#wickergang

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omg I forgot to post this shame on me. Wickergang is awesome guys please love them

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Scene from the good place!! I think wickergang is pretty neat :3

Frames in case you want them or if the quality is fucked up or whatever :P

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((HERE'S ONE I BET YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE. For the ship thing, let's see what you got for Wickerbottom and Wolfgang. Iamtryingtogetmorepeopleintoitlol))

Rate: NOTP | Ew | Nah | Alright | Cute | I LOVE them | They are perfect | OTP | THEY ARE MY BEAUTIFUL, SWEET CHILDREN AND I SHALL PROTECT THEM AS THEIR MOTHER

Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

Wolfgang protects everyone, so I think he’d be the big spoon. Unless he gets spooked, of course, then he’d have absolutely no problem with letting himself be cuddled.

Height Comparison (Changed this from the original because they’re already adults :V)

Wolfgang is about 6′4″ and Wickerbottom is 6′ exactly.

Who falls asleep while watching romcoms?

Wickerbottom. She might be able to stay awake if they’re more romantic than comedic, since I can totally see her with a hoard of romance novels. :y Wolfgang much prefers the funnier ones, though (not to say that he doesn’t enjoy romance).

Who suggests watching romcoms?

It’s really hard for me to think of either of them suggesting them, TBH. Wolfgang maybe?

Who makes all the decisions?

Wickerbottom. Wolfgang has no qualms with letting the smart lady run the show.

Who carries the other one to bed when they fell asleep on the couch?

Wolfgang is the only one of them that would be physically capable of that, so yeah. But Wickerbottom would definitely bring him a bunch of blankets and pillows and make him comfy.

Who proposes?

Something’s telling me it would be Wickerbottom, but I can see Wolfgang proposing as well.

Will they have a big wedding?

Nope. Just a small celebration with family and close friends.

Who accidentally eats all the popcorn while sharing a box?

Wolfgang, no contest. :V

Who pays for dates?

Wickerbottom.

Who’s the most romantic?

I’m torn. I think Wolfgang would be the most romantic at first, but over time Wickerbottom would take over once she gets comfortable with him.

Random headcanon

Going back to my witch/warlock headcanon: Wickerbottom knows how to make a special tea that tastes horribly bitter to magical people, but delightfully sweet to non-magical people. She has the entire group try it to prove a point to Wilson, and Wolfgang, being non-magical, falls in love with it and has her make it for him all the time.

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bigbadwulfgang requested some Wickergang up in here, and I have promised to deliver! I’ll admit, this is the first time I’ve legitimately written these two, so I apologize if I didn’t quite nail their personalities! Nonetheless, enjoy!

“You draw well, Miss W.”

           The strongman had approached her from behind her sitting place. His sudden presence almost made her jump. How had she not heard him?

           She turned to face him, peering over the rims of her glasses. “Thank you.” She stated curtly, turning back to the papyrus papers in her hands. “I find it’s a rather…enriching way to pass the time.”

           “Hm.” The giant of a man came around to her side, and sat himself next to her on the log, obviously curious to see what else she had drawn.

           She decided to take this opportunity to study what she had drawn as well, considering she had never cared much for people watching her as she drew.

           While she had the animals of the world down rather well, it was clear her knowledge of human anatomy was still a bit rusty. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had drawn a person before now.

           She looked over her charcoal sketches. There was at least one illustration of Wilson working on his science machine, Willow with her lighter, Wolfgang lifting logs over his head, Wigfrid brandishing a spear, Wolfgang showing Webber how to fist fight, another Wolfgang…

           Wait a moment. She held the papers closer to her. More than half the pages were filled with sketches of that man. She felt her cheeks get warm. How many times had she subconsciously drawn him?

           “Hah!” The man next to her laughed a booming laugh. “You capture Wolfgang’s likeness very good!”

           “Quite…” She answered, feeling uncharacteristically sheepish. “I hadn’t even noticed that I had drawn you that many times.” She held the papyrus in front of her again. “Most of them were rough figure drawings, just a little something to help warm up.”

           “Hmm.” He looked deep in thought, a hand twirling his mustache. “I have idea!” He hefted himself off the log and sauntered off.

           She adjusted her glasses as she watched him. What on Earth was that man up to now?

           He came to a stop in front of a good-sized boulder. Then, grasping his hands on either side of it, he lifted it up and walked back towards her, stopping when he was a few feet in front of her.          

           He hoisted the boulder above his head, holding it in the air with just one hand, then widened his stance and flexed his free arm as he looked at her again. “Draw me now.”

           “What?” Her posture stiffened. “You mean, now?”

           “Yes.”

           “What about the boulder? Can you hold it for that long?”

           “I am mighty strongman. I have lifted rocks much bigger than this.”

           She watched him for a moment, then sighed. “Alright then, if you insist.”

           Now that he was finally holding still, she could study his body far more closely than in any of her previous sketches. She carefully contoured the ripple of his biceps, the square sturdiness of his jaw, his firm expression yet surprisingly soft eyes…

           She couldn’t stop herself from blushing ever so slightly as she sketched his anatomy. He was clearly very strong, and yet gentle at the same time. Just looking at him made her feel a bit shy, as if she were in high school once again and trying to work up the courage to talk to the boy she had a crush on. In short, he made her feel, dare she think it…young.

            Staying true to his word, he held the boulder the entire time she drew. Quite an impressive feat of strength, if she did say so herself.

           Finally, she set her charcoal down. “Finished.”

           He dropped the rock to the ground with a thud, then walked back over to her and sat down to inspect her handiwork.

           Given the rather primitive drawing tools she had, she quietly applauded herself for her craftsmanship. The likeness was so close she could have taken a photo of him. She had taken the time to add some additional shading to this sketch, giving his muscles far more emphasis than what she had referenced.

           “Haha! It looks even better than real Wolfgang!” The strongman boomed, then clapped a massive hand on her shoulder. “I like you, Miss W, you are great friend and great artist.”

           Her face was now pink as she glanced at his hand on her shoulder, then she smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Thanks.” She took a small breath. “I like you too.”

[wilson-the-scientist]

Wolfgang tends to worry about how scrawny Wickerbottom is, so he tends to work his charm/muscle into getting her larger portions at mealtime. He'll even go as far as to share his own food with her, which shocks everyone, and is honestly his way of saying he's completely committed to her. After a while she puts on a LIL chub (not too much, considering the conditions) and it makes him BEAM. They're goofballs tbh.

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