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peace out

not sure what else to say except it sucks that my favorite cc turned out to be a piece of shit abuser. I had fun writing my silly little fics, but I’ve kinda felt done for a while, and this is just the final nail in the coffin for me.

I might take all of this down eventually, but for now it’ll stay. I put work into this, even if it was all inspired by a shitty person.

thank you to everyone who read my stuff in the short time I was here. it was a fun time, even if it wasn’t a long one. I doubt hardly anyone will see this, but please take care of yourselves. don’t idolize content creators online, and don’t try to excuse the actions of people you don’t know

bye everyone :) take care

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serious post about wilbursprincess

To make a long story short:

A friend of mine tipped me off that they had been in wilbursprincess’s discord server and realized that there were minors in the discord, despite the fact that princess often writes smut AND there were sexual topics regularly discussed on the server—discussions that minors were included in. Obviously, they left when they learned this, but they managed to gather some evidence first.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE do not harass any of the minors in this post. They should not be doing this, and it is not acceptable behavior, but I firmly believe that adults have more responsibility when it comes to setting boundaries.

Evidence below the cut:

1. Who is wilbursprincess?

wilbursprincess is a writer who writes fics based on Wilbur’s various bursonas. Right in this screenshot, you can see that she writes smut. That isn’t all she writes, but that is the most relevant piece of information here.

2. Ice cube anon 🧊

One of the anons on princess’s blog is known as 🧊 anon. You can see them interacting in this screenshot:

Notice the wording here—clearly talking about smut. Not a big deal, right?

Wrong. Here’s evidence that this person is a minor:

They even say in their introduction that they’ll leave if them being a minor is uncomfortable, but clearly, princess condones their behavior, considering their interactions on her blog. Here is another example of princess involving them in NSFW stuff:

So yeah. As an adult, it is princess’s responsibility to block minors and not involve them in sexual conversations. She DEFINITELY should not be actively talking about smut with this person.

3. Evidence of NSFW conversations on the discord

Now that we’ve established that princess has interacted with minors discussing NSFW topics, let’s look at what they’re talking about on discord.

This person actively admits to being a minor who reads smut. Princess replies right after and seems completely unfazed by this.

Further evidence that this person is a minor—here is their bio and their carrd:

Some more evidence of NSFW—see below where princess tags @/everyone in her new work, which—surprise!—is smut:

Andddd more evidence of minors (note the “minor inconvenience):

TO CONCLUDE:

Once again, I don’t condone harassing minors. It is the adult’s responsibility to block minors who attempt to interact with NSFW content. This is why I (and any responsible person posting smut) specifically tell minors not to interact and make it clear that they will be blocked if they do. That is the responsible thing to do. Not to mention that discussing sexual topics with minors can come with legal repercussions.

I fully expect to get shit for this from princess and her “fans.” My overall message is this: if you are on the server, GET OUT. I am sure that some on the server (like the person who tipped me off about this) are unaware that this is an issue. Not everyone keeps up with discord 24/7. But please, if you have read this far, leave. It is inappropriate, and the people doing this should know better.

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ok idk why but to me showering together is in top ten most romantic things you can possibly do

this is fantastic and I am losing my mind over it

Already have a request

Can you do Wilbur x reader with light shower pls???? thank yew

(can I be 🫀 Anon??)

Yes ofc you can! Also I had fun with this and I hope this is what you meant!

The water ran down both of you as you stood facing each other. Smiling, you gently cupped his face as the water ran down it, his hair not helping as it fell in front of his eyes. His hands carefully made their way down to your waist, hesitant so you could stop him if you didn’t want it. But no hands pulled his away and no words came out and made him freeze.

With wide eyes that told him everything, he placed his forehead on yours and closed his eyes as the warm water ran over you too, soothing the tension out of both of your bodies and letting both of you relax in the presence of each other. It wasn’t your first time showering together but- somehow every time you both ended up acting like two awkward teens who didn’t know how to interact properly with each other. You both joked about it, but you both knew it was because of how much respect and love you held for the other and not wanting to cross anything. And that was more than enough just let yourselves go.

Running your hands through Wil’s hair, yet to be washed, you rubbed his head as he hummed in delight with a smile.

“Can I wash your hair?”

The question caught him off guard. You wanted to wash his hair? You looked at him like it was the most important task you could do. You wanted to do it. His eye softened from their wide eyed stature moments ago.

“Yeah. You can.” He said softly as he softly turned his head and grabbed his bottle of hair soap and handed it to you.

With a smile you took it and opened the cap as you gathered a bit on your palm. Handing it back to him, you rubbed your hands together as he placed the bottle back in its rightful place. Turning back to you, he looked at you as you took your hands apart and looked up at him expectantly.

“Can you lean down?” You asked softly as you saw his eyes widen, quickly realizing that you needed to reach his hair to be able to wash it. Crouching down, his hair was in reach as you gently placed your hands in his hair, carefully putting the product in, having watch him do this many times with mousse or hair gel.

Wil’s hums and quiet purrs of appreciation were hard to kiss as he leant into your hands and placed his forehead on your shoulder. He wrapped his arms back around your waist and rested himself there.

A couple seconds later, you took your hands out of his hair as he whined from the lose of contact, and washed your hands off.

“Time to wash it out.” You said in a whisper as he shook his head in retaliation.

“Wanna stay.” He said as he held onto you tighter.

“Just for a bit longer, then you need to wash it out.”

“Deal.” He said as he let himself go slightly limp. He lightly kissed your shoulder and neck when you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling his face into your neck as he did. “I love you. And thank you.”

“Of course love, any day. And I love you too.” Ylu said as you rubbed the back of his head a bit, not enough to get rid of the product but enough for him to be content.

“…. Can you wash it out?”

“Come here you big baby.”

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omg I might have to write a fic where reader and wilma take their kid to an aquarium (if you’re cool with me using the idea ofc)

i think i have mentioned this before on your blog but i cannot stop thinking about wilma as a mom…

i blame baby fever. she would just be so sweet and so good at it!!

Omg you have!!! Bro- her as a mom is so- AHHHH

she would get her baby so many toys and outfits that would secretly match with hers, maybe even one of the coloring stands those kids have now? I forgot what they are but yeah!

Definitely does hand prints. Like baby hand print, mama and your hand print- I will cry

When the baby’s a toddler she takes them out to the aquarium or maybe even a museum. Wants to explain everything to them.

Spoils the baby with snacks and drinks oml-

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idk if anyone will see this, but if you do, there might not be fics for a while. i’m working on it, but my mental health is absolutely abysmal. i’ll still be on here, but probably not posting.

might do a self-indulgent comfort fic

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any poetry enjoyers in these parts?

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Now all I want is you.

notes; are we surprised?? I loved writing this- and I have 5 more coming for y’all so be ready for some softball Wilma fics! (And some painter Wilma fics too, promise)

warnings; tooth rotting fluff omg! , nose kisses, Wilma being adorable in the morning, kissing, awkward conversations??, pet names, Wilma panics a bit, just over all cuteness and if I missed anything, please tell me!

edited; yes! By lovely @saccharinesunset ! Y’all should go follow them, they’re pretty cool!

wc; 1.7k

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

This lovely character was created by @phxntomsdusk and they have a pretty awesome series they’re writing about her here! So if you like this, it’s all inspired by that!

Enjoy!

It was way too early to be awake, the sun from the sheer, tan curtains peeking through and saying hello and good morning as you groaned and turned your head away from the harsh sun’s rays of light. As you shifted your body away from the sun, the pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulled you tighter against the body that the arms belonged to.

Smiling, you slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the newly lit room. Your gaze went to the sleeping girl who was lying on top of you, holding you like you’d leave at any moment, yet so gently that you almost believed you were a fragile piece of art that she created.

You gently placed a hand in her hair, moving the hair that fell on her face to look at her as you ran your fingers through her hair. You smiled down at her; her mouth was slightly open, small snores coming out as her head was pressed to your chest. She looked precious and calm. You didn’t want anything to happen but for her to stay here with you in this moment, looking as calm and at peace as she did right now.

Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, you felt her body shift and felt her nuzzle into you more. Her nose scrunched up as your hair tickled her face, making you giggle at her cute expression. Hearing her groan and sigh, you rubbed her head again, smiling down at her as she moved up and hid her face in your neck.

“Good morning to you too, baby,” you said as she whined and moved the blanket up to encase her whole body, only leaving your head exposed.

“No talking, more sleep.” Her voice was raspy and full of sleep, arms wrapping around you even tighter as her legs stayed tangled in yours.

Laughing, you pulled the blanket off and moved your head so her face was visible for you again. Wilma realized she wouldn’t win this battle to stay asleep any time soon, so she opened her eyes slowly, making sure to blink away the sleep as much as she could before her vision cut to see you smiling at her. Smiling back, she placed a kiss on your lips before you pushed her back slightly and shook your head.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth ye—”

“Shhh, I don’t care…” Wilma cut you off as she slowly leaned back down and placed another kiss on your lips, one that was much longer and full of so much love and warmth. Gently putting her weight on her left forearm, she placed her right hand on your cheek as she shifted up the bed so her head was in line with yours, making the moment a bit more comfortable for you both.

It was slow, nothing more than pure adoration and love during the moment, the two of you only wanting to be with each other and never leave the other’s embrace. Who cares about softball and art and school when Wilma could spend all day looking at you and talking with you? Yes, she loved softball, but she started loving you more a long time ago. You were a walking, living, breathing piece of art as it was, so technically, she could stare at you for hours on end and learn as much from it as she could from any other piece of art, maybe even more. She didn’t really like school, so that was a bonus for her either way. She just wanted you and you only. And you wanted her just as much.

As you pulled away, eyes meeting her own chocolate-brown eyes, a smile formed on your mouth as you remembered why this morning was so important and why this sleepover even happened. Well, part of the reason.

As you reached your arm back, Wilma looked at you with confusion. Yet her own smile took shape as you grabbed your phone and looked at the time.

8:45.

You showed her the screen and laughed, as she still had furrowed eyebrows and let out a confused giggle.

“What?” She asked as she took your phone away and looked in your eyes again as your laughing came down a bit.

“You actually forgot! Maybe I am a bad influence on you….”

“Forgot what? You better tell me!”

“You have practice in 15 minutes, star player,” you said as your words registered in Wilma’s head and her eyes looked like they would pop out of her sockets at any time. She quickly hopped off of you as she scrambled to her dresser, getting her pants and belt out as well as a random shirt and socks.

“Shit, okay! I wouldn’t say you're a bad influence, more of a distraction from how beautiful you are“---a kiss—“And yet again, that isn’t your fault. More of mine for getting caught up, but I’m not mad!”---and another one. “Are you gonna get ready?”

Wilma kept coming back over to kiss you while getting ready, almost tripping and falling on her face from her pacing everywhere all at once. Giggling, you quickly got up and grabbed her shoulders as she did her belt and looked up at you with raised eyebrows, her chest going up and down unevenly.

“Breathe.” You said as she took a deep breath with you and nodded, finally settling down into a comfortable stance. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to get ready. You get dressed and then I’ll braid your hair quickly. It won’t hurt you being late just once. Plus, my mom knows I spent the night and how we’re both not morning people; she’ll understand. I promise,” you told her as you kissed her cheek. She finished putting on her belt and hummed in understanding. You went to your bag and grabbed the pair of leggings you brought with you, but didn’t grab the shirt, as you had an idea.

You went to her dresser and opened up her shirt drawer, going all the way to the left and finding that one baby blue shirt of hers, the one with her number on the back that was slightly cracked from the wash, with the team name on the front. You had designed them a couple years ago for the team to have, making them and having your mom hand them out to them without them knowing it was all you. Let’s just say Wilma was the only one that ever really knew, and she never let you live it down. You slid it onto your body, the shirt falling big like most of her shirts did, and put on socks and sneakers before making your way to the bathroom where Wilma waited.

As she looked up at you through the mirror, she smiled at you as she saw the shirt. She always thought you looked best in her clothes, made them look better than she did. But she loved it—always loved when you wore it out in public or one of her old jerseys to the games and sat in the dugout with your mom, cheering her on. She appreciated it and loved it so much.

She turned around, quickly wrapping her arms around your waist as she leant down and kissed you gently before pulling back and looking at the shirt. “You look good, baby.”

You smiled up at her as you caressed her jawline. “Thank you, my love. Now let’s get this hair braided so we can leave!”

After braiding Wilma’s hair, you both went downstairs, greeting her mom and Wilbur as you filled her water and she made sure she had everything she needed. And just as soon as you greeted them both, you said your farewells, knowing for a fact you would probably be seeing them again sooner rather than later.

Hopping in Wilma’s truck, she quickly put her practice playlist on, which was filled with country and folk music, just something to get her in the mood to play her best. As if she ever had a bad day. At least, you never thought she did. It was different for her, obviously.

Both of you sang the lyrics, windows rolled down, letting the slightly warm air into the car as Wilma held your hand on the center console and smiled at you every once in a while.

As you both finally made it to the field, seeing the girls just throwing to each other, Wilma asked you for the time as she got her bag.

“9:10! Not bad for not speeding!” you joked as she scoffed and took her water from you.

“Oh shush! I don’t speed.”

“Oh really? Remember that one movie night we had? When there were only a couple more stocks of those balls you really like? Oh! Or when I—“

“Okay! I get it! I speed…sometimes,” Wilma said as you both went into the dugout and set your stuff down, Wilma getting her shoes on, asking you to tie them for you claiming she needed to save her hands for pitching, which got an eye roll and a smile from you.

“Nice for you to join us!” your mom called out with a smile as you both walked out, Wilma quickly apologizing before going with the rest of the girls. You walked up to your mom, putting your hat on, as the sun started to shine brighter in the sky as the morning hours went on. “Have fun?”

“Please don’t be mad at her,” you said as you looked at her with a serious expression. “We both overslept and didn’t realize the time—“

“Honey. I don’t care. I was your age once too! Having fun and being young and in love! Just don’t do anything ba—“

“I’m walking away! We’re not having this conversation right now,” you said as you covered your ears and walked back to the dugout, grabbing a glove.

“We’ll talk about it later, fine. But I’m not mad, I’m just happy you both are here. I get it. Now I need your help with some stuff—“

You drowned your mom out as you had quick eye contact with Wilma, her sending you a smile as she turned back to her teammate she was throwing with, leaving you a giddy, blushing mess.

Jesus, she was going to be the death of you.

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lillyyyyy you never fucking miss!!

Be my (be my baby)

notes; hey! So this is long over due- was supposed to be part of Halloween but never got to it. Also this fic is a bit fucked up but, recently I’ve been doing research over horror movies and how they’re created and written. I’ve also done some analyzation over serial killers and criminals in college so I used all my knowledge to write this and- I hope you like it! And I know there is some plot holes and details missed, if people like this I’ll do another fic like this, it was super fun to write and yeah! Yes this is very inspired by Carrie and scream. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!!! If it’s not for you, don’t read it.

warnings; DEAD DOVE: do not eat!, murder, massacre?, blood, bleeding out, choking on blood, insanity, feeling good about killing someone, Simpbur low key manipulates reader a bit, someone tied up, reader stabs someone but doesn’t kill anyone, simp kills a shit ton of people, simp and you go insane at the end ngl, kissing, cheating?, bets, trying to sleep with someone, suggestive, and if I missed anything please tell me! This fic is already fucked up as it is so please tell me!

ALSO!!! I suggest 16+ for this! But I don’t control what you guys read so read with caution. And please for god sake, READ THE WARNINGS!

wc; 2.5k

who; Simpbur x reader

edited: yes. (As much as I could)

It all happened in a blur. One second you were laughing and dancing, and the next you were screaming and crying as random people started dropping to the floor, blood slowly seeping out of them.

Soon random people became almost the whole student body that attended. People scurrying to get out, none made it, the doors were locked.

Quickly running to the next close exit, you tried to push it open. And again. And one more time.

Locked.

You quickly looked around to see more people on the floor, gasping for air as the blood painted the gym floor, walls, bleachers. Looking across the gym from you, another exit, leading to the hallways. You quickly took off your shoes and ran like hell.

‘Why didn’t they come after you yet? What was this for?!’ Your mind screamed over the loud music still playing on the speakers. Of course the dance had to be Oldies but Goodies themed, with various fifty and sixty love and dance songs playing.

Running at the door with full impact, taking notice that you were the only one left really alive, busting the door open and looking both ways, one leading to the cafeteria and one leading to the back of the school. You took your chances.

You took a right to the back of the school, thinking it’d be an easier way out and hiding from whoever the fuck was doing this. As you ran, the music transferred to the speakers all over the school.

Be my baby by The Ronettes blasted as you heard an ear piercing scream be cut short by gasping and gurgling a couple feet away. Halting your run, panting but being as silent as you can, you slowly turn around and see a girl lying limp on the ground, blood pooling all around her as she stared blankly at the ceiling , life seeping out of her every second.

You placed a hand over your mouth to hold back sobs as you lean down and closed her eyelids, not wanting to look into the plain eyes anymore. The music felt like it got louder as your head pounded at everything going on. Where were the teachers? Where was all the trusted adults you were supposed to have? Or did they-

No. You needed to stop thinking and start running and finding an exit. Quickly getting up you, turned around and started jogging before turning right again and running into something, or someone.

You screamed as you hide yourself, getting ready for the sharp impact of a knife or something.

“Y/n? Oh my god-“ you heard the person say and arms engulf you into a hug. You quickly opened your eyes and pushed the person away so you could see them.

Wilbur.

Pulling him back into you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his neck, wanting to hide from whatever the fuck was happening.

Wil has been your best friend since you were babies, both of your moms being best friends as well and wanting to have you both grow up with each other. That worked out as to see you both were inseparable since day 1, him being a couple months older than you. Now you didn’t know whether this would be your last time holding him or not.

“Wil, what’s happening?” You asked the tall man in front of you as he cupped your face.

“I don’t know but we better start going if we want to get out alive, I have a place we can go and hide, trust me?” Wil held his hand out for you to take as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Always.” You placed your hand in his as he nodded and started to run with you, side by side, desperately trying to get out of any situation that’d lead to be face to face with the person doing this.

As you ran, you saw each teacher attending the dance in their classroom, lying limp on their desk or sitting in their desk chairs with blood soaking their clothes and eyes still open. A shiver tan down your spine as you placed a hand over your mouth, holding back a sob.

Wilbur took a quick left turn up the stairs and dragged you to the last classroom in the hallway. The science lab.

As he turned and got into the classroom, he quickly stopped. You followed in shortly looking at him questionably.

“Wil what- oh my god, Luke!” You quickly rushed over once you saw him in the chair, a rag towel in his mouth and rope binding him to the chair. Luke was the guy you were going out with as to recent and the lead quarterback of the football team. Nothing romantic yet just some dates here and there to get to know each other more. He was your date to homecoming that you thought ditched you for some cheerleader but apparently he’d been kidnapped by god knows who.

You quickly pulled the towel out of his mouth and cupped his cheek as he slowly came too. “Luke? Luke, hey can you hear me? Wil I need help! Luke who did this to you?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes and looked relieved to see you.

“I don’t know, I think I blacked out.” He said, his voice hoarse and gone. You quickly sighed as you examined the ties in the rope.

“Ok, Wil can I please get som- Wil?” Your voice lowered as you saw Wil looking at the two of you, eyes full of dread, anger and revenge. You quickly stood up as you slowly walked towards him but stopped once he slowly started laughing and a smile appeared on his once blank face.

Wilbur reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a knife, one that was still ridden with blood. He looked at it before point it at you. “You know, this all happened because of you darling. You did this. You decided to ignore all my affections and admirations for this prick who doesn’t even care about you! I care! Not him! I did this for you.” Wil got close enough to you that you could feel his breath against your face. He brought the knife closer to your face and gently ran it down your cheek one as you stood there stone faced. “And you’re going to finish it, isn’t that right darling?”

Your cold, unfazed face quickly turned into one of excitement and joy as a smile adorned your face and you bit your bottom lip to contain it. You quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your level and pushed your lips onto his, not minding the gasp they both heard from the unwanted guest.

You quickly reached into Wil’s jacket and pulled out the extra knife you placed in there earlier that night as you tugged him closer to you, one arm around your waist and one hand around your neck.

Wil pushed you away slightly. “Hmm not now, we still have business to take care of love.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to do this in front of him? Make him suffer even more?” You asked the man in front of you as you fixed his tie. Wilbur smirked as he looked down at you, amused at your sudden demeanor change. He loved it.

“Yes I did, but let’s do it after we deal with this fucking cunt.” Wil whispered in your ear as he pecked your neck and turned you around. “Now darling, what do we do with people who think they can just come in here and expect us to just forget all the shit they’ve put us through with their charm?” Wil asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

You pretended to think as you brought the knife up to your lips and tapped lightly. “Um… oh! You make their life a living hell.”

“Exactly, good job darling! So, wanna do the honors?” Wil asked as he placed his hands on your hips and stepped away from you.

“Can I say something to him quickly?” You asked your partner as he hummed, agreeing with what you wanted. He let go of your waist as you started walking forward.

“Don’t you dare come near me.” Luke hissed out as you walked up to him. You smiled at him as you meant down, face to face with him as you tapped his cheek with the blunt side of the knife.

“Oh but I thought you wanted me near you all the time? That’s why you started going on dates with me yeah?” Luke looked away from your eyes as you brought the knife to his forehead and moves pieces of his hair back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I heard what you did. Made a little bet with your friends to see if you could get in my pants? Think I’m worth it now? After everything you did to me and called me? Think I would just accept something like that from you so quickly?!” You started to tear up as thoughts ran through your head. Frustration and sadness ran through your whole body. He didn’t understand that what he did still had an effect on you. It will always have an effect on you. He humiliated you throughout he school years and thinks he can just come in here and get some? Hell no.

Wil came up with this plan after you came to him crying about the whole situation. You knew the second he asked you out something was up, and your suspicions were right when you over heard the stupid cheerleaders making a fuzz about it in the back of class. Making fun of how small you were and how you were “easier”.

Wil was just as, maybe even more, angry than you were. That was when Wil told you he liked you and begged you not to say yes. You weren’t going to in the first place and after all that happened, you definitely weren’t. After that Wil came up with the idea for you to go out with him, play with him and drag it out as much as you could. Wil didn’t like hearing you shared a kiss with the bastard once or twice on the dates, but he let it slide when he saw you after and rid of the scent of his nasty cologne and disgusting kiss on your lips.

But after Wil over heard Luke in class with his gang of idiot, taking in the information, he was fuming. Texting you immediately after, telling you to meet him at his car immediately. He told you all of it. Luke’s plan to finally get some and leave you after. It disgusted him knowing that he wanted to do that to you. His darling. He told you to avoid all forms of contact at all cost, not to let him to close but close enough not to be suspicious.

The plan was working. Get him to tired so he leaves you alone. But Wil wanted more, something else.

Revenge. For all of it. So he sat you down and told you the plan he had, and to say that you were terrified at first was an understatement. You were scared of Wilbur. But after you continued hearing things and going on dates and hearing all the stupid lies coming out of his mouth, you started to understand the plan. The reason behind it. So after Luke asked you to go with him to homecoming, you immediately went to Wil after a couple days of no contact or conversation and told him you were in. And to say that he was happy was an understatement. He was ecstatic. He had his partner in crime back.

Which leads you here, in this moment on the verge of seeing red and snapping this mans neck.

“You ruined my years in school since I was a kid because you convinced everyone that I should be a loner and i deserved it, since my dad never loved me and my moms a drunk. I was the weird kid yeah? Remember those words? I do. They’re engraved in my fucking mind because of you!” You screamed in his face as he flinch back. You quickly stood up and looked down at him with a flat expression. “And I believed it. Until I met Wil. He actually cared enough to get to know me. He cared enough to be my friend. And that’s more than I could ask for. But you, you can’t get enough of seeing me suffer yeah? Seeing me crumple into a little ball and ruining my life. Well buddy boy-“ you lightly pat his face as Wilbur comes behind you and smiles at the boy. “That’s exactly what we’re going to be doing to you but in a more… painful way.”

You finished off as you plunged your knife into his stomach, feeling a rush adrenaline run through you. You didn’t want to do this, but he deserved it, for all the pain he put you through. And you guys already did enough damages so why not a little more.

You took the knife out as you heard him gasp and hiss in pain and uncomfortable.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Luke said as curled in on himself, trying to stop the pain at any cost.

Wil scoffed as he pulled the man’s head back by his hair and leant down close to him. “Go to hell.” He hissed in his face as he shoved the knife into the blondes chest and stepped back as he yelled and the gasping started.

The scene wasn’t pretty. The boy had blood running out of his mouth and down his tux, not that it wasn’t already ruined by the wounds he sported. Yet the adrenaline kept rushing through you like a wave that never stopped. It almost brought you joy to see him like this . To see him slowly dying as all the tension and heartache from the past years slowly drain out of you.

You didn’t know you were crying until Wil cupped your face and cooed at you, wiping your tears away as he put your head in his chest, running his hands through your hair.

“We did the right thing love. These people were not kind to us. They deserved it. You’ll realize that soon, I promise. But now we have to leave, ok? We can get food and crash at my house and talk about this all. Ok? Trust me?” Wil told you as the music over the speakers continued but you weren’t focused on them. Only on the man in front of you and what he was saying. You trusted him with your whole life and if you had to do whatever he said, you would. Always.

You took his hands and pulled him out of the room, making sure everything that you guys brought and used was in hand. “Always. Now where are we eating?”

Wil smiled as tightened his grip on your hand and walked in line with you. “What about burgers?”

“Yeah, I could go for a burger.” You said with a smile on your face.

A smile that had nothing but pure joy and insanity as you tucked the knife away in Wil’s coat.

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three fics I gotta finish (you can ignore this post, it is just me manifesting tbh):

- fluffy wilma oneshot

- part two of wilbur soot’s guide to side hustles

- the next chapter of another fic for a different account (tntduo for the win just not on this blog)

also I need to work on my poetry. and on my original fiction project. sigh

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less than 20 followers away from 100 AAAAAA

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helloooo I have request

I am still thinking about your phantombur fic…

maybe some soft aftercare?? maybe some more of him taking care of avian!reader’s wings?? idk I just miss him

short phantombur thing i thinkabout him al the time also,,, he's possessive but caring in this short little thing,,,, i miss him come home (could literally just write more) (bleh)

On days when you are homesick, he hovers closer and finds contact more often. Wilbur doesn’t mean to be cruel even when at times your bond to him feels that way. A connection that you can’t sever, that he knows you can’t. He loves you, as much as something like him can love. It’s one of those days where every aspect of your life feels foreign, far away, and impersonal. Wilbur notices the shift as you wake, the slowness in your movements and the worry in your features. 

His lips find yours as soon as you make eye contact, he's sweet and dragging. Your feathers puff up as those clawed hands of his dig themselves into the coverts at the top of your wings. You whine into his mouth, allowing whatever this is to continue, to save you in a soft way from drowning in your own thoughts. Wilbur knew this kind of distraction always worked, pleasure to burn out any idea of being without him.

“Good morning,” he mumbles after, his skin just slightly translucent where the morning sun hitting the wall illuminates him. He’s beautiful in his own way, you reaching your hand to trail a hot touch upon his freezing cheek. 

“Good morning,” you whisper back. The both of you shift to be more comfortable, the ruined bed sheets rustling as you move to cover him with your wings for once, shielding him from the warmth of the sun. Wilbur distracts himself with ordering your feathers, preening ones that were due to fall out. No conversation arises between you two, just comfortable silence. 

Eventually, you both rise, him disappearing and reappearing with you at the table. He sets down a simple meal in front of you, something scrounged together but kind. He sits across from you admiring what he’s won. A sound akin to purring rumbles from him, heard even from the opposite side of the grand table. He loves that you are his, eating food you’ve made him, and sitting so perfectly with his hickies on your skin, imprints of his teeth, his dried saliva, all of it. 

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No idea who Lexi is, no idea what Harry posted. Not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse.

I was on Twitter for like a week recently after being off of it for I don’t even know how long. It was so terrible for my mental health that I left again and will definitely not return.

Here’s the thing: Do I think Wilbur has fucked up in some of his personal relationships? Yeah, probably. That’s the impression I get from his songs. But I’m not going to sit here and speculate about some guy I don’t know, nor am I going to judge him when I don’t know the details. I hope he’s doing well and getting help if he needs it. That’s all any of us can really say.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fucked things up in my own life a little. I think pretty much everyone has at some point. When it comes to public figures, we often feel (even subconsciously) a sense of entitlement to more information about their personal lives. It’s a very common thing, but we need to not give into that impulse. He doesn’t owe the internet a long explanation of his past. Nobody does. We are not owed personal details of his life just because he’s a public figure.

So anyway, before people get on their high horse and start judging someone based off discourse, song lyrics and pure speculation, maybe just… don’t do that. We don’t know. We probably never will. It’s better that way.

there's been such a rise of wilbur hate in the past couple of weeks and im so confused as to where its all come from and i wish people would just stop

I do too, it’s cruel and-

First it’s about Wilbur not saying anything about what’s happening in the world right now. And I understand but don’t pressure a person into talking about it- he’ll talk about it when he gets to it. Maybe next stream or next time he’s online. I just hate how they’re making him look bad for not saying anything when he hasn’t been online or anything in how many months.

Second it’s about his alcoholism. He’s a bad person for that. He ruins everything when he is- girl! Please! We’ve only seen him drunk on stream before and he’s a cuddly bear, so how tf would you know what he’s like drunk off camera?! Please enlighten me! And I really do think he’s getting help, truly. I think he knows he needs it. Let him be him and let him decide it. Yeah I don’t like it either but he’s not a bad person.

And NOW! Dream stans and even stans of Wil’s are putting pieces together to show that the album was about Shelby. Now if you can’t tell I’m mega pissed about this. Said in the album not to overthink it but also not to misinterpret it. THATS EXACTLY WHAT YALL ARE DOING OMFG-

Also if it was the case that it was about Shelby- none of our businesses. Not one. And the fact that Lexi and Shelby both posted shit that would be misdirected and ran with in both directions is terrible. And the shit Harry posted?! HARRY! you are friends with Tom, who’s brother is wil and who he’d stuck up for probably no matter what unless it was horrible. Now you guys are just ruining not fandoms and love for a cc. But friendships. Applause for all of you shitty people for that.

But all in all, (sorry if I seem harsh I’m just pissed) wil doenst need to explain this to anyone. He deserves privacy and security and you guys are taking that away from him. So nice of you all. So wonderful. He doesn’t owe any of us shit. He owes himself to he better and to learn from mistakes and that’s all we can ask. Is to grow as a person and not hold on like some people do. He’s a person. He makes mistakes, he fucks up. The only reason why we pay closer attention is because he’s big, popular and of course he’s mentally unstable so we have to keep him in check right? Fuck no. He has friends and family for that. That’s not our job. When did watching a cc become controlling a cc? Wtf?

Wil is not a bad person. He’s a human being who makes mistakes. And so are all of you.

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hanging in there!! glad you’re having a good one :)

heyy lilly hope your new years is going well <3

hii love! It’s going good, pretty slow and rainy but good! How’s yours?

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Little vent post about the holiday ig

Not gonna lie, kinda hate New Years

like thank you for the reminder that I am still lonely and will likely spend another year that way!! awesome :) I love sitting in my room alone waiting until midnight it’s awesome

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Safe With Me | Gothbur x Reader

This took fifty years and it's not even that long MY BAD I've been working on a million writing projects at once and I'm terrible at time management.

Summary: An attempt to lose your virginity to your boyfriend doesn't quite go as planned. Of course, he's a sweetheart about it.

Warnings/Tags: Virginity loss (sorta?), smut, discussions of sex/boundaries/comfort levels, mention of an uncomfortable (but consensual) past sexual experience, Gothbur is a demisexual icon and also an absolute sweetheart, brief alcohol usage but nothing crazy, hurt/comfort, reader is AFAB but gender neutral 

Word Count: 2k

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS WILL BE BLOCKED

The bed had been made earlier in the day—Wilbur’s red sheets still smelled fresh. They were warm against your back, having been taken out of the dryer not long before. Clearly, he’d finished setting everything up only moments before you arrived.

It had all started with a conversation over a few drinks in Wilbur’s apartment, just two new lovers up late at night with nothing to do. You’d just started dating him after being friends with him for months. The transition felt as natural as breathing. Wilbur was a steadying force, a calming presence. It was impossible for you to be upset when he was around. At least, you were never truly upset for long.

So that’s why, after a few shared drinks and stories, Wilbur asked you for a secret. He said it jokingly, like he expected a sarcastic answer. Instead, you’d been honest.

“I’m a virgin,” you’d said. You felt your cheeks get slightly hot as you waited for Wilbur’s judgment. As per usual with him, no judgment came. “And I haven’t told you yet, because I was worried it’d…I dunno. Be a dealbreaker or something, because I’m so inexperienced.”

Wilbur’s brows had furrowed as he gazed at you. The lights in his apartment were all turned off except for the purple LEDs that lined the walls of his bedroom. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to hide that from me. It’s fine. I don’t have any issue with it.”

“…You don’t?” you asked, hesitant. 

Wilbur shook his head and scooted closer to you, setting his drink aside. He gave you the softest of smiles. “Of course not. I promise.” He rested his forehead against yours. “We’ll move at your pace, okay? Whatever feels comfortable.”

“How about soon?” The words left your lips before you could think twice about them. And then, it got worse. “Tonight, maybe?”

Wilbur laughed softly. “Sorry, darling, but I’d rather not take your virginity when we’ve both been drinking.” He gave your cheek a quick kiss. “But soon, okay? Promise.”

And he’d stayed true to his promise, because there you were—naked, lying on his clean sheets as you gazed up at him. His fingers were inside you, curling in all the right ways as you gasped and tried not to completely lose your composure. It was almost too much, the feeling of his hands on you, inside you, touching you. His face occasionally dipped down to where your neck met your shoulder so that he could press a kiss there and murmur more soft reassurances.

“You’re doing so good,” he said, voice soft and quiet. “Is this okay?” You couldn’t do anything but nod as you tried to hold back the noises that threatened to fall from your lips.

You were so, so close. You finally let yourself moan, small whines as he got you closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” he murmured. He pressed a quick kiss to your jaw as he continued working his fingers, pressing them to your g-spot while massaging your clit gently with his other hand. 

It didn’t take long for you to finish, panting, grasping at his wrist to make him stop his movements. He immediately caught the hint and pulled his hand away. You didn’t have words for how overwhelmed you were. It felt good, better than you could describe. Your legs trembled slightly, and they only stopped when Wilbur laid his hands gently on your thighs. “Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” he asked. His brows were furrowed in concern as he looked down at you. “Do you need a minute?”

“I’m okay,” you said. Truth was, you were a little freaked out. It was odd, being naked in front of someone else, even if that person was just Wilbur. Every sensation felt so foreign. Sure, you’d gotten yourself off before, but this was a completely different ballpark, and you found yourself hesitant. “Can I just have a quick minute?” 

“No worries,” Wilbur said. He pressed a few kisses to your jaw. “I’ll grab a condom.” He shifted away, reaching for the bedside drawer. It gave you a moment to try and calm yourself down.

You told yourself there was nothing wrong, nothing to be afraid of. Wilbur loved you. This was right, this was good. So why did it feel so overwhelming?

You glanced at Wilbur as he rolled on a condom. You knew he was bigger than average—he’d warned you before taking his sweet time stretching you out—but seeing him put on the condom was a stark reminder. You glanced away quickly, not wanting him to see you staring.

He scooted back over to you. “Alright, love. Are you sure about this?” He looked at you with that same concerned expression.

“I’m fine, Wil. All good.” You managed a small smile as you parted your legs. He smiled back as he settled between them.

“Hey,” he said softly, “if you ever change your mind, tell me to stop, okay? I’ll stop, and we can try this some other time. It doesn’t all have to happen tonight.” 

You nodded and relaxed slightly before giving him a quick kiss. “I trust you,” you replied. And it was true. You did trust him. You trusted him with everything, even if you were a little on edge.

“Okay.” He lined himself up. You could barely feel the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. He slowly entered you, pushing in just the tiniest amount. “Still alright?” he asked.

“Y-yeah…” Your voice was shaky. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit of a stretch, and it felt…odd. “You can keep going.”

Wilbur nodded and pushed in a little more. He let out a shaky sigh as he did, a sign that he was thoroughly enjoying this. He was over halfway in. After a slight nod from you, silently urging him to go all the way, he did just that.

You let out a soft moan. He filled you completely. “Wil…”

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said quietly. He kissed your forehead. “Does it feel okay? I’m not hurting you?”

You shook your head. “You’re not hurting me.” But as you said that, the anxiety swelled back up within your chest. It was so much. His skin on your skin, the sheets, his cock, the muscles in your legs straining slightly to hold them in a position you weren’t used to. Every sensation felt like a little too much, but you wanted to keep going. Or, at least try. “You can go.”

Wilbur smiled down at you, but there was a hint of anxiety on his features. “Alright. Just relax, and tell me to stop if you need to.” He started moving, slow, languid movements of his hips. You let out a few quiet noises as he did so. Meanwhile, your mind spun.

You hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable or so nervous. This wasn’t like what you thought it would be. It was simultaneously more and less intense. As Wilbur moved, and you felt every movement both inside and out, the anxiety got more and more prominent.

After a few more thrusts, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Could you please stop?” you asked. Your voice was quiet and shaky, but Wilbur immediately got the message. 

“Oh, sweetheart, of course. Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out?” You nodded. To your utter embarrassment, tears were stinging your eyes. Wilbur immediately did as you asked, pulling out and sitting by your side so that your legs could rest. 

He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash before quickly settling beside you, a clear sign that he didn’t expect this to continue any time soon. “Hey, darling, can you look at me?” he asked. His voice was soft but worried—there was a slightly higher pitch to it that he only took on when he was nervous. You looked at him despite your tears, and he immediately pressed a few quick kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “There you are, love. You’re safe. It’s just me.”

“I’m sorry,” you croaked out. “It—I was having fun, but then…it was…it was too much, and I got freaked out, and…” The words got more and more strained as you got closer to tears, and Wilbur ended up quietly shushing you.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s alright. You’re gonna be okay. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.” He laid beside you, allowing you the option of cuddling if you wanted it, and of course you did.

You buried your face in his chest, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Deep breaths, darling. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

As you laid in his arms, you knew it was true. Wilbur would never even dream of hurting you. You could still feel the slight tension in his muscles, an unspoken worry that he’d done something wrong and scared you away. “I’m sorry,” you said again. “It’s not your fault, I just…”

“It’s okay.” He kissed your forehead as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sucked in a small breath. “I…I guess I didn’t realize how overwhelming this would be, being with someone like this. And I know that I’m safe, that it’s just you, and that you’d never hurt me, but it’s just a lot to process. And I feel stupid, because people lose their virginity all the time, and most of them aren’t crying about it.”

“It’s not stupid,” Wilbur said softly. “Not at all.” He continued playing with your hair as he spoke. “You know…I had my first time before I found out I was demisexual.” 

You had somehow never thought of that, but it made sense. He’d only figured out his sexuality recently, earlier in your relationship. “Oh,” you said quietly. “And was it…okay?”

“Embarrassing, mostly,” he confessed. “It was awkward. I didn’t know them very well, and I wasn’t really attracted to them, so it took me forever to get hard. It was sort of terrible. Fine and consensual, but really overwhelming.” His eyes met yours as you looked up at him. “I should have gone at my own pace, you know? The last thing I’d want is for you to feel rushed when you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” you said quietly. You couldn’t imagine that, trying to lose your virginity to someone you weren’t particularly interested in. After all, you’d chosen Wilbur for a reason. “Really, you deserved a better time than that.”

“And so do you,” Wilbur said. “So keep that in mind, okay, love? We can take things at your pace. I don’t mind waiting at all.” He pulled you into a gentle hug. “I love you. Remember that.”

“I love you too.” You settled into his arms, accepting the affection gratefully. After a few moments of silence, you spoke again, still worried that he’d taken offense. “I trust you, I really do. I just…”

“I know you do,” he replied. “I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m happy, honestly, that you felt comfortable enough to say something.” A pause. “I would’ve been horrified if I learned later on that you only put up with that to make me happy. Nobody deserves that.” 

That finally settled your nerves. “And you’re okay? You’re not disappointed?”

“Nah,” Wilbur said. “There are other things to do.” He ran his fingers through your hair, calm, slow movements to help settle you. “We could cuddle up, watch a movie…? Maybe?”

“Can we focus on the cuddling part first?” you asked, tone slightly teasing.

He smiled, and you could tell that he hadn’t been lying; there truly wasn’t even a hint of disappointment in his expression. It was almost hard to believe. Part of you had assumed that your first time would be uncomfortable, because wasn’t everyone’s? But Wilbur seemed to completely reject that idea. It was reassuring. “We can definitely focus on the cuddling part,” he said.

You pulled a blanket over the two of you and buried your face in his neck. He was right. There were always other things to do. And one day, you’d be ready. For now, the sheets were still warm, and Wilbur’s arms provided a reassuring shelter from the world. You could hear the soft sounds of his breathing and the slow beating of his heart. It was more than enough.

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So uh siren fanart? It’s been awhile since I’ve posted art on this website tbh, but I did get a shit ton of inspo from @ MyaraAme on twitter—they made me rethink my entire Siren design.

Middle school was right about shoulders, they are incredibly distracting—and I am absolutely shameless.

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there will never be enough fics about treating revivebur gently I’m just I’m just im

REAL I wish I had more time to write a proper fic right now (I will later) but I can at least do some headcanons

Obviously he’s incredibly touch starved (that’s a given considering how much time he’s spent in limbo) so he is desperate for any sort of physical contact you’re willing to give him

At first, he’s too scared to ask for it, too scared that you hate him for what he’s done. You notice, of course. Before he died, he was constantly initiating physical touch, so this is a change. But if you reach out first (a simple hug, taking his hand, running your fingers through his hair), he will cling to you and not let go

“Do you want a hug?” followed by a desperate nod from him as he practically falls into your arms

I have a personal headcanon that sometimes Revivebur forgets to eat or drink because he didn’t need to in limbo. Sometimes you have to remind him that he’s alive. Cue making him simple meals (which he always thanks you for, even if he feels he doesn’t deserve them)

He experiences a lot of self-loathing and a lot of regret, though it takes him a while to open up about that. Poor guy definitely needs reassurances. Tell him you still love him and that he’s not a bad person. Run your fingers through his hair (which makes him melt every time). He’ll feel better soon

If you let him share a bed with you, he’s overjoyed. Will give you all the cuddles you could possibly ask for. He secretly likes being the small spoon. It’s comforting for him, having you wrapped around him (even if you’re a lot shorter than he is)

After some time, he starts taking better care of himself. He eats of his own volition, he showers/bathes more, and he tries to get enough sleep. He’s seen how worried you get when he doesn’t do these things, and he doesn’t want you to worry

That being said, he does need help sometimes. He has nightmares, dreams about explosions and an empty train station, and he needs someone to soothe him back to sleep when he wakes up with the taste of smoke in his mouth. He trembles, craving your arms around him. He falls into your arms as soon as you open them for him.

He murmurs a million apologies. “I’m sorry for waking you” and “I’m sorry I’m such a mess” and “I should be better by now”

You shush him, rub his back, kiss his forehead. He melts into your touch, into your affections. “You’re not a mess,” you tell him. Some days he believes it, other days not so much. But he always tries.

Tell him you love him, and he hardly trusts it. It seems too good to be true. But he returns it with a declaration of his own every time

Over time, he becomes less self-pitying. He starts to find himself. He relies sometimes on your encouragement, and it never fails to make him happy

He starts looking after you more, returning your affection, asking for help when he needs it. He finally believes you when you tell him he’s not a burden and that you love him

He thanks you a million times for everything. You just smile.

“You’d do the same for me, if the roles were reversed”

And he can’t deny that he would

Anywayy I need to write an actual fic at some point