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[leenfiend]

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[alcesalces-moose]

um like……. house and wilson or whatever….

[lmanburgseulogy]

C!WILBUR INSANE POSTING. guess what. It’s actually about revival arc 😎 wahhoo

Sorry if it’s unorganized i’m too lazy to read it back 💯 plus probably none of you have the attention span to read this /j

LONG LONG POST UNDER CUT!

Brown mop of curls that are frizzy and uncared for, white streaks contrasting the rest. They stick out no matter how much he tries to hide them. When he gets so stressed he tugs at his hair, he notices that its gotten longer since when he actually tried to keep up with it. It wraps around the curves of his ears and turns upwards at the scruff of his neck.

There’s a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, a reminding mark of a general with a heavy expression going into battle.

His eyes look unfocused over cracked glasses, it always seems like he’s not fully in the moment. Maybe he isn’t, not anymore. His gaze only settles on the ways everyone has changed, when he’s the same person who stood at that button. His absent stare contradicts the heavy smile lines gained years ago. He can’t remember the last time his smile reached that high. Feels awfully forced these days, even when he is happiest. He knows he doesn’t deserve it.

Wilbur struggles with bright lights after being in the dark so long in limbo. His head is always throbbing, and by noon it feels like a very tiny man is pushing his eyes right out from behind. Sometimes he gets too overstimulated and can’t think or stand straight. Tommy worried about him, but he can handle himself.

He has permanent eye bags from decades of sleepless nights. When he puts himself on the stage to be perceived by other’s judgmental stares he lathers thick foundation over the darkest parts. he knows they would notice if he covered all of it. They notice every little detail.

Wilbur’s nose is crooked and hooked at the end. A bump holds his glasses in place where freckles spot his skin. He loves the sunrise, he likes the marks it leaves for him. Maybe the light is finally reclaiming him.

His chin is covered in scratchy stubble. It’s thick and itchy, but his hands are to shaky to shave anymore. He learned that the hard way. He could get someone to do it for him, but who would? People always attack him in the small, minor inconveniences. They seem to hit wilbur harder than anyone else.

His Adam’s apple is very prominent. He gets it from his father.

Two white scars cross down his chest, making an “X.” They are surrounded by dark, unruly burns. When he gets the motivation to change his clothes, he thinks about a fallen country’s flag, which looks very similar to his own body. A part of him hates it, a part of him knows there was a time he would live the flag with pride. He almost hates that more. Sometimes he feels like all he is is the day he got those scars, since that’s all they see him for. He tries not to think about it. Never turns out well when he falls in the pit that is his mind.

*weight mentioned ahead, implied starving as a form of self harm

Wilbur often squishes the fat on his arms and stomach. He doesn’t remember a time where his belly or thighs were this soft, only his ribs casting jagged shadows down his front or his skin wrapped tightly over his bones. It didn’t take long for him to get tired of the potatoes in Pogtopia. Or, that’s what he told everyone when they gave him that look. Pity, he knew it to be. He didn’t need to be pitied, not when this is what they want him to be. A man falling apart, another dog in the ring.

Wilbur thought it was odd, his new shape and stretch marks. He didn’t really hate it though. He is almost comfortable in himself, even when most of his meals were barely choked down. Phil likes to reassure him the healing continues, and he knows his dad isn’t a liar of course, but Wilbur tends to spill his uncontrollable emotion into every good thing. It’s whatever.

Wilbur has lumbar scoliosis, so right before his hips his spine curves into a “C.”

He remembers his mother talking to Phil after his exam for it. Her voice was wound up tight, ranting to phil about how he might be paralyzed when he got older. He can’t remember his mother much, yet that memory is clear as day. He would love to tell her he’s moving about just fine, except for the constant pain. Tommy says it’s normal though. (yes lets ask tommy for medical advice. sure king)

Scars litter his body, all around. Some big, some small. Some major injuries like The Final Control Room, and some are minor losses not even worth noticing during battle. A lot he doesn’t remember. Which might be for the better.

His fingernails are short and chipped. He expects it to be from clawing at the walls in limbo, the scraping sound makes him shiver to think of.

When Wilbur hits his head on doorframes he remembers family photos of him sticking out like a sore thumb in the line. He had his growth spurt early, and got a little too tall for his liking. Techno joked he was 1/4 torso 3/4 leg. Easy to intimidate people though!

Wilbur’s bones ache a lot. They’re old things, he thinks when he hears the pop of his knees. Sometimes the aching gets so bad he can only sit, which is embarrasing when he has to plop down on the prime path while Tommy gives him the worry look again. One time Eret found him catching his breath by the museum, boy he hated that. He remembered the last time they saw each other, when he apologized. Kind of awkward. He wished he could run away, like during L’manburg. A slight smile on his face when the breeze swept his hair back, legs moving in rhythm against the ground. He’s pathetic now, not even able to walk away if he tried. Potions never numb it as much as he hopes.

[feketeribizli]

3 hours 30 minutes left...

[cheesebrackers]

Now that I have this ability I'm not ever gonna stop

[thecreaturecodex]

Wahhoo

Image accessed at Wookiepedia here

[The wahhoo is unusual for a newspaper hoax, in that the paper that performed it, the Reno Weekly Gazette, actually went to the well a couple of times. It also mentions that feature beloved in fearsome critters, that the legs on one side are longer than the legs on the other, because it always goes around hills in the same direction.]

Wahhoo CR 4 NE Magical Beast This vile creature looks something like a wolf and something like a boar, with a muscular snout over a fanged and tusked maw.

A wahhoo is a strange feral creature with a dim, malign intelligence. They are common near the sites of mass graves and other necromantic hot-spots, and frequently have glowing red eyes, rotting wounds that never heal and other signs of supernatural evil afflicting their bodies. Wahhoos are predators that feed eagerly on the living, carrion or undead creatures, and they can devour undead creatures without negative consequences.

Wahhoos are much despised by the living and the dead alike, and ghouls will go out of their way to exterminate wahhoos whenever possible. Most wahhoos live in rugged terrain such as cliffs, caves or errant boulders and range to lower ground at night in search of prey. They are just as capable of living alone as in groups, and packs of wahhoos typically form whenever resources are especially common. These packs function on a dominance hierarchy enforced by violence. Fatal confrontations are not unheard of, and the loser is promptly devoured by the winner.

Wahhoos range in size as wolves do, but tend towards lean and compact builds. Their fur is typically dark gray to black with white flecks.

Wahhoo               CR 4 XP 1,200 NE Medium magical beast Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +4, scent Defense AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+1 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 natural) hp 42 (5d10+15) Fort +7, Ref +5, Will +2; +4 vs. necromancy and negative energy effects DR 5/magic; Immune disease, fear Defensive Abilities death proof Offense Speed 40 ft., climb 20 ft. Melee bite +8 (1d6+3), 2 claws +8 (1d4+3) Special Attacks gaze, pounce Statistics Str 17, Dex 13, Con 17, Int 3, Wis 12, Cha 12 Base Atk +5; CMB +8; CMD 20 (24 vs. trip) Feats Dodge, Improved Initiative, Power Attack Skills Acrobatics +10, Climb +11, Perception +4, Stealth +10; Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics, +4 Stealth Languages Necril (cannot speak) SQ sure footed Ecology Environment any hills and forest Organization solitary or pack (2-12) Treasure incidental Special Abilities Death Proof (Ex) A wahhoo gains a +4 racial bonus on all saving throws against necromancy or negative energy effects. Gaze (Su) 30 ft., shaken 1 minute, Will save DC 13 negates. The save DC is Charisma based. Sure Footed (Ex) A wahhoo is not flat-footed and retains its Dexterity bonus to Armor Class when using the Acrobatics skill to move across narrow or uneven terrain.

[dullanyan]

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[drowzymutt]

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