#o!wilbur

[keyriingz]

o!wilbur

canonically learned or was learning how to fly as a kid at some point

was complimented on having a good internal compass

[markdrawsinpen]

Lots of art today :D

lets start with the phantoms!!

[tiny-critter-fool]

he is sooooo hiding something stolen behind his back

i bet he has an array of hats to protect himself from sunlight

[millkywite]

Sorry to be that one and put x reader stuff on the tag but. O!Wilbur/Phantombur knowing when you're overworking yourself through the nights. You're writing down the necessary items for your next project in your notebook while drinking coffee and suddenly, boom, it actually tea? Strange, you could swear you had put coffee in your mug. Huh? Where's your book? Why had the lights turned off??

Then two arms wrap themselves around your neck, something (rather someone) is nuzzling on top of your hair. "You've been awake for too long my pearl." His gravey voice echoes through your study, bright green eyes now looking down at you in a plea for your rest. You laugh, knowing you can't decieve him on this matter, he can smell the sweet, sweet scent of the melatonin in your body, he told you this months ago. So you just crawl back into your sheets with your phantom partner watching over your slumber.

Phantoms might punish those who don't sleep well but for you? Wilbur will be your gardian angel, watching out for any threat around as you sleep peacefully.

WSS fuck off, you are the scum of your family.

[crowsarttrove]

Posting all my stuff from @extremetimedchallengeexchange because i think im done posting now.

Flight Training, my main gift

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58604476

Philza teaches Tommy how to fly, and SBI make a pillow nest together.

My treats

Its all origins. Im very normal

[scheepstep]

btw, I've decided to mute any and all iterations of Wilbur Soot and his characters, no matter what the circumstance

And I will no longer support the idea of "Character Over Creator". As far as I'm concerned, Wilbur Soot and all of his characters no longer exist

I'm sick of seeing his face, even in character/rp/WHATEVER form

[genevawrenn]

Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

✨For meIIohisunsets New Years 2022 Fic Exchange Event ✨o!Wilbur & o!Tommy, o!Wilbur & o!Philza [Crimeboys, Sand Duo] ✨5K W.C. ✨o!Wilbur-centric on Origins SMP ✨MCD & SBI Inc as Found Family ✨A gift for @catsloveluna ✨Blackbird by The Beatles

He could still picture the Crowfather’s face, seeing his dead son in the fog before the now middle-aged man. The Elytrian nearly fainted the moment Wilbur turned up on his doorstep, asking to come in. He remembers his father’s face vividly that stormy night, lighting flashing in those pale sky eyes while he stared open-mouthed at the one waving sheepishly. Many more lines ran through his Father’s flesh now, a distanced look in his eye before he truly recognised who stands before him.

“Wil-Wilbur?” He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.

Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. “Hello Dad!”

Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son’s strong jawbone. “My son, what happened to you?”

“My own hubris.” Wilbur chokes out, tears swelling as he lets his concentration fall, Phil flinching back when his hand suddenly sinks through his son. “I fell into a ravine and died. I don't know how long ago, several years judging by how everything has changed, then reappeared several days ago out of my mangled skeleton and made my way here.”

Phil chatters angrily at that, his End blood showing in the Enderian he mutters under his breath while glaring at his son before that expression broke. Pure sorrow flowed over his face, wrinkles more apparent while he gazed at Wilbur. A slight whistle rang through his accented voice, eyes begging the see-through brunette to say yes.

“Do you need a place to stay, mate?”

“That would be great, Dad.”

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

thought about origins smp sandduo and have to lie down