#Wilbur creates occasionally

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attention las nevadas citizens: the president is pants off in his office!!!

(original pose from a pinup by al moore)

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when i submitted this i thought ballet boots would be the second most popular choice next to platforms so here's some propaganda to sway you in that direction

what kind of high heels does wilbur wear

- goth platform boots

- wedges

- 1930s/40s heels

- ballet boots (the kinky one)

- exclusively really weird niche looking ones

- other (specify but you can't say he doesn't wear them)

an example of quirky ones:

listen guys, that but in salmon colours. CLEARLY the winner.

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Headmates that would get us fake claimed (Aka all of us)

As a general warning this post talks about fake claiming a lot and generally makes fun of it. If reading stuff about fake claiming is triggering for you, do not read.

Vesper:

Genuinely has a bunch of identities pre-discovered systems do and has since before we discovered our plurality but still uses them (lots of kins, genderfluid, + etc)

Non traumagenic (protogenic)

in a in-sys relationship

”fronts to much”

Has dated their in-sys partner in past lives (Also was an in-sys relationship)

Wilbur:

In an in-sys relationship

Non-traumagenic (Protogenic)

Has the name of a common introject(/has the name of a common introject but is completely brainmade and heavily uncomfortable with the person)

Has dated their in-sys partner in past lives (Also was an in-sys relationship)

Rex:

Named after a song lyric & dinosaours but is completely brainmade and not realted to either of the things beyond liking them.

The most praesiogenic heamate to ever exist

Extremely plural punk

Extremely punk in general 

Has some kind of ambigous (as in we don’t know if it’s /p or /r or both) in-sys relationship (Also the only one who understand more than just the jist of what Hollow Velvet is communicating (Explained later))

Mox:

Traumagenic but not because of abuse (also only split from one traumatic event rather then a repeated one)

Was created because we needed an older person to protect us but then never aged and is now a syskid/little

Has a kin identity

Is a syskid/little 

Nikki:

Willogenic

DSMP introject

Has really weird kins

Source is not exactly like canon

Exomemories 

WILLOGENIC & proud of it

Does not consider herself source seperated despite not being exactly how she was back then

Hollow Velvet:

Mute

Can only communicate via projecting his emotions (Which only Rex can construct into more than a vague idea of what they’re saying.)

Has a very specific whay he likes her pronouns to be used.

Has typing quirk

He’s very nonhuman 

Carries people around in the giant hole in their chest

Luka:

Is a fictive 

Traumagenic but not because of abuse (Once again, the cause of their forming was more of a one off traumatic event(though it was a multi week/day event))

Has Exomemories

Source isn’t exactly like canon

Has snake like attributes.

Minuet:

Literally an introjected off a yugioh sub-archetype

Also canon divergent despite having a weird source

Hates our parents more than anybody else in system 

Not traumagenic (Stressgenic)

Different ethnicity + technically non-human

The BFs (3 in one because they wanted to be anonymous):

Fictives

All introjected from the same source 

In an in-sys (polyamorous) relationship

Were dating in source

All apeared at the same time 

Not Traumagenic (Spingenic)

Almost never front alone and usually with eachother in headspace

One of them is a tic holder for a very discreet tic disorder (Psychogenic(/Functional) Movement(/Neurological) Disroder) most likely as a direct side effect of being an enxiety holder

One of them is the epitome of an Altive

One of them is a (Slightly?) different race than the body’s

The Duality Subsys:

Fictives

System in Source

Hate co-fronting (Even with eachother)

Traumagenic by proxy (aka in source)

Refuse to communicate and try to remember things from when they weren’t fronting

Subsys

Haru:

Multifictive

Truly ridiculous amount of sources

Each charcter thon’re sourced from is either ftom JTTW, LMK, or Yu-Gi-Oh

Qu uses “neo”pronouns

Has exomemories

Instead off trying to give them seperate exomemories for each source, our brain gave him all the memories shoved into one timeline.

Hates being perceived (Only lets Vesper (And Bai He, occasionally) see mango.)

Non human

Bai He:

Fictive

Comes from a new-ish show

BAHgenic and Willogenic 

Very proud of her origins 

Uses neopronouns (Including cat/cats)

Has exomemories

Has a lot of xenogenders

Different Race then the body (No, we didn’t intentionally do that but it’d be none of your buisness either way)

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"Cooking Stream!"

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x chef!streamer!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.22.23 | 3167 words

➵ CONTAINING! wholesome cooking, reader is a chef streamer, wil is on tour, wil and reader are longterm friends

➵ SAYING! i thought this would be super cute to write. a little friends to lovers never hurt anyone hehe. also hope you like the little banner! i dont really do those so this is a first. also not proofread aaa sorry

My masterlist :)

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"How long have you been waiting to do that?" "Since we met up at the airport.."

“Hey, Wil, I’m about to start the stream. Are you ready?” I asked Wil. From my stream viewer, I could see Wil’s lengthy figure making the barest silhouette from the dark doorframe he was standing at. He insisted on making “an entrance” for my stream, even if it meant standing ominously in the background of my kitchen.

“Maybe.” Wil replied blankly. I rolled my eyes, seeing that he was already in ‘bit’ mode.

I’ve been a cooking streamer for quite some time now. I share and teach people on Twitch my recipes live and created this community where everyone can feel safe and happy to learn. Occasionally, I even invite some of my friends to cook with me, Wilbur being no exception. This was our first time seeing each other in person, and Wilbur suggested that before his concert (which would be tomorrow) he wanted to do a cooking stream with me. It was like the stars aligned because after such a busy day, Wil specifically had a couple hours of free time to hang out with my community and me.

I stopped my intro music and took down my startup stream screen to reveal my camera, which showcased me, my kitchen, and Wilbur who was just barely visible on camera.

“Hi, friends! Welcome to the stream! Sorry for the delay, our special guest sadly couldn’t make it.” I said faking a distraught frown. I tried my best to avoid looking at chat, but just from a quick glance I could see spams of terror as they pointed out the figure behind me. I picked up a bowl and began my usual intro. “So, my lovelies, grab your bowls!” I reached over and grabbed my spatula. “Grab your utensils! and—” I looked around, acting confused. “Huh, I wonder where my chef hat is..”

Wil arose from the shadows, stomping toward me with his limbs stiff and a blank expression on his face.

“Oh, there’s my chef hat!” I exclaimed, smiling while looking at Wil. In a swift, goofy motion, Wil ducked his head down, making the hat land straight into the bowl I was holding. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Wil tried a desperate attempt to put the hat on my head. Once the hat laid lopsided on me, he turned around with his hands on his hips.

“Hi guys,” he smiled. “As you can see, I will not be the one leading this operation.”

“Yeah, they know.” I mocked jokingly. I placed the bowl and spatula onto the table to fix the hat. “If you guys don’t know, this is Wilbur Soot, but he doesn’t stream much anymore. So frankly, I don’t even know why I invited him.” That snarky comment made Wil nudge me on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m still relevant on the world web!” Wil exclaimed.

“You know I’m kidding!” I laughed. “But Wil and I met like a loooong way back. Like you were doing your little livestream concerts?” I turned to look at him as he nodded to confirm my words. “And now look at you! In the middle of a whole worldwide tour!” Though he rolled his eyes in response he still had that familiar, dimple smitten smirk on his face.

I was proud to see Wilbur at his position now. I remember all those late-night calls when we would talk about what we wanted to be in few years' time. We were only small baby streamers when we first met. I did cooking streams in my parents’ kitchen and the townhouse he used to stream in was sold off long ago. Now we were in my own kitchen with tens and thousands of people watching us live, and tomorrow, thousands of more were going to watch Wil perform with his guitar and his voice.

It was time to start cooking. Today we were making strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips. I started off by giving directions as to what measurements you would need. Before I do my cooking streams, I like to post what ingredients would be needed the day because sometimes my fans would post selfies of them following my streams live while also cooking.

“So first, lets stir in our dry ingredients, yes?” I looked at Wil, who only eagerly nodded in silence. “So, of course, like all streams, I like to do my measurements while live just in case anyone needs time to catch up. So I hope everyone has their measuring utensils, because I’m about to give the measurements! And of course, I will be providing them on the screen as well.” I stated, looking at my OBS display.

Wil and I began to prep the ingredients. Each time I stated a measurement, Wil would scramble around the kitchen for the key components before emptying the powder into the bowl. I let out a small chuckle. “Wilbur, take your time, seriously! We’re supposed to be enjoying the moment.” I exclaimed.

“But but—!” Wil protested.

“Wil!”

With a defeated sigh, he slowed his movements as he scurried around the kitchen for the rest of the materials. As I stirred the flour and sugar together, I waited for Wil to come with the baking powder and salt. In the meantime, I started to look at chat.

“(y/n) is smiling a bit too much yall”

“YES WILBUR TREAT OUR CHEF RIGHT!!”

“is this (y/n)’s bf?”

Though it’s safe to say Wilbur and I had never had feelings for each other, the comments still flustered me. To prevent myself from getting more flushed, I pointed my attention back to my mixing bowl. Suddenly, Wilbur came behind me, holding the measuring cups.

“Ah, Wil—”

“This would be more an efficient way of getting our ingredients mixed in, no?” Wilbur suggested. His arms were on either side of my body, sprinkling in both the salt and baking powder carefully as his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks from such an intimate position but tried my best not to ignore it. After he was done, he set the utensils aside and placed his hands on either side of my wrists, stirring with my movements.

Despite us both knowing that the chat was going crazy at this point, we both enjoyed the moment. Ever since Wil and I met each other in person for the first time, we had this habit of messing around with each other in physical ways. Within the first hour of us being together, we were running around the city, climbing over each other while sitting down, and Wilbur at one point threw me over his shoulder because I was “walking too slow.” It all felt completely natural to us. However, hat made me most flustered about it now in this very moment was the fact that thousands of people were watching us live!

We proceeded with mixing in the ingredients. Wilbur helped combined the wet ingredients as he gradually poured them into the mixing bowl I was stirring (of course, he again insisted that he stood over me as he poured for “maximum efficiency”). After some time with the spatula, took it out and turned towards the camera.

“Alright, so at this point of the process, it’s going to get a little hard to stir the dough, so—” I glanced to my laptop’s stream viewer and saw that Wil was doing silly faces and gestures, completely taking the attention away from me. I watched as he opened his mouth wide and inched closer to me, almost trying to bite me. Without thinking, I took my finger to get a scoop of the batter before turning around and smudging it into Wil’s face.

Wilbur stared at me in shock as a smug grin rested on my face. Swiftly, he took the spatula from my hands, gathered a large glob with his fingers, and smeared it all over my face. My cheek was now lathered with the think substance as I stared at him, bewildered. It was now Wil’s turn to start smiling with his dimples prominent as they could be. “What, you started it!” Wil argued, putting his hands up. My eyes slowly trailed to the open flour bag he had left on the counter. It was as if Wil followed my gaze, because as soon as I reached over to that bag, Wil was on the run.

“What the— Come back here, you prick!” I cried. I grabbed a fistful of flour before aimlessly chasing him around the island counter. His legs were far too long to outrun me, but that also meant he was rather clumsy with his movement as well. We returned in front of the camera when Wil began to lose balance after turning a sharp corner. I took my chance and ran in front of him before dusting him with a fistful of flour all over his apron and face.

I fell into a fit of laughter, clutching my stomach. “Holy shit, Wil! You look ridiculous!” I said in between gasps. Wil stared in utter horror, but soon enough, he started laughing as well when he saw his reflection from the stream viewer.

“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my hair, (y/n), what have you done?!” He cried. It sent me more into hysterics, laughing as I held onto the counter for dear life. “I’m going to try and wash this out now. You better hope and pray for your restroom.” Wil said, waving me off as he made his way to my bathroom.

“In the top left drawer in my room are my baggy clothes you could wear!” I called out. I carried on with the stream, leaving where I left off. I got my stand mixer and turned on the machine so that it could start stirring on its own. I also cleaned up around the area and washed the batter off my face before reading the chat.

“Alright, chat, how we feeling about this stream, huh? Everyone doing good following along? Do you guys like Wil?” I asked. I scanned the chat, smiling at some of the comments.

“Wil and (y/n) are an iconic duo bruh”

“YES CHEF WE LOVE THE STREAM CHEF”

“I’m doing good following along :D”

“WILBUR IS SO FUNNY”

By the time the dough was done mixing, so was Wilbur, who had just finished washing up and changing his clothes. He wore a baggy Artic-Monkeys tee with gray sweatpants that suited him perfectly. “Is the dough done?” Wil said. His hair was a curly mess most likely from wetting it then drying it with a towel. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose with his eyes just barely visible. Something about this look, whether it be his disheveled hair or the fact that he was wearing my clothes, made me blush a little.

“—Oh,” I muttered, barely realizing that he asked me a question. “Yeah, it’s done, we could start placing them on the tray now.” He nodded before coming behind me, placing hands on my waist. “Ah—! Wilbur!” he buried his face into the crook of my neck. With a defeated sigh, I turned off the machine and removed the bowl from the stand mixer. “Come on,” I said. “Help me shape the cookies.”

“Yes, chef!” he enthusiastically remarked. He stood back up, and we were back on business. We proceeded to work together to shape the cookies, making light conversation while also taking some questions from the chat. Wilbur talked about some stories he had on tour. He compared his experiences from when he used to do little stream performances to the big stage in front of thousands of people live.

Once we were done shaping the cookies, we placed the two trays into a preheated oven. I did the dishes while Wilbur offered to tend to my chat. There something so.. Domestic about Wil and I cooking. It came naturally, as if this isn’t the first time we cooked together, and it certainly this wouldn’t be the last. I scrubbed the bowl clean as I thought about the warmth of Wilbur wrapping around my body. How he nuzzled his nose into my scent, then pulling away reluctantly. A small smile formed on my lips. Though I knew deep down that I’ve never felt that way about Wilbur, and I doubt that he felt that way with me, it was still such an ideal way of moving on with life.

“Hey, (y/n)?” Wilbur called out. I shook my head and turned around to face Wilbur.

“Yes?” I asked. I wiped my hands with a dry towel before taking my place next to Wilbur, who had his waist against the counter and his hands holding himself up.

“Chat wants to do a Q&A session with the both of us. I think they’re tired of hearing about my tour stories.” He chuckled.

“Hm, I don’t think they’re tired of you, rockstar,” I smiled. “but sure, let’s do a Q&A with the two of us.”

The chat proceeded casually, and we had a fun time answering some questions. We talked about how we first met, how we grew up together as streamers, and how life has been for us more. However, there was one reoccurring question that we tried to ignore for some time, but at this point, it was rapidly coming up.

“Do you have feelings for each other?” I read out loud.

Wil and I looked at each other. Maybe it was the delusions I had, but there was something so sincere in Wil’s eyes. His eyes almost sparkled under the kitchen warm light, and his brown eyes could easily be confused for a fresh cocoa harvested from the jungle. His eyes squinted like he wanted to tell me something, but before I could ask, he turned away.

“No.” He stated but rather reluctantly. “We’ve just been really good friends for these past years, right?” He turned to me again.

“Mhm,” I hummed. My gaze then drifted to the camera. “Chat, stop shipping us together, seriously! You guys are acting like this is the first time I’ve done a cooking stream with a guy! Shame on you, chat!” I playfully lectured. But in my mind sat some heavy thoughts. I wondered if the reason why Wil was so hesitant was because he felt uncomfortable with the topic. Worry flooded my head, hoping that I didn’t ruin his time on stream.

Ding!

The oven went off, meaning that the cookies were ready. “Ah, cookies are ready!” I beamed, lightning the mood. I looked through the drawers, looking for the oven mitts. However, none were to be found. Wil noticed my confusion and came up behind me, a bit more careful on distance this time.

“Is something wrong?” He asked. His hands were behind his back as he leaned down to talk to me.

“Yeah.. I can’t find the oven mitts. Hold on, I probably left them in the washing machine room.” I turned around to face him.

“Alright, I’ll be here.” He smiled. I smiled back before moving past him, leaving the kitchen and headed down the hall to the spare storage room I had. I opened the door and looked around, finding those beige oven mitts I would frequently use while baking something. Without realizing, Wilbur was treading down the hallway.

“Ugh, where are they..” I thought out loud. I dug through the dryer, seeing if they were hiding under the freshly warm clothes. Finally, I was able to achieve the oven mitts. I stood up properly and held the oven mitts as I kicked the dryer closed. I turned around to finally get back to the stream and Wilbur. I wonder if—

Before I could finish thinking, a hand was on a hip and another hand was under my chin. Those familiar brunette curls brushed against my forehead, as I looked up to see Wilbur. His glasses were pushed up so that his face could be close to mine without any trouble. His eyes were half-lidded, almost looked like they were longing. Sparks tingled in my chest as I stared at him. A gulp running through my throat.

“May I kiss you..?” He gently asked. His voice was so low, so sensual, it was like waking up next to him after a long night of cuddling. My face burned, but not a single nerve in my body told me that I should deny his request.

I placed the oven mitts onto the nearest surface, not daring to look away from him. I could feel him getting nervous because even through the dark lighting, I could see his face turning red as the corners of his mouth twitched. Before I could even register my movements, I cupped either side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss I didn’t even know how much I longed.

His body sunk into my touch as he held me close with weak warms. His lips, soft and pink, danced with mine with a hunger I never realized he had. They were desperate, yearning for my warmth. Little did I know my movements mimicked his with just as much desperation.

Reluctantly, we pulled away as we held each other tight and close to each other’s bodies. His eyes were clouded underneath his mess of hair and glasses, but a wide smile rested on his face.

“How.. How long were you waiting to do that..?” I asked, breathless.

“The moment we met up at the airport, honestly..” He chuckled. “Come on.. You have a stream to wrap up.” Wilbur walked out of the room. His hand held mine until he was enough distance away, even clutching to my middle finger before departing. I stared as he turned the corner, joyfully greeting the chat as if nothing happened.

I realized that my cheeks were aching from smiling too much. As I listened to Wil ramble some excuse to chat as to why it’s taking me forever to return, I grabbed the oven mitts and slid down the hallway.

Maybe there was a reason why all of this felt so right. How being with Wilbur just felt so natural. I was out of frame, but I couldn’t help but stare at him.

Yeah.. I could get used to this.

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a / n ~ aaahhh hope yall enjoyed! notes of all kind are appreciated :D and like always, thank you so much for the support.

basically tagging anyone that interacted with my previous posts whoopsies @listenheresweaty @buns-and-butter @mysticalsoot @tiredandbisexual @phxntomsdusk @themonsterunderurmom

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Meet the Robinsons Headcanons (Part 4)

The family once stumbled across the caffeine patches. That was a whole ride.

Franny is 400% more dangerous to be around after watching horror films. Turns out karate and paranoia is a dangerous combination.

Bud owns a duck phone.

Wilbur has a fear of snails.

Fritz knows how to hot wire a car.

Gaston and Laszlo once worked together to create a glitter bomb. It went about as well as one would expect.

Bud, Fritz, and Laszlo all know how to play the accordion.

Lucille has voodoo dolls of the entire family. Nobody knows about them but her. She just found them somewhere.

Lucille was in a cult in her younger years.

Gaston's jumpsuit is completely fireproof.

Additionally, Cornelius is working with him to find a way to make the jumpsuit completely temperature regulating as well to protect him from the heat of cannons and explosives.

Tallulah's shoes have functional head and tail lights. They even have tiny hazards!

Art has a prosthetic heart. He got it after a particularly bad crash in his spaceship.

Mama Framagucci (Franny, Gaston, and Art's mother) was very music oriented as well. She and Franny used to practice the violin together.

Growing up, Gaston, Laszlo, and Wilbur all had issues with trying to run away. Unlike the later two who were always found and brought home, Gaston stayed gone for a few years.

Before Billie joined the family, she was a nomad. She hopped trains and hitchhiked around the world. She's learned to speak all kinds of languages on her travels!

She and Gaston met when he ran away with the circus and they hopped the same circus train.

Tallulah is asthmatic because Petunia had been smoking whilst pregnant with her.

When Petunia left, she almost took her children with her.

Petunia was crying when she left her family behind.

There exists a timeline out there in which Petunia did take Laszlo and Tallulah with her when she left. Bud and Fritz never stopped searching for them.

Cornelius occasionally suffers from sleep paralysis. He sees the silhouettes of his mind controlled family standing over him, the red lights of their hats glowing dimly in the dark room. They don't attack like they did with the time machine. They just… stare.

On the day each Robinson was born, a strange phenomenon or event takes place. Or, alternatively, something happens relating to their interest. On the night Franny was born, the frogs croaked and sang in the bogs and on the banks. When Art was born, a rare comet passed by the Earth. When Gaston was born, the circus came into town, bringing joy to all around. Wilbur was born on a leap day, and a bolt of lightning struck the house.

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i made it

ora ora get pregnant meme but it's ctntduo and fundy's the one saying "that's how i was born" at the end despite him already having a salmon mother

[firesnap]

Okay I'm sharing my review here from just an initial listen of Wilbur Soot's new sad boy msuic.

I liked it. It's experimental. It's a Tour Bus album -- which is one that's usually very confessional and experimental and occasionally difficult and self-indulgent.

There are definitely some failed experiments here. One of them, the one where he sounds like he's talking to a group of children, is fascinating even if it doesn't work as a song. I was saying it sounds like he's having a a brutal and actually honest conversation with his chat. He's lowering the walls as a persona and, in twitch chat fashion, getting replies back of young-ish people just sorta echoing the last things he said. Like, whether I think it works musically it's still interesting.

And there are other moments where he's yelling and the music is clashing and it's not for me, but I love that he's trying it at all.

I love that this doesn't sound like YCGMA 2.0. It's brutal, and has him showing off a lot of new skills and growth, and experiments with music in a way that's new for him. The little melodies (and bleeps and bloops) that are laced through all the tracks are interesting and create a thread you can follow through all the songs.

Lyrically, this is the best Wilbur has ever done. It's honest and raw and deeply moving to the point of being uncomfortable. At times I zoned out and stopped listening to lyrics because it honestly felt invasive. It's not lyrics that would work for indie pop rock songs.

There are some songs that are such an emotional gut punch and then paired with some of the most melodic Wilbur-esque chord progressions you've ever heard.

There are times where his vocal growth really shines and you can hear a warmth and strength to it that adds layers to what would have otherwise been a very Acoustic Wilbur era type song. There are times when he plays with falsetto and enunciation to create sort of conversations in songs with himself.

Lyrically and vocally you get a lot of influences from Sparky Deathcap and Crywank, but the most experimental music side reminds of some of Damon Albarn's more quirky solo music.

It feels more like a complete album than YCGMA. Even the songs I didn't think worked still fit into the scheme of things and made it feel like an entire story.

I really recommend listening to all of it in one sitting.

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IMPORTANT NOTICE: This post is now considered outdated due to recent developments in my Stardew Valley AU. Please refer to more recent character posts for information.

Quincy Headcanons

(This is my partially self-insert farmer oc! I'm less worried about being cringe than I used to be so this guy is pretty self indulgent, hehehe.)

30 Years Old

Non-Binary (He/They/It/Xe)

Pansexual

Full name is Quincy Woodrow.

Sometimes goes by "Quill." His full name will occasionally be shortened to "Quill Wood." (Sounds familiar...)

Needs glasses partially because they messed up their vision by staring at screens in the dark while researching supernatural phenomena.

Was ecstatic when they found out they inherited their Grandpa's farm in the valley because that area is known to be a hub for supernatural activity. Moving there gave Quincy the perfect opportunity for their research. (You can really tell this guy is inspired by Ford from Gravity Falls...)

Renamed their grandpa's farm to "Cryptic Farm" mostly so that they could label their produce stuff like "cryptic eggs" or "cryptic jelly" just because they think it's funny.

Created many of the modern names for mines and cavern monsters. He is particularly known for his studies of goliath spiders, attempts at rehabilitating cursed skeletons, and investigations of ghosts.

Has a pet cat-sized spider named Raphael and a living skeleton assistant named Michael. He also has a horse named Gabriel. (Yeah, I'm obsessed with the monster pets mod. It just fits too well!)

All of his farm animals are named after medicinal herbs mentioned in the Bible/Book of Yoba. (He isn't religious, he just thinks that angels and old herbal medicine are cool.)

Really upset with how young he looks because people take his research less seriously.

Is actually quite a bit stronger than he looks because he handles monsters and does farmwork, he's just naturally built a bit thin.

Much more scared of normal bugs than the giant mine bugs because he can't see them as well.

Is willing to do dubious things to get answers to his mysteries.

Would've adopted Krobus, but Quincy can't stand the inside of house being hot and humid. The two are still great friends, though.

Trying to find whoever M. Jasper is so that he can talk about aliens and dwarves with them.

Super interested in Mr. Qi because of his connection to the valley's supernatural activity and his strange biology. (He might also have a little bit of a crush just because Mr. Qi is one of the only sapient monsters that he hasn't been able to figure out, which he finds really attractive for some reason.)

At some point in his storyline his heart just stops beating but he's magically still fully alive and functional which leads to a lot of angst as he tries to figure out if he's actually dead or alive. (He develops some light streaks in his hair during this arc because I think it looks cool and if any of you mention Wilbur Soot I will boil you alive.)

[ria-writes-stuff]

ok so, the character designs I request are

ite: Ranboo, Kristin, Techno, Phil (+like syndicate disguises if you have those)

dead house: Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and the dead people

sunflower: Ranboo, Phil and Techno (+ Spider-Man designs if you have them)

hunger games: Fundy

pls send all of the designs you have for them

-🪶 (sorry if you like need to ask for a symbol idk fhdjewkwjwj)

HELLO HELLO SORRY, I DID SEE YOUR OTHER ASK BUT I WAS A SLEEPY BASTARD AT THE TIME!! sorry this took so long, things were occuringggg

I, very unfortunately, cannot draw for the life of me, but I can give character descriptions and I think I have a picrew or two stuffed away somewhere :DDD. Honestly- my designs really aren’t that specific, a lot of them are just. The guys.

Character designs:

ITE:

Ranboo -

Ranboo, albino, 5"4, very skinny and frail, he's constantly hunched in on himself and has a scared look on his face permanently. He has no visible scars, but there is a tattoo of the initials T.R on the back of his neck and Teagon's fullname across his back. He has mismatched eyes, one emerald green and the other a pinkish red, and rather sharp features. He wears a lot of purple - it's his signature colour - and wears purple sunglasses type things all the time.

His HIT disguise as Ghost- is honestly a little bit terrible, he’s not good at disguises. His mask resembles a metallic Covid face mask, and is pure black, he has a purple and black long, trench-coat style overcoat, with a flared base and a slit at the back right up to his waist. It’s almost a cloak, in a way, and fastens with a golden clasp over his chest. His glasses are replaced by a purple visor, and he has a hood that is kept in place over his head with hidden magnets. Underneath the cloak is a basic black tactical gear, a weapons belt and his comm strapped at his shoulder.

Kristen -

Kristen is a fairly standard Kristen, she’s 5”10, has black, wavy hair to her mid-back, she’s curvy and welcoming, with dark, warm eyes that are almost the same black as her hair. It’s very disarming - she’s so mother in a literal mother way, and then the next thing you know she’s looking at you with those same warm eyes as you’re slowly choking to death on your own blood.

Her Madame Mortailty villain outfit also isn’t very different - she has a wide brimmed hat with a dark veil over her face (it’s all kept in place once again with hidden magnets). She doesn’t often make public appearances, and so she doesn’t usually wear tactical gear, aside from the occasional bullet proof vest. She makes a point to never be outside in public (snipers), and if you’re close enough inside a building to get a clear shot on her, it’s very likely that Gore has already turned you into a steak.

Techno -

Technos design isn’t actually my own, it belongs to my partner who originally created him. He’s an absolute tank of a man, 6”6, shoulders for days, could pull your head off without even trying. Ican’t emphasise enough how much he’s built like an entire tree trunk.

He has dark red hair in an almost wolfcut, both arms are full sleeves of tattoos, and his back is covered too. He has dark eyes, a hazel brown, and especially sharp canine teeth.

His outfit as Gore is very Winter-Soldier themed, for a reference, he even has the mask and the dark circles around his eyes. He has long fabric to cover up his tattoos, and tends to tuck his hair up into a slick bun

Phil-

Phil is- basically your standard Phil design, short at 5”6, blonde hair, blue eyes, he doesn’t have wings biologically, but he does have a mechanical pair that he uses when he’s Shriek

Shriek generally wears basic tactical gear underneath a green and gold robe (Techno calls it his dressing gown and he vehemently disagrees) and has a plague doctor mask just becuase he’s a dramatic bastard with a theme

The Dead House:

Techno-

Techno has long white blonde hair, usually braided back, pale blue eyes and an eerie blank look on his face most of the time. He’s almost as tall as Wilbur, despite being younger (5”6)

Wilbur -

Honestly both Wilbur and Tommy here are standard child designs for them, Wilbur has the standard brown curly hair, he’s 5”7, brown eyes, and usually wears the yellow sweater

Tommy is much the same, blonde curly haired angel, he’s tiny since he’s seven, bright blue eyes and a constant grin

The infected-

The infected a lot more interesting! In their standard forms, their skin is ever so slightly greyer than it should be, they’re pale and sallow, almost a little ill-looking, but not enough to really be noticeable. Sometimes, especially with the children, stronger features come through from their infected forms, but usually they resemble normal humans

One thing to note that even in their human forms, the red seeps through - for example, in hair colours. Niki originally had white blonde hair, the same as Techno, but now has a deep flushed pink hair. Blonde hair like Tommy’s would turn into a dark red, and brunette hair would go a dark, almost black maroon.

When in their infected forms, while still recognisably human, their skin turns a far more ashen colour, and is almost rubbery. Their teeth are sharp and pointed, their eyes flat and sunken, and the pupil expands to cover the entire eye, so it’s just a flat black. Fingernails sharpen and bleed red, while red veins rise prominently against their skin.

Sunflower:

Phil is once again just. Phil. Blonde, wears a lot of green, he’s an ordinary human. Fairly short (he’s 5”8). He does wear his lab coat around the house on occasion, the nerd. His cochlear implants are sometimes visible, depending on whether or not he’s wearing his hat, and he walks with a cane.

Techno is also an ordinary human, his hair is dyed pink and the brown roots show through when he forgets to touch up. He’s huge, at 6”6 (he started out shorter, but the spider powers grew him), and he’s well built although not to an insane degree. Contrary to the fact that he looks like a body builder, he always stands very awkwardly around, usually with his hands clasped behind his back.

His spider suit is just the standard suit, think Andrew Garfield’s suit, although obviously he’s built bigger.

Standard brown eyes, slightly sharp canines, and he walks with a limp.

Ranboo is albino (I’m a sucker for albino Ranboo), he’s 5”6, and scrawny as fuck. He’s built like a twig. He has pink eyes, which are usually unfocused and move a little out of sync, but they’re hidden behind his dark sunglasses. He has a cane which he uses most of the time, and crutches for the especially bad days, although he doesn’t have a wheelchair (yet), and he also has Enderchest on a guide dog harness (she’s a black Labrador)

His first spider suit, is a shittily designed mask, which is basically just red fabric with eyeholes cut out, and a black hoodie and pants.

The next one he gets is more reminiscent of Techno’s, but the style isn’t quite right for him, and the suit he eventually ends up with is white with purple ‘web lines’, and a hood. Similar to Gwen’s suit in the animated films.

Hunger games:

Fundy-

Fundy is, once more, standard human boyo, since I didn’t go for a hybrid verse here. He’s a scrawny ginger kid, acne, his shoulders are hunched from bending over computers all day, and his features are sharp, almost fox like

He does have a pair of felt fox ears as his trinket for the games, but he usually has them tucked into his pocket rather than wearing them

You are more than welcome to use the 🪶emoji, I have a little list of the ones that are taken on my pinned post (:

Sorry again for how long this took, and you’re welcome to come back with anymore questions you have!!!!

[teethkid67]

If we're complimenting block party I love block party so much. I actually forgot that you created it for a while for some reason 'that cool guy teeth I very occasionally talk to IamTy about' and 'guy who created Block Party' got separated in my head but. It's one of my favorite aus ever. I love the idea of this very normal, very american suburb just completely fraying at the seems and rotting away under the weight of this horrible horrible stuff. I love that the final control room is just Eret's living room. I love the fact that he has to lay down plastic tarps for the blood. I love how fucking wrong the revival method is and how much they have to handle the corpses. I love that Wilbur->Ghostbur->Revivebur is a product of his corpse being poorly handled repeatedly. I love that there's a disconnect between the rest of the world and the neighbourhood. I love honestly everything you do with Dream I feel like the setting and your handling of him just amplifies what I liked about his character in the first place.

YOU ARE INSANE. YOU ARE SO SO KIND HOWDY ODITY TJODITY THIS IS SO SWEETTTTTTT

i love the way the death cycle fucks up time ...... the whole wilbur->ghostbur->revivebur thing ... fundy ages up bc of it as well ..... idk . i love real life huge actions with real life huge consequences and fusing realism with an inherently unrealistic plot and setting . i love taking shit like minecraft death and revival and putting it into real life stuff . idk . minecraft but like if you had a gun . how do you make a magical Prison thats impossible to get in and out of in real life? thats some dudes basement . how do you make a practically unkillable death machine in real life Armored jeep . idk block party my beloved ... i and co-author (shoutout havok) are so glad to see it alive and well in 2024 . in the wise words of mr havok

[yesican-stop]

pt 1 of outfit requests! [pt 2]

[@addlepater @keirawantstocry]

[itshallbitemelikethecold]

Introduction

Arthur sighed, finishing up editing a video. Out of boredom, he decided to make a Tumblr blog... Why? No clue. He had absolutely no clue.

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Any post or sentence that starts with // is ooc!! All of this intro, except the small paragraphs in italics, is ooc.

Rules

Bigots of any sort (transphobes, homophobes, xenophobes, racists, misogynists, etc.) will be blocked on sight.

Please try to keep it sfw! I (the author) am aroace and not really comfortable around those topics!

I don't mind ships, but proshippers dni. I won't respond to asks including Argbur and certain characters in that way. I don't mind Sparkleduo though.

Character info!

This is an Argbur/Editor Wilbur roleplay blog. Obviously, I'm roleplaying Argbur. But I'll be including some headcanons!

In this blog, his age is 22. We're going with the "Argbur's name is Arthur" thing.

DID!! Despite being somewhat denied by him (he said it's SOMETHING like DID), I'll just go with DID. I'll try my best to do an accurate portrayal of DID, but please tell me if I get anything wrong. I'm not a psychology expert by any means!

If you have any questions, ask and I'll try to answer.

Extra

The author of this blog travels a lot, so this blog might experience short breaks occasionally, maybe lasting up to a week, usually under.

The author of this blog also has a Revivebur ask blog and Limbobur ask blog: @resurrectionrecluse @iknowwhatimlike

This ask blog won't be as active as the other two. Sorry about that!

Tags

Most posts here are gonna be tagged with more than one tag.

#ArthurAnswers - Answering asks

#Roleplay - Any and all roleplay stuff

#ArthurReblogs - Reblogs

#ArthurBeingRandom - Random stuff he says (roleplay stuff that isn't answering asks, basically)

#oocAnnouncements - Any announcements the author of this blog has. It can range from silly stuff to me going on haitus

#ooc - ooc stuff that aren't announcements

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Arthur stared at the blog he created for a moment, before closing his laptop. It was getting quite late.

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[blockgamepirate]

I am curious as to what you mean by smart sounding nonsense, I never thought he secretly didnt know anything, I didn't think he was actively pretending to be smart

Thank you for the ask but oh god, I don't know if I have the energy to even get started on it today

I did talk about it a bit already over here:

I mean it's not that he doesn't know anything, I'm sure sometimes he does know what he's saying and even has some good points occasionally, don't get me wrong. But he absolutely isn't as smart as he thinks he is, or as smart as he pretends to be, and it's best to take his words with a grain of salt

I feel like a lot of it is just him being very good at winning arguments by just overwhelming the other person with an avalance of questions and arguments and not letting them respond properly, like he does with Tubbo here

That one is an example where he just clearly does not know what Tubbo's talking about and is pretending that he does, and then just doesn't let Tubbo explain it to him

[cdroloisms]

hey dr3 dreblr do you remember stone theory or was that just something I hallucinated because occasionally when I think of c!dreambur I’m reminded of it and I gotta relax a hot minute before I start chewing the wallpaper

I REMEMBER STONE THEORY i wasn't one of the beeg stone theorists but it was a hell of a good theory

my personal thought was that it would be utilized to create some kinda stronghold-esque structure for End shenanigans in terms of What Was The Stone For ! but im not super sure alas

as it is tho we doooo have reason to believe that c!dream and c!wilbur could've conversed in c!dream's trips to Limbo during the Experiments (tm). sooo. that's definitely fun (tho i havent really thought too much about that either)

[poraphia]

"A Siren’s Tale."

Chapter 3 of "If you look at me, I'll listen to you."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 11.9.23 | 2215 words

➵ CONTAINING! reader is eavesdropping on siren, siren reminisces on past relationship with reader, brief use of she/her pronouns, george having pretty privilege lmao

➵ SAYING! here it is! the long awaited chapter 3. I’m literally in class right now writing this— I was just too excited. I hope everyone enjoys! and if you haven’t already, please read chapter 1 and chapter 2 just to get a better understanding of the story <3

My masterlist :)

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Siren.

Siren.

Siren.

A dangerous man, many would call him.

With the ability to make anyone abide to his commands with just the soothing sound of his voice, he was generally perceived as a menace to society.

I sat in my office, scanning through what notes I had gathered on the main three syndicate members. Papers scattered all over my corkboard with different colored pins. There were lined papers with ink smudges, printed out photos of the villains, and small sticky notes jotting down minor details. Zephyrus and Blade’s evaluations had been done already, each with their own interesting finds.

Most of my studying took place before, during, and after hero and villain encounters. I watched from afar, gathering how each member would interact with the other. I’ve noticed that Zephyrus would always look back to check on Blade and Siren, and whenever Blade looked like he was in any sort of distress (which was rare by all means), Zephyrus would immediately stop what he was doing in order to protect Blade.

Blade would bicker with Siren every once in a while, and would occasionally stop protecting Siren just to prove some sort of point, but he would never take it too far and prioritized the safety of Zephyrus and Siren. With his interactions with Siren, it made me wonder if they were related in some sort of way. Their duality couldn't be something strangers could just bond with one another. That goes for Zephyrus too. It was like his wings were assembled feather by feather in order to protect those boys.

I exhaled deeply out of my nose, thumping my forehead on the board. If anything, it felt like I was making up bullshit as I went, and it was driving me insane. I stepped away from the board and plopped down in my seat, rolling away from my computer desk and into the middle of the room.

I was growing restless and getting tired from watching at a distance. So badly I craved the feeling of just wanting to be in an isolated area with one of these villains. A one-on-one session wouldn't be so bad with the syndicate at this rate. I knew it was dangerous, and frankly I think HQ wouldn't be so fond of me interacting with a villain on a personal level like that, but boredom was seeping into my veins like a snake.

Knock knock.

I whip my head around, realizing it was George standing outside my door. His goggles were resting on his head and he was wearing his civilian clothes. I waved at him through the window, giving him the signal that he could come in. He twisted the knob before closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said, slightly waving his hand. “just wanted to check up on your progress before I head home for the day.” He walked up to the corkboard, examining each little Polaroid and handwritten note with his hands in his pockets. I watched as his eyes darted to each spew of information.

Finally, he turned to me and pointed. “Haven't gotten to Siren yet, I presume.” he commented. I sighed, twirling a little in my chair.

“Yeah, this week I was gonna evaluate Siren.” I softly chuckled. Suddenly, a question that had been lingering in my mind arose. George and I were were similar in regards of power, but George was prioritized as a main hero. “Hey, George?” I asked.

“what's up?” He replied, tilting his head. I sat up in my chair, playing with my sleeves as I spoke.

“How did you end up fighting as a hero? I mean I heard you used to be in the detainment center too for a while, but now you're a regular fighter.” I asked. This question had been in my mind the moment I learned about his powers. To be completely honest, comparing me and him together, my powers would serve to be more useful in battle. Shouldn't he be the one in the detainment center rather than me?

“To be completely honest, (y/n), I just had connections.” he answered blankly. I tilted my head, a little confused. He continued to explain as he returned his gaze to my board.

“I didn't have to prove myself. I didn't have to go on this wild mission just to show that I wouldn't use this dangerous power for bad. All I did was be friends with Clay.” He shrugged. “I don't know if he coerced the council or they just noticed that I hung out with the heroes a lot, but one day they just.. Transferred me into the team with the occasional detainment center gig.”

I sat there with furrowed eyebrows and an expression of bewilderment. “How long did it take you to transfer..?” I quietly asked.

“Oh, like about three months I guess.” he answered nonchalantly.

Three.. Huh..?

Roughly I've been working my ass off for five months straight, and every time I request that I take up any type of hero mission, just as simple as to patrol, I either get denied or get no response, and he’s telling me that it's as easy as just being friends with Clay..?

I smiled and looked at George. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” he nodded before waving his hand.

“Yeah, I'll catch you later, (y/n).” and with that, he left my office.

I couldn't help but sit there and sulk. Who would've known that my goal was much easier to achieve as long as I was buddy buddy with hero of the century? It felt all unfair.

I looked at my corkboard again. My information suddenly felt so.. Useless. I barely learned a thing. How would the information I'm learning now contribute anything spectacular on the battle field?

My eyes then wandered to Siren.

A man of notorious power.

A man I haven’t evaluated yet.

And a man who I was going to see tonight.

I left the office at around 9 o'clock, which was usually when villains and vigilantes started to wander the streets. I thought it was best to be on the streets as a civilian. Despite me not being a battlefield hero, it was still important not to draw any attention. I was still a hero, which meant regardless, I was a potential target. I sauntered the streets of South Bay. It had been a while since I was in this area, at least in civilian form. There were some times I was here dressed as a hero, but it was because I was doing research on the Syndicate. Other than that, I never really found a purpose being in here.

That, and the fact that I didn’t want to see Wil anytime soon.

I clutched my bag close to me, wandering through the empty streets. Rats were scurrying in alleyways and litter was scattered alongside the pavement. There was a light breeze enough to send chills amongst my skin. Only the flickers of the streetlights could be heard buzzing above me.

“Fuck, what am I getting myself into..” I muttered quietly to myself. I rubbed my shoulders, attempting to warm myself up. There was no sign of Siren, or any villain showing up for that matter. Sighing, I looked at the building across the street. Maybe a rooftop would be a good view? I was reaching for simply anything. Any sort of danger, excitement, something more than just that plain gray interrogation room and the constant buzzing of the ceiling lights. Sighing, I began walking across the street to find the fire escape of a building.

After what felt like millions of flights of stairs, I was finally at the top. My legs ached and my breath was unsteady. I felt like collapsing onto the cold concrete and falling asleep forever. When I looked up, I noticed that one of the double doors were open ajar with a stopper. Curious, I peaked through the cracks to see if anyone else was on this rooftop with me.

Lo and behold,

There he stood.

Siren leaned against the concrete barrier as he stared at the night sky. His flop of brown hair swooshed with the quiet winds along with the end tails of his coat. It took enough will power to not continue to gawk at the sight.

I needed a way to see him up close.

I covered one eye and projected a hallucination with the other. There, I summed a tiny cat wandering around the rooftop. It's small paws weren't enough to provoke him, meaning that I had to make noise hallucinations as well.

A tiny meow squeaked from the small creature, finally grabbing the attention of the villain. Siren turned his head only to be met face to face with the creature.

“Aw.. Hey there little buddy..” he cooed. He then fully turned around, letting me catch a glimpse of his appearance.

His coat hugged his curves perfectly, and he was masked with a navy blue blindfold. I couldn't make out his complexion that well under the moonlight. The cat sat a few feet away from him, tempting him to move closer. Siren looked around to check his surroundings before walking over and crouching to the cat’s level.

Holy shit.

Siren was right in front of me.

“You're so cute!” he exclaimed in awe. I watched as his hand steadily approached the feline as I manifested the feeling of fur against his touch. He carefully caressed it as I leaned closer against the ajar door to get a better look at the man.

“You know.. I don't know why but something about you reminds me of her.” Siren noted. I retreated a little from the door. Should I be listening to this? This seems a little personal. Siren chuckled. “I don't know. There's a feeling to you, little guy, that reminds me of when I was teen.” he moved his hand so that is was now under the cats chin. Siren sighed, admiring the cat. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at it.

“I.. I miss them.” He finally uttered. “She was my beautiful lily when we were kids.” He softly chuckled. I made the cat cuddle up to him more, earning more of his trust. Without realizing, I was holding my breath, straining my ears just to hear another word from him. “That makes me sound old, doesn't it?” I directed the cat to meow in response. The adrenaline was sparking through my body from such a high risk position, but this has been the most information I've ever gotten from a villain, all in five minutes! I leaned in more to listen.

“I remember back when we were kids we would always go to each other's houses after school. They would help me with work and then I would make lunch for us together.” he smiled. “I-I didn't even know how to cook! I would have to ask my dad the night before just to learn a simple recipe. Then my brother would complain we were making too much noise..”

What..? But that sounds so..

Siren lifted his head up, staring into the midnight sky. His smile slowly started to fade as an expression of regret only rested upon his lips. “I messed up..” he muttered. “I really did.. And I.. I wonder if they're okay. Last time I saw them was at that Cafe weeks back. Maybe I could ask Tom if he's seen them..”

Oh..

Oh, fuck.

I frantically blinked and lost my concentration to keep the cat hallucination. The cat had disappeared from his grasp, but thankfully, Siren was still looking up at the sky. Without sparing a second, I raced down the stairs, frantic to leave the area as quickly as I could. I started skipping steps and near tumbling as I descended down each flight. It wasn't until I burst through the doors and ran down the street I finally felt safe.

My chest burned along with my face. The cold air stung my cheeks and my legs wobbled with each step, but I was finally far enough to be considered safe. My feet slammed against the grainy, empty road as my lungs desperately searched for air.

Fuck,

I had almost gotten caught.

I ran my fingers through my messy, tangled hair as I attempted to regain my composure. Once my vision steadied, I began looking around. I looked to my left, seeing a familiar set of buildings close together. The distinct streetlight standing on the edge of the sidewalk and the few couple of trees planted in their designated area.

This familiar area could only mean one thing.

I slowly turned to my right, only to be met with the big logo of a big cloud and cursive letters, with a coffee doodle shining in LED.

Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe.

And there was Tommy at the counter.

“(y/n)?”

I whipped my head around, eyes widening even more.

“Wilbur..?”

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a / n ~ adding a cliffhanger after already not posting in so long smhh but its definitely gave me more motivation to keep working on this fic. maybe ill post it on ao3? idkk. likes, reblogs, and replies are super superrr appreciated! :D

tagging ~ @joviepog @heartofwritiing @themonsterunderurmom @listenheresweaty

[skittzdaskittle]

qsmp/dsmp Brothers au

I have created and drawn an au where Chyanne and Tallulah lived in the dsmp 👀

Chyanne is Wilbur's (biological) twin brother and Tallulah is Fundy's younger sister 👍

There's a lot of potential for this au

I'm calling it (dsmp) Brothers au, because the song fits their relationships very well:

Chyanne came over to the server (Philza style) a little after doomsday started and Tallulah was here since the birth of L'manburg (and takes on traits more from her mom's side, if you couldn't tell XD)

Overall compared to dsmp normally, they make it a way better place

Chyanne is an overall protector and definitely has beef with Quackity, mostly for Las Nevadas. He almost killed Dream when he tried hunting down Tommy after he escaped prison. Chyanne generally keeps watch to make sure nothing happens

Tallulah tries to make things a little better for everyone, she postponed Technoblade attacking and summoning withers and tried to ease the tension between the two sides when wilbur blew up l'manburg, occasionally snuck over to Tommy's exile to check up on him, unfortunately Dream found out and threatened her. She gives specifically colored flowers to people she cares about or feels they don't have anyone, she's given a flower to Eret and is Jack's closet friend

They're both very close to their brothers