#reviived

[yellowrcses]

   // @reviived​ asked: "I want one coffveve, Toms." - Siren!Wil :3c

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   --> “If you promise to never say it like that again, maybe.”

[mementoteoblivisci]

   // @reviived​ asked: "How's flight training going, Chicken Little?" - o!wilbur >:3c

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   --> “I’m not a fucking chicken, Wilbur.” He scowls, looking over to the Phantom. “It’s going fine, now fuck off.”

[voiidcursed]

reviived’s dealt card:

[ INHALE ]:         while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another. -- with Simpbur :3

Ignis hates the way the club is cramped like this, the way hands linger on their body, the smell of sweat and booze and other.. illicit substances. Their breath comes slow, measured, keeping themselves calm as they pick their cup up off their table. Then they heard it.

They turned, hand already coming up to grab the other by a collar, pressing the other against the wall with a snarl.

“Care to keep your nose to yourself there?”

Their voice is gruff smelling like honey and whiskey and smoke as they keep the other person pinned there.

[bestnightmares-moved]

|| I can't wait to be vibe checked by Dream thanks

[ originally I was only making this blog to antagonize @tmmyrp but :) im definitely open for terrorizing other characters ]

[apatheticdaydreamer]

➳ "We're both a little... you know." 💅 Yes, he's doing the hand thing.

"Both..what?" George copied the hand movement,looking utterly perplexed. What the hell did that even mean.

"I don't get it. Limp in the wrist?"

[yellowrcses]

   // @reviived​ asked: ❛  i'm  surprised  you   want  anything  to  do  with  me.  let  alone  find  me.  ❜ - wren and tommy angst time <3

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   --> “You’re my brother. No matter what, I’m still gonna want you around, dickhead.” Tommy leans against a nearby wall, watching his brother closely. He’s not letting him run away again. Not without a talk. Tommy liked to think he deserved at least that much from his runaway older brother.

[yellowrcses]

   // cont. from here! || @reviived​

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  --> Something is going on here, and he doesn't like it. He... can definitely see why he was told to find Wilbur. That gaze seems far too reminiscent of Pogtopia, and for a brief moment, he finds himself back in the narrow caverns of their ravine, staring down a visibly unraveling Wilbur.

  What was going on here? What had happened to his brother to send him down this route once again...?

  "Chat told me to come talk to you. Said something about... Schlatt? The fuck 's going on?"

[yellowrcses]

   // @reviived​ asked: Tommy's dead. There's nothing left, right? What would he do without him? The blame is lingering in Wilbur's mind, pacing back and forth in front of Tommy's little shack.  All is well, until he heard rustling. Pausing, the former president lifted his head to see.. a ghost?

   "Toms?"

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   --> Tommy’s house is cold. It almost always is, it’s a dirt shack after all. But after the sole occupant’s death, it never seemed to get warm. No matter how much sunlight or if a fire was lit, it remained constantly cold. As if something was keeping the home that temperature.

   After all, ghosts were always cold.

   At the sound of someone in his-- in Tommy’s-- home, a pale figure peeks around the corner, out of what used to be Shroud’s room. It’s not like the boy could remain in a place without his parent. Phan hoped he was with Tubbo like they originally planned in case this happened. Upon realizing who exactly was in the home, he has to fight not to hide-- Wilbur. Wilbur scares him.

   But he’s been seen, so he has to respond. Right? That’s... that’s how that works.

   “... hi, Wilbur. Why... why are you here...?”