#c!friend

[itsdrychalk]

have some blue :p

[calmthefuckdownalright]

I learned that swans can die from a broken heart. I have idea for a fiction with this information. What about a revivedbur x swan hybrid!reader fic where he comes back to her, expecting to pick up where the relationship left off, only to find her dead. Like she died of a broken heart because she got attached to ghostbur. I also have an idea for a line you could implement "A heart guarded for so long is so very delicate."

Title: The Swan Song

Tw: Death, grief

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It was beautiful, what Ghostbur had cultivated with you. Every brush of your lame wings against icy skin was heaven and every stolen kiss a fragment of the love that blossomed from the dead and living.

"I'll be right back, it's just a small favor. Tommy promises it'll be fine.” Ghostbur swore and pressed his head to yours with a smile. 

“Please be careful ‘Bur.” You muttered and pulled him close. The black that masked over your eyes shone in the setting sun and soon the party would set out to kill Dream. The man who had taken everything from your loved one and condemned him to a hellish afterlife.

“Always my love.” Ghostbur said cheerfully and tucked a cornflower behind your ear as a parting gift. A promise to return to your arms.

| Afterwards |

“Y/N?” Tommy’s voice was sullen and water dripped from his hair, no doubt from swimming in the lagoon that surrounded the awful prison.

“Tommy?” You looked up at his sorrowful eyes. They were red from tears that still ran down his cheeks. It worried you and the downy feathers that clung to your flightless wings drooped.

“I-I’m sorry.” Tommy broke down and avoided your eyes.

“Why?” You asked and your brow furrowed. “Why, Tommy?! Where’s Ghostbur?” 

Silence followed your question.

“Where is he Tommy?!” You shouted and a bleating sound of a sheep answered you from outside. 

“Dream...he killed him.” Tommy sobbed and pulled Friend close. Even the sheep looked pitiful with it’s wool soaked and eyes saddened without it’s owner to pet and hug him.

“He’s dead, Y/N. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Tommy cried and your heart broke. Physically in your chest something shattered open and your breath caught in your throat as tears sprang up.

Darkness closed in quickly and nothing came to stop you from sobbing and screaming of your lost love. Someone you’d lost twice now. It was too much. Wilbur wasn’t coming back...

| Later On |

The sunrise was glorious. It painted everything as beautifully as he remembered and now it was just a matter of time before he saw you. He ran every step to your house. Ever leap of his feet drew him closer to the love of his life, his death, and now his resurrection.

He would never be alone again. It was time he kept you at his side. Long after it even.

“Y/N! I’m back!” He burst through your door with overjoyed excitement to only be met with darkness. No candles lit your bookshelves and the smell of dust had already accumulated in your home.

“Y/N?”  Wilbur called out and found a decaying cornflower laying in the middle of your entry way. It was surrounded by the downy feathers he had always loved and as he picked up each one, along with the flower, something pricked in his chest. A worrisome emotion.

So he ran again. He searched and searched and searched again until he found the bravest man he knew, and the only one he thought that might know where you had ran off to.

“Wil, mate...” Phil’s eyes clouded with sorrow and Wilbur’s heart dropped. He clutched the feathers desperately in hope that was sure to plummet.

“She died...” His father finally spoke out and Wilbur’s world crashed down. “She loved you so much Wil, but a heart guarded for so long is so very delicate.”

Philza lowered his son into a chair and took the limp cornflower from his loosened grip. 

“She couldn’t take losing you a second time with Ghostbur.” Phil said slowly and crouched before him. The dark broken wings on his back stretched towards his son and Wilbur fell into his father’s chest with heaving breaths and sobbing eyes.

“I loved her, Phil. I never got to tell her I was back. She could’ve been fine, if I’d just been faster.” Wilbur sobbed and Phil wrapped dark feathers around him.

“It’s not your fault Wil,” Philza promised and shushed his son gently. “There was nothing you could’ve done. She’s gone, and I’m so sorry.”

Legend paints the story that Wilbur cried for two days straight in his father’s arms and dedicated his life to eradicating Dream’s plans and his life was pulled apart little by little. Stories say that the once mighty general, turned ghost, turned man alive again, mourned the loss of his love long after her death.

He traveled all of The Greater Dream SMP with feathers tucked behind his ears and made into a necklace with a single blue petal preserved against his chest. He fought alongside his brother and protected his home. He played music and amended his wrong doings all in her memory. Wilbur inhabited the former house of Y/N L/N and even tended to the sheep that formerly belonged to his spirited form. 

Wilbur mourned and loved. He left for Utah with those feathers and necklace of down and a single petal. Legend says he will be buried in them and rejoice only when he is reunited in the afterlife with his love where he will protect her heart from ever breaking again.

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[bleuberriies]

Crimbois :)

[emthelion]

Hypothetical Question:

If a person (let's say for the argument, me) were to start selling crochet plushies of Friend the Sheep, would any of you lot in the void of the Internet be willing to part with your well-earned money to purchase said plushies?

[king-of-the-oranges]

Guys Ghostbur doesn’t remember Friend.

He remembers Tommy’s kindness, but not Tommy.

His two favourite beings in the world aren’t even memories anymore, they’re whispers of a past life he’ll never know again.

[dandelionpixels]

okay so i love the hc of tommy dying his revival stripe bc he doesn’t want to look like wilbur. and i understand the red i do but let me pitch something else. blue. because he wanted to match with friend and ghostbur :)

[kinokokingdom]

i created a friend and rosie fusion thing for my au and i’m in love with them so much :(( i’ve named them rosebud and they are also a carnivore