Woah. Hey. Hi. Do you know how long it's been since I was on Tumblr? Literally years, dude. This used to be an Inscryption fan page. I used to write lowkey shitty smut here. Wild stuff.
Anyways! I have crawled myself out of the Black and White to scream into yet another void about how much I love Wilbur Cross and Miss Holloway. I WILL search high and low for anyone who will hear me out. I am perfectly normal about them and I would never under any circumstance be unnormal about them to any degree. Definitely. I also I guess slightly yumeship with Wilbur (is that what we're calling it now? self ship? idk I just want that freaky man-thing). I just eat up any Wilbur related content I don't give a shit who he's paired with or anything, I'm just along for the ride.
I write fanfic on A03! You can find me here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/paninib1tch
I mostly write stuff related to Wilbur, usually character study stuff or mainly hollowilbur centered things. I have a continuing storyline that I'm exploring right now with them, centered on their consistent reincarnation and conflict across timeline: https://archiveofourown.org/series/6057301
Have Wilbur related prompts? Send your suggestions my way! I'd love new ideas and prompts to write about.
Someone talk to me about hollowilbur okay thank you byeeeeeeee
Spent a lot of today thinking about Wilbur and Grace Chastity.
I think he's really parental towards her in a lot of different timelines. Like on one hand his first interactions with her are probably because he's supposed to be evil and manipulate her into killing people but at the same time, I think deep down he always wanted to have a baby girl. There's still part of him deep down that wanted a family and he projects that onto her, even if it's a sick and twisted bond centered on their worship of the Lords.
Ohhhh I have evil ideas now.
What if sometimes he shows up in timelines just to find her as a baby in the hospital and hold her for a little while just to feel something close to love again.
I'm going to write something heartbreaking about this one day just y'all wait.
Also I wonder if she was a very fragile baby and needed a lot of medical support and her parents would always call her "our little miracle" growing up because she barely survived.
I've been writing a season of Nightmare Time in my head that follows the five years after Max Jagerman is saved from the Waylon House. Grace's episode is... well. When Grace Chasity doesn't find chaos, the chaos comes to her.
(click through for better quality, comic dialogue + descriptions under the cut for easier reading)
All comic panels are on a light blue background; characters are in thin black linework.
[FIRST PANEL: External shot of Hatchetfield's Church, surrounded by trees and greenery.]
Grace Chasity: Mom, Dad you guys go ahead.
[SECOND PANEL: Ext. Church zoomed in to Grace standing outside the church doors. Her parents walk away, Karen waves goodbye to her. Grace waves back.]
Karen Chasity: Are you sure, sweetie?
Mark Chasity: Oh, let her pray, mother.
Karen: She's so devoted. Alright dear, we'll see you at home.
[THIRD PANEL: Int. view of Grace's side profile, lowering her hand, smile faded. Behind her on the wall is a stained glass window depicting Eve Tempted By The Serpent by William Blake. All the glass pieces are varying shades of blue, navy, muted light and dark teals. The only thing in vivid color is the apple in lime green. It hangs above Grace's head before she walks back inside, revealing the whole painting. She kneels at a pew and sighs.]
[FOURTH PANEL: Front-on view of Grace, hands together in prayer. There's a ping of a notification, and she opens an eye to look.]
[FIFTH PANEL: She glances over to a group chat. In it are Max, Grace, Ruth, Richie, Pete, and Steph. The texts read as follows:
Max Jagerman: hey nerdz, party @ Kyle's
Richie: We're invited??
Max Jagerman: txt 1- ya U saved my life dumbazzes lol. just dont b lame / txt 2- will u b there, Grace / txt 3- two flirty face emojis
Grace slams the phone face down.]
[SIXTH PANEL: Grace holds her hands in prayer tighter, looking grumpier and grumbling under her breath. Her head perks up at a voice; a black speech bubble with lime green text appears on the right.
Man: This world needs a cleanse, don't it?]
[SEVENTH PANEL: Grace over to her left, our right. Beside her Wilbur Cross, palms together in prayer obscuring a smirking face. Side profile of Grace trying to refocus but she can't help but side eye.
Grace: I don't know if you're new here, but for future reference: it's rude to interrupt somebody in prayer.
Wilbur Cross: Oh, but God's always listening anyway, ain't he? He knows what's in your heart.]
[EIGHTH PANEL: View over Wilbur's shoulder; devious eyes, serpent smile.
Wilbur: Maybe I know what's in yours, too.
Grace grabs her things and stands up to leave.
Grace: You, sir, don't know anything. Now please, if you'd excuse me.]
[NINTH PANEL: Grace, walking away, is stopped in her tracks when Wilbur next speaks.
Grace (mumbling): Criminy, some people...
Wilbur: That Maxy-Poo really got to your pretty little head there, Amazin' Grace.]
[TENTH PANEL: Grace looks back, altar behind her. Wilbur leans back and laxly rests his arms on the pew.
Grace: What... you...
Wilbur: Not so hasty now. Come on, sit yourself down, I won't bite.
Grace hesitates, then sits down a few pews ahead of him needing distance but... listening. Pew by pew, Wilbur inches closer.
Wilbur: I'll cut right to the chase, Grace. This world is... dirty. Lot of Jagermen out there making OUR jobs a whole lot harder. What job is that? Serving the Powers That Be. Now, I get the feeling that this is really tearing you up inside. And you hold it all on your shoulders, 'cause no one understands.]
[TENTH PANEL: Wilbur, synthetically sympathetic face, puts a hand to his heart. Grace looks over her shoulder and looks troubled.
Wilbur: But I do. And I say it's okay. UNLOAD that burden.]
[ELEVENTH PANEL: Shot of Grace from the lips down, legs crossed tight and body tense. Accompanied are an image of Max, a close-up of Wilbur's eyes in which his view of Grace is reflected in full color, and a close-up of her hand flexing and wanting. Her speech bubbles, originally a buttery yellow, start fading to green.
Grace: Ever since that creep-- MAX JAGERMAN-- started bothering me, things have gone to all heck. I'm feeling things that are so... u n n a t u r a l. My mind's been POISONED.]
[TWELFTH PANEL: Close-up of Grace's hand by her crucifix necklace. She reaches for her cross, Cross reaches for her.
Wilbur: And this is what makes us kindred spirits, you and I. That thing in your heart. WRATH.]
[THIRTEENTH PANEL: Grace front-on, quiet fury on her face. The page is colored dark black at the top and fades back to light blue towards the bottom. His words surround her from all sides.
Wilbur: Don't it just burn you up inside? The injustice? The grime? The FILTH? ... 'Course, it doesn't have to. You can make it go AWAY.]
[FOURTEENTH PANEL: Grace has a tentative expression, wanting to believe. Behind her Cross smiles and gets up. He's won his kill
Grace: I... I can?
Wilbur: 'Course you can. After all...]
[FIFTEENTH PANEL: Wilbur behind her, leaving. Grace is still looking forward contemplative. Her speech bubbles have become Wilbur's inverse, lime green on black text.
Wilbur: YOU, Grace Chasity, are the most important girl in the world.
Grace (confused, whips head): Me? What are you--]
[SIXTEENTH PANEL: Wide shot Grace looking over her shoulder, church interior sprawling behind her. Pews, high ceilings, crucifix statue behind an altar table. Back to front-on shot of her. She looks forward and then downward.]
[SEVENTEENTH PANEL: Atop her phone is a green apple that wasn't there before. Close-up view that takes up most of the panel of her hand holding the apple. View zooms out, all surroundings have faded, save for Grace from the torso up assessing what's in her hand. One step closer to darkness.]
Anxiety is so fucking stupid cause why am I out here thinking “man I wonder if everyone secretly hates more for being annoying about my blorbo… on the being annoying about your blorbo website.”
