!" Said the blonde happily and clearly cheered up, you looked at his side and saw the man you'd never thought you'd see again

The world seemed to slow down and everything just, paused, eyes widened in shock as a taunting smile caressed the dead mans features, his eyes blood red and a large patch of dead skin on the side of his face as though it had been sewed on like a patch on broken clothes and patches.

A long coat following his deathly quiet steps and red lense glasses matching the color of his eyes, you thought he died, you though you were finally free of the menace who took your eye and best feature of yourself as well as the most useful one.

You couldn't believe your eye and ears as that devil voice crawled it's way into your brain and thoughts

"Hello y/n, long time no see, but I'm guessing that's more accurate to you, no?" Spoke the voice of the man, taunting you and clearly speaking about the fatal injury he caused you.

The way he spoke like he was so high and mighty, how he was proud of putting you through hours of suffering, how he was able to hurt the man who never once left his side and still have pride in it as if it wasn't sinful and repulsive of him.

Everything about him angered you and rage boiled in your veins and blood, as you shut your first closed, nails digging deep in your palms as blood started seeping out

Wilbur glanced at your hand and saw the blood slowly seeping out as it made a slight 'click!' sound when it hit the glass floor

He smiled and made eye contact with you, you acted faster than his brain could process and felt an excruciating pain emit from his eye.

He grabbed it in hopes to stop the bleeding as tears fell from his non injured eye.

Tommy was screaming at you but he could barley hear it because of his head pounding like crazy, his teeth were gritted and his tears were falling as you made your way to him.

He looked at up at you, his cocky facade disappearing as his tears decorated his gorgeous face, you smiled down at him as his blood decorated the pen just like yours did all those years ago.

You kneeled down and took the pen out, his eye following suit, he yelled in pain and fell completely now leaning on your shoulder for any type of support.

Tommy just looked at the scene in shock as you threw what remained of the eye following in his footsteps from all those years ago.

Except you didn't leave him stranded, you put the pen away and hugged him as he sobbed from the pain in your shoulder

Blood slowly staining your clothes, creating a beautiful crimson trace as his sobs were covered by your shoulder

You took a bandage and lifted his chin as he looked at you, you smiled at him, intoxicatingly sweet.

"An eye for an eye"

You said as more tears fell from the man and you put the bandages over the side of his face now missing an eye.

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fxshbonezz · 7 months

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Art dump!

Making icon/headshot commission examples so lookout for when they come out

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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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prasiddhibirb · 2 years

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Random Wilbur soot x gn!reader hcs

Authors note: this was just in my head for a while now and I just wanted to write it. I understand that it’s pretty standard but it’s my first time writing for him sooo gotta start somewhere! Loved writing for him ♥️ Warnings: none just fluff ^^

Word count: 471 words Pronouns: gender neutral!

You would get invited from time to time by Wilbur to lovely little cafe dates!

Invites you to his rehearsals

His inspiration for his songs mostly comes from you

Loves to just be with you and spend quality time with each other while talking about random subjects

Definitely has ranted about him eating sand and how the sand would go “crunch crunch”

He will stream with you and introduce you to chat as his significant other (with your consent)

Loves holding you in general <3

When cuddling, he will be the big spoon unless you want to the big spoon

I can imagine a scenario where Wilbur is just laying on your laps/next to you and him fiddling with a trinket Tommy left in his office while you either continue looking at your phone or play with his hair.

“Will, what is that?” You asked, referring to the trinket Will has in his hands.

“Oh it’s some kind of weird thing Tommy left on my desk in the office while he was leaving, he probably forgot it.” He responded.

“Oh, I see.”

When you two go shopping together, if he sees you staring at a specific thing for a very long time, he’ll buy it and then you’d be like: heihhhhhh I just wanted to read what the description was/quality/(whatever other excuse), not buy it!

I can envision him liking hugs/initiating hugs from behind like for example, you just finished washing the dishes when you suddenly feel a warm energy from behind and you realize that Will has his hands wrapped around you tightly.

When he’s bored, he is a menace. At least he has you to bring him back down to reality! Unless you guys both want to be a menace together, that’s fine too!

You and Wilbur are just having a romantic moment while streaming and then chat just goes: AWWWWW / SOO CUTEEE<3333 / CLIP IT CLIP IT CLIP IT

Sometimes he’ll just go “boop” while touching your nose while saying it in his baby voice

Forehead kisses, kisses on the cheeks, kisses the lips, kisses on your nose, kisses down your neck, k i s s

You sometimes participate in Will’s experiments (if you have the time) and whenever it’s your turn/you, he’ll try and make and excuse for you to not die but whenever that doesn’t work, he’ll be sad that he’ll have to kill you and you’ll be gone from the experiment.

If you don’t mind animals, he’ll probably get a pet cat with you since he’s always loved them and wanted one

You have to constantly remind him and tell him that he is not worthless and insignificant as he always tends worry about that.

Will deeply desires a very close and loyal bond, specifically with you and always wants to strengthen this bond.

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