no hate to wilbur but it's literally the same outfit XD
also
i need to be doing hw
i was offended at first, but this is cursed and i'm feeling cursed, so this ask has been revivified from months ago
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Wilbur
Song- For The First Time by Mac DeMarco
Handwritten notes, clocks, broken pencils, open windows, wine glasses, wax dripping onto table, walking canes, playing piano, record stores, playing cards,
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character aesthetics. (main cast)
series masterlist
THE CAPTAIN, with you as (y/n) (y/l/n) aka yourself
“I’m not one that’s easy to kill, darling. Ask Death.”
THE PRESIDENT, with wilbur soot as himself
“It was never meant to be.”
THE QUATERMASTER, with katherine mcnamara as fei nilsen
“We should’ve let you drown back in Vinael with the other traitors. At least then you would have finally belonged somewhere.”
THE INNOCENT, with auli’i cravalho as alana hale
“If Tommy can use a bow then why can’t I? Teach me and I can help you out!”
THE HEART, with froy gutierrez as elio evans
“I’ve been told I’m too soft for my own good but everyone seems to forget that I was raised alongside warriors—by the heroes and enemies of wars you read about in school. I could end your life as quickly as I could save it, but of course being reasonable means I am soft.”
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Headcanons or a one shot of siren Wilbur, not siren from the fanfic, wilbur literally being a siren and developing some obsession with the reader, like simpbur but with a siren tail and a little bit more dangerous :3?
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Sirenbur Being Obsessed With Reader
Sirenbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Not wholesome! Smut! Stalking and creepy stuff!
Another slay by 🧭anon :D
Headcannons below cut!
~You’d be walking past the river on your way home from work at night, and Wilbur would sense you were there, another victim for him to lure in.
~However, when he sung the song of sirens, meant to seduce and lure you in, you just… didn’t hear it. It didn’t effect you.
~It infuriated him, this gorgeous girl, so seemingly innocent and alone, not being drawn in to him?
~Switches into his human form the next night, waiting on a bench in a hopefully-casual way.
~”I’m so sorry, but do you have the time?” He’d ask when you walked past, his eyes glinting silver as they bore into yours.
~You’d smile politely, slightly taken aback by the handsome stranger without a phone or a watch. “Quarter after eight,” you’d reply, and he’d thank you with an almost-scary smile.
~Just his luck, your apartment building is along the river, and he’d switch back to his true form to silently wade in the water, watching you walk into the building and almost moaning aloud when he sees your apartment looks over the river.
~Learns your daily schedule, following you to and from work in the murky river water.
~Occasionally turns into his human form to follow you around town freely.
~You’d come to know him as the friendly yet handsome stranger who shares a similar schedule to you, the stranger with an always kind smile and eyes that glinted almost otherworldly.
~Once he figures out how to pick a lock, it’s over for him.
~Spends his time in your apartment when you’re at work, burying his nose in your bedsheets and stealing your panties to take back to his watery home, to wrap around his cock and fuck his fist, imagining being buried deep in you instead.
~The farthest he’d go, however, is watch you sleep.
~He wanted to touch you. So badly, in fact, it almost brought him to tears.
~But you were perfect, otherworldly, so innocent and immune to his charms.
~He couldn’t ruin you. Not yet.
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