“this is my sunrise.”

@wilbler-soot

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Intro Post :)

hey :)) welcome to my blog! this is an rp blog for wilbur soot’s character on the dream smp, i am in no way wilbur himself, nor am i impersonating him. this is also a tickling-based rp blog, so i’d advice you to move along if that makes you uncomfortable. also, i would like to make it very clear!!! THIS IS NOT A KINK/FETISH BLOG. NSFW ACCOUNTS DO NOT INTERACT. TO ANY NSFW ACCOUNTS THAT DO INTERACT, YOUR BLOCK BUTTON IS LOOKING RATHER NICE RIGHT NOW. :)

anyway hey! it’s nice to be here, feel free to interact and send me a starter! :D

my main account is @thunder-at-dawn.

( this blog is semi-active. while i’m not the best with activity, i keep track of responses and get to them eventually, i promise )

headcanons can be found here!

(i promised a starter and it took me a bit but here we go ghjfhgjfk also if Marion's role on the smp is a lil confusing then here's the backstory mostly ghfjfjk)

Ever since.. Wilbur's betrayal (Marion hated to call it what it actually was) Marion had tried to keep their distance, only a couple of close friends coming by every so often. Quackity came by a couple of weeks ago to invite them to his nation, to which they politely declined. Wilbur was a special person to them, being one of the first people they met on the SMP and the first they opened up to. Once Mari met the ghost of the man, they left the SMP for what they thought would be forever.

But it was today, after an odd message they recieved from Tommy, Marion was rushing back. "Wilbur is back" was all the message said, yet that alone was enough to flood the hybrid with many different emotions. And so, they had set off, and while the journey took them a bit, being quite far away from the SMP, they managed to get there in little over a month. Of course, the first place they went to was to Phil's, to see if it was true, if Wilbur was actually back. One knock on the door. Another. "Phil? It's Mari! Marion! Can I speak to you for a moment?" They called out, and the door opened, but behind it was someone they weren't expecting.

- @giggly-marion hiiiii fhjdjfkdjd

Wilbur laid on the floor of Phil’s winter cabin, staring at the ceiling. He had only been revived for a good six or so hours, but one thing was for sure: it was great. He felt amazing, he felt alive again. He had already walked around and seen so much, but for now, he was just relaxing. Exploring all of the changes was great, but it was just a bit of a rest for him until he went on his next exploration of the day.

A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up. The voice on the other side of the door was a bit too muffled for him to properly make out what was being said, and who was saying it. Regardless, he sat up and walked towards the door, wondering who could be on the other side. Techno? Niki? Quackity, maybe? As Wilbur swing the door open, he stopped in surprise, speechless for a few seconds as he stared back at a familiar face. However, his surprised look faded into a delighted grin. “Well… would you look who it is.” He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

[ @giggly-marion hi! sorry this took a few days jsndbsjd ]

Marion, in the brief moment in which no one answered the door let themself think about what they would say; if this were nothing more than a cruel prank on them, then they'd have a lot of explaining to do to Phil (who would probably be pained by so much as talking about his late son) to add to that, they'd have a good, long talk with Tommy as well (Although, admittedly, they couldn't stay mad at the kid, even after something like this) They nervously thought through a half-assed speech, humming and stimming to themself as they waited, before finally, finally, the door had swung open.

Marion paused, freezed up completely, shocked to the very core as they looked up at the man which stood before them; It was Wilbur, no doubt about it, except that he had a white streak in his hair. The creature stood shocked for a moment longer before their facial expression flashed with multiple different expressions: fear, relief, sadness, comfort, sympathy, fear again, before finally settling on a somewhat enraged expression. “You idiot.” they growled out through gritted teeth, before lunging, wrapping their arms around Wilbur's waist in a tight yet gentle hug. “You idiot, why'd you have to go and do that all those months ago?! I missed you so much!” They huffed out, standing on their tippy toes and nuzzling their face into the crook of Wilbur's neck, finding a sort of comfort in him which they haven't felt in a while.

(its okay dw :OO)

Wilbur looked down at Marion, studying the plethora of expressions on their face. They’d… pretty much look like they had just seen a ghost, which was reasonable, he had to admit. He’d been gone for 13 years, after all. He raised an eyebrow at his old friend, and when they wrapped their arms around him, his whole body had tightened up just a bit. Oof. Physical contact. That was definitely something that he wasn’t quite used to yet.

Relaxing, Wilbur awkwardly wrapped his arms around Marion, patting them on the head gently. Come to think of it, this was probably the first hug he had gotten in… a very long time. “It’s nice to…” He sighed, his breath shaking slightly. “…I missed you too, Marion.” He nodded, slowly getting more comfortable in the embrace.

Marion began to relax as well, smiling into the crook of Wilbur's neck as they hugged him. “Pffft, as if, you probably forgot all about me.” They teased, chuckling. They gently ran their hand on his back in little circles to get him to relax a little bit more, sensing how tense he's become for a moment. “You idiot,” they repeated one more time, this time with a lot more affection behind it. Listen, they missed their friend, okay? “You scared me so much, I was so so certain that I'd never see you again.” They huffed out, smiling, as a purr began to rumble in their throat.

“How are you? When did you come back? Are you ok? are you safe? are you taking care of yourself? Oh my goodness, you're so pale, please tell me that you're taking care of yourself!” The hybrid hurried out quickly, ripping away from the hug to study him and make sure he doesnt have any wounds or anything. “What's this?” They hummed out curiously, running their fingers on the stitched-up part of his sweater.

“Oh, how could I ever forget you, Marion? You’re the peskiest thief I’ve ever met. The first time we talked, you kept trying to steal my glasses off of my face.” Wilbur chuckled, recalling when Quackity had first introduced them to him. They slowly started to melt into the embrace, becoming more comfortable. “Well, I’m back, and I plan to stay.” He nodded with a grin, pulling away slowly.

“I-” Wilbur attempted to speak, but immediately got overwhelmed by questions from their old friend. “Oh my goodness, slow down.” He chuckled once more. “I just came back today. Um, about six hours ago, I think. I’m safe, and- I am taking care of myself, I just ate.” He answered, looking at his hand. He was pretty pale, but hey, thirteen years in limbo will do that to you. When Marion asked about the sweater, they pulled a spool of thread from their coat pocket. “Well, that’s from when… you know, sweaters don’t protect stab wounds very well, contrary to popular belief.” He joked. “I found this in one of Phil’s chests, and I just stitched it up myself.”

#marion tag!#long post

Hey! This isn't a starter or anything, but I was rereading your old rp with tubbo from back in July, and noticed the last post was on july 12th and then it cuts off. Just curious, does it continue anywhere else or is that it? :) no pressure to respond by the way, hope you have a good day!

yes, it continues! me and the other rper just decided to start a new thread because the old one was getting so long. i tag all of my starters with “💥” so if you go down that tag on my account, you’ll find the rest of it! hope this helps!!

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatts eyes narrow slightly as he stares at wilbur, ears flickering out in thought, he didn't belive him but Schlatt decided not to push it. Although there was an over exaggerated gasp as schlatt fixes his suit trying to get the grass off. "This suit is worth more then you are, soot!" He snarks, although he was joking he feigned annoyance. Reaching out to jab at wilburs stomach "Watch it. I will bury you in the grass." His threat was empty as his other hand threw a small handful of grass at the others face. "Admit that you missed me fucker!"

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

A tsks leaves Schlatts mouth as he rolls his eyes "Maybe, but even then it would still look better than you, rat boy." he argues. Although his ears perked up at the giggle as he reaches our to poke Wilbur in the side again. Although not saying anything, just wanting another reaction. When he witnessed the grass go into wilburs mouth he burst into his cackle laughter rasing his arm up in defense at Wilburs threat of grass in his hand "Eat it, bitch! You love me! if you didn't you would've left by now or beaten the shit out of, which good luck trying, britsh boy!" He points out with some added insult still cackling at the reaction of wilbur getting grass inside his mouth.

“I dunno, I’ve heard that the “Grass On Asshole Ex-Presidents” look is totally in season right now.” Wilbur glared daggers at Schlatt, and he turned his head when Schlatt poked him again, slamming his mouth shut. It was clear that he was trying to hide his reaction, even though it wasn’t clear why. He groaned, realizing the other had a fair point. If he really didn’t want to be here, he would’ve just left, no argument. Attempting to sweep that under the rug, he focused at the other’s explosive reaction. “Oh, you think that’s so funny, huh?” He asked sarcastically, attempting to throw grass into Schlatt’s mouth, only for it to land in his hair.

Schlatt continues to laugh maniacally, easily shaking his head to get rid off the few blades. Reaching back to sweep the lasting blades out. Calming down from his laughter he still had the ever lasting smile on him. "Thats right bitch, I'm in season. You want me like every white girl wants her pumpkin spice latte." His tone was sarcastic, but he added a little wink to add to the playful nature. Although he does give wilbur a look, reaching out to gently prod at the side "Will, are you hurt? cause it seems like a voice crack. Youve always been a shit liar." the last part of the sentenc was muttered as his thumb traces a circle, looking up to watch wilbue for any sence of discomfort or pain.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “I want you like a picky eater wants broccoli.” He shot back, shouting out the first analogy that came to his mind. It wasn’t really true, he was just playing along at this point, and it was apparent that he likely didn’t hate Schlatt by the playful look on his face. However, he was quick to shut up when Schlatt started to interrogate him further. “Look at you, being all concerned.” He finally managed to get out with a shit eating grin. “It’s just a voice crack, I’m fine…” Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he did his best to hold still with the light traces on his side. If Schlatt managed to put two and two together, he knew the other would never let him live things down, so Wilbur had to be as discreet about this as he could.

Schlatt let's out a scoff "You know there are picky eaters who do like brocolli? And shut the hell up you literally look like a brocolli branch." the tone was dry and laced with sarcasm but he kept the tone light. Maybe wilbur did look like brocolli for how lanky the other was. "I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you." The response sounded serious, although for how Schlatt looked like right now it was anything but the truth. Schlatt although drummed against the others ribs "You're talking to a con man, Soot, and you're shit at lying." Schlatt dead pans before glancing up at him "Does this hurt? You're hiding something from me."

The musician just rolled his eyes once more with a groan. Schlatt always had a talent for saying a sentence that was just right enough to piss someone off. If this had been back in the old days, Wilbur definitely would have tried to punch him by now. However, times have changed. And with time, people change as well.

Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh at Schlatt’s threat, giggles spilling out of his lips. He sighed, relieved that Schlatt’s hand had moved somewhere else. “Wha- I am a fantastic liar, fuck you.” He said with annoyance laced in his voice, before returning to the mostly relaxed demeanor from before. “It doesn’t hurt at all, I promise you, I’m fine. What’s with you being so worried about me all of a sudden?” He smirked.

"Yeah yeah keep up you're whinning, you sound just like brocolli." There was grumbling from the other, but none of it had any meaning to it. Fake anger held warmth to the words.

There was a tsks as schlatt tweaked at the others side as a slight warning. "Bullshit. That's why it's so easy to win against you in poker!" Schlatt snarks as he titled his head to the side. Studying the others reactions, the gears slowly starting to turn as his curisoty begins. "I'm concerned because I don't need you bitching about something later on today. So I'd rather deal with it now." It was technically a lie. He did very much care for wilburs safety, the man was known for neglecting his own health as well so schlatt had the right to be concerned.

“Bitch.” He glared at the other. Like Schlatt, he didn’t really have any actual malice in his voice anymore. It surprised him how he was able to immediately feel comfortable around him after turning over the new leaf, but it did feel nice, he had to admit.

Wilbur groaned as he recalled memories from limbo, playing card games the few times they were able to meet. The ram’s laugh of victory played in his head, repeating itself like a record. He listened to Schlatt’s response, rolling his eyes lightheartedly at his comment of Wilbur “bitching about something.” “Oh, how nice of you.” He replied. “You don’t need to worry about it, nothing’s wrong. And, if something does end up being wrong, then I can just find you later and bitch about it then.” He explained with a smug grin.

Schlatt scoffs at the other. "Wow wilbur. I'm so hurt by the incredible unique insult you have used on me. I'm destroyed." His voice was laced in sarcasm. The look he gave wilbur was a deadpan stare that looked similar to a goldfish.

The ram clicked his tounge as wilbur spoke. "I know, that's why I'm trying to figure out what was wrong with you." the other grumbles, pulling his hands back, making sure to graze against the musicians ribs and sides before his hand fell to his side. "As your weird British people say 'whatever tickles your fancy'," he did air qoutes around the words as well with a horrible British impression, "And if you do come find me to bitch I'll beat the shit outta you while telling you I was right." The ram ingaged, his threat was empty but he was trying to find a reason to prove his point. "Although I'm unsure if I would, it would be a little insulting to my strength, considering how weak you are." For the most part he was joking, he knew wilbur could hold his own, but he knew it may rile up the musician.

Wilbur grinned. A playful, yet endearing smile was on his face. “Yeah? Well, if we continue to talk, then you should get used to it.” He teased.

“There’s nothing wrong with me Schlatt… I’m fine.” He insisted. His body twitched slightly as Schlatt pulled his hands away, and he hoped the other didn’t noticed. Wilbur rolled his eyes, glaring back at the ram. “You Americans are weird, too. Like, instead of crisps, you guys say “chips.” Who the fuck does that?” He asked, half poking fun at Schlatt, and half wondering why the fuck Americans were so weird. He simply groaned at the next comment, rolling his eyes again. While he wasn’t the strongest, he liked to think he had a some strength in him. “I’d like to see you try.” He smirked, joking around.

#lol been there done that #schlatt tag!#long post

(i promised a starter and it took me a bit but here we go ghjfhgjfk also if Marion's role on the smp is a lil confusing then here's the backstory mostly ghfjfjk)

Ever since.. Wilbur's betrayal (Marion hated to call it what it actually was) Marion had tried to keep their distance, only a couple of close friends coming by every so often. Quackity came by a couple of weeks ago to invite them to his nation, to which they politely declined. Wilbur was a special person to them, being one of the first people they met on the SMP and the first they opened up to. Once Mari met the ghost of the man, they left the SMP for what they thought would be forever.

But it was today, after an odd message they recieved from Tommy, Marion was rushing back. "Wilbur is back" was all the message said, yet that alone was enough to flood the hybrid with many different emotions. And so, they had set off, and while the journey took them a bit, being quite far away from the SMP, they managed to get there in little over a month. Of course, the first place they went to was to Phil's, to see if it was true, if Wilbur was actually back. One knock on the door. Another. "Phil? It's Mari! Marion! Can I speak to you for a moment?" They called out, and the door opened, but behind it was someone they weren't expecting.

- @giggly-marion hiiiii fhjdjfkdjd

Wilbur laid on the floor of Phil’s winter cabin, staring at the ceiling. He had only been revived for a good six or so hours, but one thing was for sure: it was great. He felt amazing, he felt alive again. He had already walked around and seen so much, but for now, he was just relaxing. Exploring all of the changes was great, but it was just a bit of a rest for him until he went on his next exploration of the day.

A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up. The voice on the other side of the door was a bit too muffled for him to properly make out what was being said, and who was saying it. Regardless, he sat up and walked towards the door, wondering who could be on the other side. Techno? Niki? Quackity, maybe? As Wilbur swing the door open, he stopped in surprise, speechless for a few seconds as he stared back at a familiar face. However, his surprised look faded into a delighted grin. “Well… would you look who it is.” He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

[ @giggly-marion hi! sorry this took a few days jsndbsjd ]

Marion, in the brief moment in which no one answered the door let themself think about what they would say; if this were nothing more than a cruel prank on them, then they'd have a lot of explaining to do to Phil (who would probably be pained by so much as talking about his late son) to add to that, they'd have a good, long talk with Tommy as well (Although, admittedly, they couldn't stay mad at the kid, even after something like this) They nervously thought through a half-assed speech, humming and stimming to themself as they waited, before finally, finally, the door had swung open.

Marion paused, freezed up completely, shocked to the very core as they looked up at the man which stood before them; It was Wilbur, no doubt about it, except that he had a white streak in his hair. The creature stood shocked for a moment longer before their facial expression flashed with multiple different expressions: fear, relief, sadness, comfort, sympathy, fear again, before finally settling on a somewhat enraged expression. “You idiot.” they growled out through gritted teeth, before lunging, wrapping their arms around Wilbur's waist in a tight yet gentle hug. “You idiot, why'd you have to go and do that all those months ago?! I missed you so much!” They huffed out, standing on their tippy toes and nuzzling their face into the crook of Wilbur's neck, finding a sort of comfort in him which they haven't felt in a while.

(its okay dw :OO)

Wilbur looked down at Marion, studying the plethora of expressions on their face. They’d… pretty much look like they had just seen a ghost, which was reasonable, he had to admit. He’d been gone for 13 years, after all. He raised an eyebrow at his old friend, and when they wrapped their arms around him, his whole body had tightened up just a bit. Oof. Physical contact. That was definitely something that he wasn’t quite used to yet.

Relaxing, Wilbur awkwardly wrapped his arms around Marion, patting them on the head gently. Come to think of it, this was probably the first hug he had gotten in… a very long time. “It’s nice to…” He sighed, his breath shaking slightly. “…I missed you too, Marion.” He nodded, slowly getting more comfortable in the embrace.

thunder-at-dawn

i made a carrd that has all of the headcanon info for my rp blogs, so everything is all in one place! everyone has some new headcanons added, and eret and wilbur have some spot hc updates! i highly recommend taking a quick glance if we currently have an rp going on together :} /nf

#reblog from main

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatts eyes narrow slightly as he stares at wilbur, ears flickering out in thought, he didn't belive him but Schlatt decided not to push it. Although there was an over exaggerated gasp as schlatt fixes his suit trying to get the grass off. "This suit is worth more then you are, soot!" He snarks, although he was joking he feigned annoyance. Reaching out to jab at wilburs stomach "Watch it. I will bury you in the grass." His threat was empty as his other hand threw a small handful of grass at the others face. "Admit that you missed me fucker!"

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

A tsks leaves Schlatts mouth as he rolls his eyes "Maybe, but even then it would still look better than you, rat boy." he argues. Although his ears perked up at the giggle as he reaches our to poke Wilbur in the side again. Although not saying anything, just wanting another reaction. When he witnessed the grass go into wilburs mouth he burst into his cackle laughter rasing his arm up in defense at Wilburs threat of grass in his hand "Eat it, bitch! You love me! if you didn't you would've left by now or beaten the shit out of, which good luck trying, britsh boy!" He points out with some added insult still cackling at the reaction of wilbur getting grass inside his mouth.

“I dunno, I’ve heard that the “Grass On Asshole Ex-Presidents” look is totally in season right now.” Wilbur glared daggers at Schlatt, and he turned his head when Schlatt poked him again, slamming his mouth shut. It was clear that he was trying to hide his reaction, even though it wasn’t clear why. He groaned, realizing the other had a fair point. If he really didn’t want to be here, he would’ve just left, no argument. Attempting to sweep that under the rug, he focused at the other’s explosive reaction. “Oh, you think that’s so funny, huh?” He asked sarcastically, attempting to throw grass into Schlatt’s mouth, only for it to land in his hair.

Schlatt continues to laugh maniacally, easily shaking his head to get rid off the few blades. Reaching back to sweep the lasting blades out. Calming down from his laughter he still had the ever lasting smile on him. "Thats right bitch, I'm in season. You want me like every white girl wants her pumpkin spice latte." His tone was sarcastic, but he added a little wink to add to the playful nature. Although he does give wilbur a look, reaching out to gently prod at the side "Will, are you hurt? cause it seems like a voice crack. Youve always been a shit liar." the last part of the sentenc was muttered as his thumb traces a circle, looking up to watch wilbue for any sence of discomfort or pain.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “I want you like a picky eater wants broccoli.” He shot back, shouting out the first analogy that came to his mind. It wasn’t really true, he was just playing along at this point, and it was apparent that he likely didn’t hate Schlatt by the playful look on his face. However, he was quick to shut up when Schlatt started to interrogate him further. “Look at you, being all concerned.” He finally managed to get out with a shit eating grin. “It’s just a voice crack, I’m fine…” Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he did his best to hold still with the light traces on his side. If Schlatt managed to put two and two together, he knew the other would never let him live things down, so Wilbur had to be as discreet about this as he could.

Schlatt let's out a scoff "You know there are picky eaters who do like brocolli? And shut the hell up you literally look like a brocolli branch." the tone was dry and laced with sarcasm but he kept the tone light. Maybe wilbur did look like brocolli for how lanky the other was. "I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you." The response sounded serious, although for how Schlatt looked like right now it was anything but the truth. Schlatt although drummed against the others ribs "You're talking to a con man, Soot, and you're shit at lying." Schlatt dead pans before glancing up at him "Does this hurt? You're hiding something from me."

The musician just rolled his eyes once more with a groan. Schlatt always had a talent for saying a sentence that was just right enough to piss someone off. If this had been back in the old days, Wilbur definitely would have tried to punch him by now. However, times have changed. And with time, people change as well.

Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh at Schlatt’s threat, giggles spilling out of his lips. He sighed, relieved that Schlatt’s hand had moved somewhere else. “Wha- I am a fantastic liar, fuck you.” He said with annoyance laced in his voice, before returning to the mostly relaxed demeanor from before. “It doesn’t hurt at all, I promise you, I’m fine. What’s with you being so worried about me all of a sudden?” He smirked.

"Yeah yeah keep up you're whinning, you sound just like brocolli." There was grumbling from the other, but none of it had any meaning to it. Fake anger held warmth to the words.

There was a tsks as schlatt tweaked at the others side as a slight warning. "Bullshit. That's why it's so easy to win against you in poker!" Schlatt snarks as he titled his head to the side. Studying the others reactions, the gears slowly starting to turn as his curisoty begins. "I'm concerned because I don't need you bitching about something later on today. So I'd rather deal with it now." It was technically a lie. He did very much care for wilburs safety, the man was known for neglecting his own health as well so schlatt had the right to be concerned.

“Bitch.” He glared at the other. Like Schlatt, he didn’t really have any actual malice in his voice anymore. It surprised him how he was able to immediately feel comfortable around him after turning over the new leaf, but it did feel nice, he had to admit.

Wilbur groaned as he recalled memories from limbo, playing card games the few times they were able to meet. The ram’s laugh of victory played in his head, repeating itself like a record. He listened to Schlatt’s response, rolling his eyes lightheartedly at his comment of Wilbur “bitching about something.” “Oh, how nice of you.” He replied. “You don’t need to worry about it, nothing’s wrong. And, if something does end up being wrong, then I can just find you later and bitch about it then.” He explained with a smug grin.

#dude i love your schlatt so much :O #you write him so well istg #schlatt tag!#long post

(i promised a starter and it took me a bit but here we go ghjfhgjfk also if Marion's role on the smp is a lil confusing then here's the backstory mostly ghfjfjk)

Ever since.. Wilbur's betrayal (Marion hated to call it what it actually was) Marion had tried to keep their distance, only a couple of close friends coming by every so often. Quackity came by a couple of weeks ago to invite them to his nation, to which they politely declined. Wilbur was a special person to them, being one of the first people they met on the SMP and the first they opened up to. Once Mari met the ghost of the man, they left the SMP for what they thought would be forever.

But it was today, after an odd message they recieved from Tommy, Marion was rushing back. "Wilbur is back" was all the message said, yet that alone was enough to flood the hybrid with many different emotions. And so, they had set off, and while the journey took them a bit, being quite far away from the SMP, they managed to get there in little over a month. Of course, the first place they went to was to Phil's, to see if it was true, if Wilbur was actually back. One knock on the door. Another. "Phil? It's Mari! Marion! Can I speak to you for a moment?" They called out, and the door opened, but behind it was someone they weren't expecting.

- @giggly-marion hiiiii fhjdjfkdjd

Wilbur laid on the floor of Phil’s winter cabin, staring at the ceiling. He had only been revived for a good six or so hours, but one thing was for sure: it was great. He felt amazing, he felt alive again. He had already walked around and seen so much, but for now, he was just relaxing. Exploring all of the changes was great, but it was just a bit of a rest for him until he went on his next exploration of the day.

A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up. The voice on the other side of the door was a bit too muffled for him to properly make out what was being said, and who was saying it. Regardless, he sat up and walked towards the door, wondering who could be on the other side. Techno? Niki? Quackity, maybe? As Wilbur swing the door open, he stopped in surprise, speechless for a few seconds as he stared back at a familiar face. However, his surprised look faded into a delighted grin. “Well… would you look who it is.” He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

[ @giggly-marion hi! sorry this took a few days jsndbsjd ]

#marion tag!#💥

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatts eyes narrow slightly as he stares at wilbur, ears flickering out in thought, he didn't belive him but Schlatt decided not to push it. Although there was an over exaggerated gasp as schlatt fixes his suit trying to get the grass off. "This suit is worth more then you are, soot!" He snarks, although he was joking he feigned annoyance. Reaching out to jab at wilburs stomach "Watch it. I will bury you in the grass." His threat was empty as his other hand threw a small handful of grass at the others face. "Admit that you missed me fucker!"

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

A tsks leaves Schlatts mouth as he rolls his eyes "Maybe, but even then it would still look better than you, rat boy." he argues. Although his ears perked up at the giggle as he reaches our to poke Wilbur in the side again. Although not saying anything, just wanting another reaction. When he witnessed the grass go into wilburs mouth he burst into his cackle laughter rasing his arm up in defense at Wilburs threat of grass in his hand "Eat it, bitch! You love me! if you didn't you would've left by now or beaten the shit out of, which good luck trying, britsh boy!" He points out with some added insult still cackling at the reaction of wilbur getting grass inside his mouth.

“I dunno, I’ve heard that the “Grass On Asshole Ex-Presidents” look is totally in season right now.” Wilbur glared daggers at Schlatt, and he turned his head when Schlatt poked him again, slamming his mouth shut. It was clear that he was trying to hide his reaction, even though it wasn’t clear why. He groaned, realizing the other had a fair point. If he really didn’t want to be here, he would’ve just left, no argument. Attempting to sweep that under the rug, he focused at the other’s explosive reaction. “Oh, you think that’s so funny, huh?” He asked sarcastically, attempting to throw grass into Schlatt’s mouth, only for it to land in his hair.

Schlatt continues to laugh maniacally, easily shaking his head to get rid off the few blades. Reaching back to sweep the lasting blades out. Calming down from his laughter he still had the ever lasting smile on him. "Thats right bitch, I'm in season. You want me like every white girl wants her pumpkin spice latte." His tone was sarcastic, but he added a little wink to add to the playful nature. Although he does give wilbur a look, reaching out to gently prod at the side "Will, are you hurt? cause it seems like a voice crack. Youve always been a shit liar." the last part of the sentenc was muttered as his thumb traces a circle, looking up to watch wilbue for any sence of discomfort or pain.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “I want you like a picky eater wants broccoli.” He shot back, shouting out the first analogy that came to his mind. It wasn’t really true, he was just playing along at this point, and it was apparent that he likely didn’t hate Schlatt by the playful look on his face. However, he was quick to shut up when Schlatt started to interrogate him further. “Look at you, being all concerned.” He finally managed to get out with a shit eating grin. “It’s just a voice crack, I’m fine…” Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he did his best to hold still with the light traces on his side. If Schlatt managed to put two and two together, he knew the other would never let him live things down, so Wilbur had to be as discreet about this as he could.

Schlatt let's out a scoff "You know there are picky eaters who do like brocolli? And shut the hell up you literally look like a brocolli branch." the tone was dry and laced with sarcasm but he kept the tone light. Maybe wilbur did look like brocolli for how lanky the other was. "I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you." The response sounded serious, although for how Schlatt looked like right now it was anything but the truth. Schlatt although drummed against the others ribs "You're talking to a con man, Soot, and you're shit at lying." Schlatt dead pans before glancing up at him "Does this hurt? You're hiding something from me."

The musician just rolled his eyes once more with a groan. Schlatt always had a talent for saying a sentence that was just right enough to piss someone off. If this had been back in the old days, Wilbur definitely would have tried to punch him by now. However, times have changed. And with time, people change as well.

Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh at Schlatt’s threat, giggles spilling out of his lips. He sighed, relieved that Schlatt’s hand had moved somewhere else. “Wha- I am a fantastic liar, fuck you.” He said with annoyance laced in his voice, before returning to the mostly relaxed demeanor from before. “It doesn’t hurt at all, I promise you, I’m fine. What’s with you being so worried about me all of a sudden?” He smirked.

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Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatts eyes narrow slightly as he stares at wilbur, ears flickering out in thought, he didn't belive him but Schlatt decided not to push it. Although there was an over exaggerated gasp as schlatt fixes his suit trying to get the grass off. "This suit is worth more then you are, soot!" He snarks, although he was joking he feigned annoyance. Reaching out to jab at wilburs stomach "Watch it. I will bury you in the grass." His threat was empty as his other hand threw a small handful of grass at the others face. "Admit that you missed me fucker!"

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

A tsks leaves Schlatts mouth as he rolls his eyes "Maybe, but even then it would still look better than you, rat boy." he argues. Although his ears perked up at the giggle as he reaches our to poke Wilbur in the side again. Although not saying anything, just wanting another reaction. When he witnessed the grass go into wilburs mouth he burst into his cackle laughter rasing his arm up in defense at Wilburs threat of grass in his hand "Eat it, bitch! You love me! if you didn't you would've left by now or beaten the shit out of, which good luck trying, britsh boy!" He points out with some added insult still cackling at the reaction of wilbur getting grass inside his mouth.

“I dunno, I’ve heard that the “Grass On Asshole Ex-Presidents” look is totally in season right now.” Wilbur glared daggers at Schlatt, and he turned his head when Schlatt poked him again, slamming his mouth shut. It was clear that he was trying to hide his reaction, even though it wasn’t clear why. He groaned, realizing the other had a fair point. If he really didn’t want to be here, he would’ve just left, no argument. Attempting to sweep that under the rug, he focused at the other’s explosive reaction. “Oh, you think that’s so funny, huh?” He asked sarcastically, attempting to throw grass into Schlatt’s mouth, only for it to land in his hair.

Schlatt continues to laugh maniacally, easily shaking his head to get rid off the few blades. Reaching back to sweep the lasting blades out. Calming down from his laughter he still had the ever lasting smile on him. "Thats right bitch, I'm in season. You want me like every white girl wants her pumpkin spice latte." His tone was sarcastic, but he added a little wink to add to the playful nature. Although he does give wilbur a look, reaching out to gently prod at the side "Will, are you hurt? cause it seems like a voice crack. Youve always been a shit liar." the last part of the sentenc was muttered as his thumb traces a circle, looking up to watch wilbue for any sence of discomfort or pain.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “I want you like a picky eater wants broccoli.” He shot back, shouting out the first analogy that came to his mind. It wasn’t really true, he was just playing along at this point, and it was apparent that he likely didn’t hate Schlatt by the playful look on his face. However, he was quick to shut up when Schlatt started to interrogate him further. “Look at you, being all concerned.” He finally managed to get out with a shit eating grin. “It’s just a voice crack, I’m fine…” Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he did his best to hold still with the light traces on his side. If Schlatt managed to put two and two together, he knew the other would never let him live things down, so Wilbur had to be as discreet about this as he could.

#fun fact: that actually was the first analogy that i came up with on the spot LMAO #schlatt tag!#long post

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatts eyes narrow slightly as he stares at wilbur, ears flickering out in thought, he didn't belive him but Schlatt decided not to push it. Although there was an over exaggerated gasp as schlatt fixes his suit trying to get the grass off. "This suit is worth more then you are, soot!" He snarks, although he was joking he feigned annoyance. Reaching out to jab at wilburs stomach "Watch it. I will bury you in the grass." His threat was empty as his other hand threw a small handful of grass at the others face. "Admit that you missed me fucker!"

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

A tsks leaves Schlatts mouth as he rolls his eyes "Maybe, but even then it would still look better than you, rat boy." he argues. Although his ears perked up at the giggle as he reaches our to poke Wilbur in the side again. Although not saying anything, just wanting another reaction. When he witnessed the grass go into wilburs mouth he burst into his cackle laughter rasing his arm up in defense at Wilburs threat of grass in his hand "Eat it, bitch! You love me! if you didn't you would've left by now or beaten the shit out of, which good luck trying, britsh boy!" He points out with some added insult still cackling at the reaction of wilbur getting grass inside his mouth.

“I dunno, I’ve heard that the “Grass On Asshole Ex-Presidents” look is totally in season right now.” Wilbur glared daggers at Schlatt, and he turned his head when Schlatt poked him again, slamming his mouth shut. It was clear that he was trying to hide his reaction, even though it wasn’t clear why. He groaned, realizing the other had a fair point. If he really didn’t want to be here, he would’ve just left, no argument. Attempting to sweep that under the rug, he focused at the other’s explosive reaction. “Oh, you think that’s so funny, huh?” He asked sarcastically, attempting to throw grass into Schlatt’s mouth, only for it to land in his hair.

#schlatt tag!#long post

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatts eyes narrow slightly as he stares at wilbur, ears flickering out in thought, he didn't belive him but Schlatt decided not to push it. Although there was an over exaggerated gasp as schlatt fixes his suit trying to get the grass off. "This suit is worth more then you are, soot!" He snarks, although he was joking he feigned annoyance. Reaching out to jab at wilburs stomach "Watch it. I will bury you in the grass." His threat was empty as his other hand threw a small handful of grass at the others face. "Admit that you missed me fucker!"

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

#HAHAHAHA #she would be pissed LOL #schlatt tag!#long post

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt gave him a questioning look when the others voice went higher. "You good? I didn't think I nudged you that hard." he empathizes before quickly brushing off his suit "Watch the suit!" He yells, his tone seeming annoyed even if he was having fun. He takes another some grass and throws it back at wilburs face. "Fine, maybe you just love me then." His smile soon turns into a shit eating grin as was slightly shoved. "Awe someone missed me!~"

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

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Tommy was a bit skeptical with Wilbur back, he wasn’t sure exactly how to interact with him just yet. Was the man different from before? I mean he really couldn’t tell if he would still be the same older brother figure as before. He wanted to test the waters by just being his normal annoying Tommy self. He figured it could make Wilbur feel welcomed back better in a sense, to feel normalcy in the chaos.

So Tommy had decided to approach the other, noticing he had some item in his hand. He decided now was the perfect chance to be annoying. Tommy silently approached Wilbur and stole the item quickly, placing it in his inventory so that he couldn’t get it back. “Hey thanks Wil, this is mine now big man!” Tommy smiled as he lightly jabbed at Wilbur’s side playfully.

Ever since being revived, there was one strange thing that Wilbur couldn’t figure out. He examined the wool in his hands that he had found, looking at it in disgust. It wasn’t the wool he didn’t like, it was the color. He had no clue why he didn’t like it, he just...didn’t. Other than that, everything was peaceful...until a certain gremlin came along.

As Tommy snatched the wool from his hands, he turned around quickly. “Wha- Tommy! I was looking at that, you ass.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. The light jab to the side made Wilbur jump in place a bit. However, he didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to bring attention to the subject.

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“That’s unfortunate big man cause well now it’s mine and you can’t really get it back.” Tommy grinned proudly as the other jumped in place “Oh what’s that? Even ticklish after all that time eh?” He playfully wiggled his fingers at the older man, he felt a bit more comfortable knowing that was the same as how Wilbur was before. Somehow it brought comfort to him in a way, to know at least something was the same.

A smirk formed on Tommy’s face as an idea popped in his head. He looked at the other with a mischievous glint in his eyes “I think we should test out just how ticklish you are now that you’re an old man like Philza.” Tommy slowly approached the older with wiggling fingers, wanting to build up anticipation. He was very cocky in the moment feeling like this could be a mini revenge for the past, maybe Wilbur would forget his weaknesses. “Imma getcha getcha getcha!” He lightly scribbled at Wilbur’s sides before pulling away, he wanted to build up the anticipation.

Wilbur simply rolled his eyes, still choosing to say nothing. That sheep...Friend? Was that it’s name? Whatever it’s name was, Wilbur knew that it had still had plenty of blue fur. He wasn’t going to let this brat get in the way of finding answers.

His eyes opened wide at Tommy’s question, but he kept his composure. “Wha- no! I’m not ticklish, you idiot. You just startled me.” Wilbur crossed his arms, his face holding the lightest blush of embarrassment.

“We don’t need to do that, we aren’t children anymore, Tommy.” He took a couple of steps back as Tommy approached him. When he was attacked, his lips instinctively zipped themselves shut. He squirmed around a little bit, hands attempting to shove him off before the younger boy chose to retreat. “Tommy, this is ridiculous and 100% unnecessary. Just give me back my wool, and I’ll be on my way.” He said sternly, hoping to get out of the situation.

Tommy shook his head in disbelief “Sure sure that toooootally was all it was huh? So you don’t mind if I test the theory out then eh? If you aren’t ticklish you won’t mind if I try it out for myself?” He wiggled his fingers teasingly again as he decided to properly attack the other and went right for Wilbur’s stomach, wanting to go for an area he may not have expected.

“See big man that’s where you are wrong, you may be an old man now but I am still rather young, I mean I always will be but details details.” A satisfied grin evident on his face from the reaction of the other, despite there being no verbal confirmation he could tell he forced one down. “Neither were the times you decided to attack me before but those don’t matter hm?” he scribbled away at Wilbur’s stomach, squeezing at the sides. “I think is 100% necessary, gotta make sure you are all good and well after coming back to life, no broken bones and such.”

“Yes, that was all.” He groaned. Wilbur, like any normal person in the situation would, was mentally panicking just a liiiiittle bit. Of course he didn’t want Tommy rediscovering his ticklishness, he knew the other would never let him live it down. He took a breath, calming himself down. Whatever, he could easily defend himself. Unless Tommy attacked one of his worst spots, he could easily keep things hidden.

Or so he thought.

As soon as Tommy scribbled at his stomach, Wilbur’s facade came crumbling down. He immediately erupted into loud laughter, unsure exactly why he had lost it so quickly. “PFFT- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAHAHAT THEHEHE FUHUHUHUCK?! TOHOHOHOMMY!!” He cackled, familiar laughter spilling out as he squirmed around, trying to maneuver around Tommy’s scribbling hands. “THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T NEHEHECESSAHAHARY AHAHAT AHAHALL, MY BOHOHONES AHAHARE FIIIIHIHINE!!” His laughter raised up in pitch as the younger boy squeezed at his sides. Fuck, it hadn’t even been two minutes and Tommy had already discovered valuable information that could easily be used against him in the future.

Tommy could tell that Wilbur was internally freaking out, despite the fact it had been years for Wilbur and sure things must change for him, he still knew the man like the back of his hand. It brought some sort of comfort to see the man was still rather similar in more ways than one. Plus it could act as a small little revenge for the times the other would wreck him, only if he didn’t fight back though.

As the other bursted into laughter a cocky smile formed on his face, continuing his attack to hear more of the laughter. “Awww is little Wilblee still ticklish? See and you tried to lie to me, keep this hidden from me! How dare you ever do such a thing!” He dramatically acted offended as he focused on continuing despite Wilbur’s wiggly attempts at stopping him. “Not necessary? Really? So safety isn’t necessary? That’s just untrue Big Man! We gotta make sure all your ribs are nice and healthy as well!” He moved one hand down to vibrate all around the ribs, tracing his finger up and down. “I don’t remember you being this bad Wil, I mean it was always hard to get revenge before and you’d always turn the tables but now you just seem so ticklish~” he happily teased as the laughter became louder. “It’s adorable just how much you are dying right now~”

“Ohohoh, shuhuhut thehehe fuHUHUHuck uhuhup, yohohohou braHAHAT!!” He said through the cackles that poured out of his mouth. He attempted to push Tommy’s hands away, but his attempts at doing so were unsuccessful. His laughter died down from cackles to small giggling when Tommy vibrated over his ribs, not that much of a sensitive spot.

“Ohoho, yohohou thihihink thahahat’s ahadohorahable? I’ll shohohow yohou ahadohorahable, Tohohommy!” Managing to grab one of Tommy’s wiggling hands momentarily, Wilbur used a free hand to reach over and squeeze around at Tommy’s side. “Hohohow’s thahahat fehehel, huh?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he kneaded at the area.

Tommy noticed Wilbur’s laughter quieted down and knew he had to find a more effective spot to kill the other. He remembered Wilbur’s knees were rather sensitive so he went there and squeezed at them while also spidering his fingers at the backs of them. “Oh I’m the brat reeeerally? I’m no brat, you know I take a lot of offense to that.” He shook his head in fake disappointment at the other. “Can’t believe you of all people, calling me a brat.”

It was all fun and games until Wilbur decided to retaliate, he was so confident even as the other giggily tried to mess with him. It went downhill as his side was squeezed at, letting out a squeak Tommy halted the hand that was attacking at Wilbur’s knee, instead moving it to try and grab at Wilbur’s hand. The kneading of the spot didn’t help his case as giggles flowed through him. “WihiHIHIL FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF NOHOHO!” He pushed at Wilbur’s hand “KNOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOFF!”

Wilbur stumbled a little bit when his knees were targeted, using a free hand to clutch onto Tommy’s shoulder so that he wouldn’t fall over. “Yohohou sahahay thahahat lihihike ihihit’s thehe fihihirst tihime sohohomeohone’s cahalled yohohou a brahahat.” He said through giggles, knowing it definitely wasn’t the first time.

As he retaliated, an evil smirk started to grow on his face. “Oho, Tommy? What was that? Was that a squeak, Tommy?” He grinned, letting go off the hand that was used to support himself and using it to squeeze at Tommy’s other side. “How does this feel, Tommy? Is it tickling you?” He asked, knowing full well what he was doing.

Tommy grinned as the other used him as a support to stay up. “I’ll have you know it is the first time I mean who would ever call the great Tommyinnit a brat after all. You just look stupid now because I’m not a brat, it’s just false info.” He huffs dramatically, jabbing at the other’s side as a revenge for calling him a brat. “If anyone is a brat here it’s you old man.”

Wilbur’s words only made the situation worse as blush formed on his face, the bright red color growing in size. “NOHOHO IHIHIT WAHAHASNT!” He protested and squirmed grabbing at Wilbur’s hand, though as the other began using both hands it was proved useless. He’s knees buckled, moving one hand to hold onto Wilbur as to not fall. He knew if he fell to the ground the other would just get even more of the upper hand. “NOHOHOPE IHIHITS NOHOHOT YOHOHOU DIHIHICKHEHEAD!”

“There are so many people who have called you a brat, you liar.” Wilbur knew damn well that Tommy was lying, especially since he was one of those many people. “How can I look stupid when I’m the one that’s riHIHIGHT?” He jumped back at the jab, but still commenced his attack.

“Really? Because what I heard sounded pretty fucking similar to a squeak!” Wilbur smirked evilly, avoiding the grabs at his hands. “It doesn’t tickle? Then why are you laughing so much, Tommy? Am I just funny? Or are you just lying to me?” He moved up towards Tommy’s ribs to see if that would get a better reaction out of him.

“Nope no one ever has because they would just look very dumb since they would be completely wrong. I’m not a brat at all but you on the other hand are.” Tommy was good at keeping a straight face when he was lying through his teeth. It was one of his specialties. “You just are stupid you prick, you always wrong and stupid.”

Tommy had completely regretted going into this all cocky, he figured since it had been so long that maybe he would finally get the upper hand. He should have known with how Wilbur is just in general that would never happen. “THOHOHOSE OHOHOLD EHEHEARS AHAHARE FAHAHAILING YOHOU!” Despite the other avoiding his hands he continued to try, maybe one time it would actually stop the other. “IHIHITS NEHEHEITHER BIHIHITCH!” Tommy was glad when Wilbur moved to his ribs, it wasn’t as much of a sensitive spot as his sides so he managed to calm down a bit. Though it was still a rather sensitive area.

“You are such a brat, stop lying.” He narrowed his eyebrows at the shorter boy, a smug, shit-eating grin still holding on his face. “You are such a fucking brat, Tommy.”

“Really? I don’t think they are failing me, because they can hear plenty of laughter coming from you, Tommy!” Wilbur smirked. However, Tommy’s attempts to stop him had partially succeeded, and the other managed to grab onto his left hand. He groaned, but noticed how Tommy’s laughter had calmed down. Without hesitation, he moved his right hand back down to Tommy’s side, scribbling and squeezing all over the sensitive area.

“I am not a brat you bitch, you are the lying one. Imagine lying to yourself about me being a brat, which I am not.” Tommy glares at Wilbur as he calls him a brat again. “Oh you know what you dickhead I will beat your shit.”

“OhoHOHOLD biHIHIhitch EHEHears!” Tommy hid his face as his face turned a bright red from the comment Wilbur had made about his laughter. As Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s left hand confidence surged through him as he was able to stop that hand from doing anything. Though the free hand did go back to the more sensitive area of his sides causing a loud squeal to escape, making him let go of the hand he was holding to instead turn and squirm away.

“Oh, shut up, you’re such a brat. You’re the one who’s lying.” Wilbur returned the glare, smirking playfully. He could tell that this banter was going to continue all afternoon if neither of them wanted to give up, which he felt was the case.

“Old bitch ears?! Ouch, you’ve hurt me with your words, Tommy!” He faked being hurt by the insult, but still smirked proudly. As he went for his side and Tommy let out a squeal, Wilbur’s eyes widened in surprise. “Holy shit, was that a fucking squeal?!” He asked excitedly. Intrigued, he dug his other hand into Tommy’s other side, squeezing away to try and get a reaction out of him.

“I am not a fucking brat you prick. You are the brat dickhead.” Tommy stuck his tongue out at the other because of the playful smirk on his face. “I’m not lying you ass. You on the other hand are!” he retorted, he was a stubborn one if Wilbur wanted to do this all day he could do this all day.

“GOHOHOOD STAHAHAY HUHURT BIHIHITCH!” Tommy knew the other was just being a little shit and faking being hurt but still he said it to spite him. As the squeal had left his mouth his face turned a bright red, especially as Wilbur not only picked up on it but commented about it. “NOHOHOPE IHIHIT WAHAHASNT!” he lied through his teeth, he did not need Wilbur to have that over his head. It didn’t help his other side was now attacked, a smaller squeal left this time as he suppressed it, trying to hide it with a snort instead.

“Nope. You’re a brat and you’re a liar, Tommyinnit.” He continued smirking as he relentlessly attacked the other.

“Oh?” Wilbur’s eyebrows raised upwards, and his smirk continued to grow. “Whatever I heard, it sounded a lot like a squeal. So you are lying to me! That’s not good!” As punishment, Wilbur quickly slipped his hands under Tommy’s shirt, skittering his fingers around his sides at a quick pace. “Oh my fucking god, a snort?! You really are ticklish, aren’t you, Tommy?” He asked, very amused by the current situation.

Tommy continued to just glare at Wilbur with the relentless attack it was harder to fight back and he just went with flipping the other off as a response.

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT LYHYHIHING!” He whined as the punishment began “AHAHASSHOHOLE” he squirmed around as he pushed at Wilbur to try and get him away. The hands on his bare skin made it a million times worse, more snorts began falling from out of him along with some hiccups. “WIHIHIL SHUHUHUT IHIHIT” his face flushed at the comment, moving his hand in the way of his face to try and hide the bright red. “IHIHIM NOHOHOT AHAHAT AHAHALL”

“Wow, rude.” Wilbur narrowed his eyes at the younger one, continuing to attack after Tommy had flipped him off. Each snort and hiccup that came out of him only fueled Wilbur’s mischievous mood, and he continued to hold a cocky smirk on his face. He dodged Tommy’s hands effortlessly, becoming more and more amused by his reactions. “Oh my god, you’re lying directly to my face! You’re so fucking ticklish, man!” He laughed to himself, continuing to torture Tommy with his touches.

The more he was attacked the harder it was to steady his hands in trying to grab Wilbur’s. Tommy decided that instead he would try to attack the other despite his sloppy form he reached over and poked at Wilbur’s ribs. “FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU BIHIHITCH IHIHILL GEHEHT YOHOHOU!” His face always flushed the more Wilbur would talk “IHIHIHIM NOHOHOT YOHOHOU AHAHASS IHIHIM NOHOHOT!” He protested against the idea, he wasn’t ticklish no no no not true at all. “YOHOHOU AHAHARE THOHOHOUGH!” He dug all his fingers into Wilbur’s ribs hoping it would at least distract the other.

Wilbur’s body naturally arched away from the poke, but Wilbur simply stared daggers at Tommy, still keeping a grin on his face. “Ohoho, trying to take revenge, hm?” He asked. When Tommy went in with all fingers though, he inhaled sharply. He wasn’t even that ticklish there, but he still wanted to keep his laughter hidden. “I don’t think you thought this through, Tommy. If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight I’m going to wihin!” A small giggle slipped out as he put no time into letting Tommy comprehend what was about to happen to him. Wilbur quickly pushed up Tommy’s shirt with one hand, leaned down, took a breath, and gave him a long raspberry on his stomach. If he remembered correctly, Tommy was very sensitive to these.

Tommy could tell he was failing miserable in this fight. It was evident in how he was laughing rather loudly and Wilbur, well he was basically not even laughing. There was no giving up though, the great Tommyinnit never gives up! He knew he had to make a spot change and quick. Tommy decided he would settle for Wilbur’s stomach. If he was right it was a fairly bad spot and would help him. “OHOHohoh yohohou ahHAHARE wrohohong!” He scribbled his fingers on Wilbur’s stomach. Tommy was confident this spot would get a pretty good reaction out of Wil. What Tommy didn’t know was that Wil was also going for his stomach, but in a much powerful way. As the long raspberry was placed on his bare stomach he lost it, a squeal leaving him as endless giggles poured out. He let go of Wilbur and moved backwards as he clutched his stomach to protect it. “FUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!”

With him attacking Tommy and Tommy going for a weak spot, Wilbur knew damn well that he was winning this fight. It had given him quite a bit of confidence, and he knew he would be crowned superior. Well, not until Tommy switched spots. At the sudden change, Wilbur was quick to start cackling again, his knees starting to buckle. “FUHUHUCK! TOHOHOMMY, WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?!” He laughed loudly. His stomach wasn’t this sensitive before, and he wondered why it had suddenly increased in sensitivity, as if it had happened overnight. Wilbur then thought of the better idea to go in for the kill, blowing the raspberry on Tommy’s stomach. As he let go and backed away, Wilbur used this as the chance to clutch his own stomach and catch his breath again. “Oho, whahat’s wrong, Tommy? Are you a little sensitive there?” He asked with a smirk.

Despite the fact he was very clearly losing his ego wouldn’t let him stop in his attempts at winning of course. He was competitive and always wanted to win, no matter how farther it could dig his grave he never gave up. Even if sometimes he would be better off. Tommy noticed that attacking Wilbur’s stomach was a good call as the other cackled. A sly grin formed on his face through his smile as he quickened the spot. He was quickly distracted though by another raspberry being placed on his stomach, his hands faltering again moving them to pull down his shirt and to cover his stomach. “WIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAH.” he shook his head as Wilbur backed away from him. He took the moment of peace to try and catch his breathe like the other. Tommy glared at the old man threateningly “Fuhuhuck yohou I’ll kihill you.” he growled through his giggles.

“YOHOHOU AHAHASS!” Wilbur yelled out through his laughter as Tommy increased the speed of his fingers. However, once he managed to take the upper hand again, he grinned proudly, slowing being taken over by a bit of cockiness. “Kihill mehe?” Wilbur repeated, a surprised giggle bubbling up and slipping out of his lips. “You can try, but I think you’ll be laughing too hard to do so.”

Before Tommy could react, Wilbur quickly tackled him to the ground, laying him along the prime path. “Do you want to try to talk big and snap at me now, Tommyinnit?” He asked, holding his arms above his head the best he could with only one hand. His other hand went under Tommy’s shirt and lightly traced along the skin on his side. Wilbur smirked evilly, investigating the other’s movements.

Tommy finally managed to stop his giggles as his breathing began to go back to normal. “Oh fuck off you dickhead. I’ll kill you and I won’t be laughing at all!” He huffed but was taken by surprise when Wilbur tackled him. He let out a surprised yelp and glared “Oi what the fuck you bitch. Let me go.”

He knew he was in a rather sticky situation with his hands above his head allowing him to be very exposed. Did Tommy know how to shut his mouth though? No absolutely not. He squirmed in Wilbur’s hold “If you don’t let me go right now I’ll ruin you Big Dubs, I’ll murder you and no one will find the body.” He threatened the older, small giggles bubbling inside of him as Wilbur traced at his side. Tommy squirmed away from the touch, refusing to let any giggles fall from his mouth. “I’ll steal your beanie, your jacket, everything you own at that!”

“Hmm, I could let you go, but why should I? You stole my wool, still haven’t given it back, and have been being so, so extremely pesky! So, I don’t see any valid reason to let you go.” Wilbur said as the smirk on his face remained. At Tommy’s threat, he simply chuckled, unbothered. “Really? Are you serious?”

It was a bit difficult to hold Tommy’s wrists together with only one hand, but he managed to keep them together, along with spidering his fingers along Tommy’s side. Unbothered by his threats, he made direct eye contact with the other before speaking. “Tommy, tell me. How sensitive are your underarms?” Wilbur asked, giving him a few moments to respond and register what was about to happen. He then quickly let go of his wrists, stopped the spidering, and dug both hands into his armpits, quickly scribbling.

“If you don’t let me go you’ll never get your wool!” Tommy continued to try and threaten the other. He knew Wilbur wasn’t falling for his threats though so he went back to squirming around. His attempts at escaping were doing nothing so he just glared up at the other “Wil come oooon. I’m serious I’ll kill you!” He whined, adding in a threat at the end.

Tommy’s eyes widened at the mention of his underarms, going through the five stages of grief all at once. “Hey now Wil we can talk about this.” His squirms started to quicken as his nerves kicked in. “Cmon anywhere but the-“ he was cut off as Wilbur let go of his hands and moved them to his underarms. Tommy tried his best to hold back his laughter, though loud giggles still managed to spill out. It didn’t take him long to slam his arms to his sides as to try and cover the exposed area. “FuHUhuHUCK WihiHIHIL!” He twisted to his side trying to get Wilbur’s hands away from his underarms. Tommy briefly moved his arms up to push Wilbur to try and get him away, it didn’t last long though and he had to slam his arms back down.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Wilbur huffed out a laugh, the smirk on his face simply remaining, and having no intention of leaving. He grinned evilly, enjoying every bit of getting his revenge. He didn’t even care about getting his wool back at this point, to be honest. All that mattered in this moment was making true that Tommy would know to think twice before messing with him in the future.

He laughed when he saw Tommy’s reaction to his question, grinning even more at his reaction to when the tickling actually commenced. “Awww, what’s wrong, Tommy? What’s wrong? Do you think you could tell me?” Wilbur asked before letting out an evil laugh. “Oh, wait. I don’t think you’ll be able to right now, with how much you’re laughing at the moment. Are you just too ticklish to be able to speak properly? Because I think that’s what’s happening right now.” He teased, continuing to scribble his fingers.

"I fucking do dare you prick, I’ll get revenge and it will be horrible. I will wreck your shit so badly you will rue the day you ever crossed the great Tommyinnit.” Tommy wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off of Wilbur’s face, oh the things he would do if the roles were reversed. “If you let me go now though I will spare you from your torturous fate.”

Tommy tried to stifle his laughter as best as he could though they still poured out from within, especially with Wilbur distracting and somewhat flustering him with his questions. He didn’t want to risk letting out louder laughter by speaking so he instead just glared at Wilbur in response. That was all thrown out the window though when he was accused of not speaking properly. “FuHUHuhuck yohou IHIHIM speHeHEheaking fihiHIhine!” he protested as his face flushed, bright red spreading across his face.

“Whatever.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, hoping Tommy wouldn’t notice the faintest hint of a blush that was now on his face. “You’re not going to be able to even come close to wrecking me once I’m finished with you, Tommy. Oh, I’m going to get you so bad, you’ll learn not to double cross me again. You’re going to be in tears once I’m finished with you, Tommyinnit.” The young man teased, an evil grin making its way across his face.

Once he dug in, Wilbur was very satisfied with the response that he got. “You’re not speaking fine. Your voice is all wobbly and it keeps going up and down. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course… in fact, I won’t lie when I say that it’s a little bit endearing. Why, it just makes me want to wreck you even more.” He smiled, lightly scratching his fingers up and down the hollows of Tommy’s armpits. “Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Your face is bright red, and you have the biggest grin on your face.”

Tommy wasn’t super phased by Wilbur’s words but the evil grin on the older’s face showed that he was going to stay true to his words. He squirmed under Wilbur in an attempt to escape. Tommy knew he was totally fucked but it never hurt to at least try and get away from this shit. He was starting to regret taking the wool away from Wilbur but there was no way he was giving it back now it was his and his alone.

The fact he managed to roll his eyes at the other’s comment about this being ‘endearing,’was a miracle. “AhaHAhassHoHOLE! Ihihihit’s noHOHOhot. IhiHIHIHILL wreHEheheck yohohoHOU!” As the scratching began in his hollows Tommy jerked his arm to the side as his laughter became more unstable. He was trying his best not to laugh but that was a hard task when his underarms were being attacked of all things. Tommy glared at Wilbur, to the best of his ability of course, as he tried to force his grin down. Which was rather impossible to do at the moment but he managed to lessen it a bit. For his face… there was nothing to be done about that except for moving it the side looking away from Wilbur and hiding it in his shoulder.

“Oh, it definitely is.” He chuckled. “And you won’t. You couldn’t wreck me if you wanted too, Tommy. I mean, look at you! You’re so giggly right now, and I’m barely doing anything. If you wreck me, I’ll just retaliate, and you’ll get off of me.” Wilbur smirked, knowing that statement was true for the most part. He continued to slowly scratch under Tommy’s underarms, making sure to make the touches as slow and as maddening as possible. “Oooh, Tommy~! What are you hiding your face for? Embarrassed?” Wilbur teased in a singsong tone.

“NahaHAHAH I wohont let yoHOHou! I’ll dehehestroy you! Yohohou’ll reheHEHEgret thihihis!” Tommy began to squirm violently, determined to try and be free from the other’s captivity to show his retaliation. Biting the inside of his cheek at the slow movements on Wilbur’s end. Tommy hated many things but when it came to anticipatory slow movements he had a loathing for them. Tommy grit his teeth, closing his eyes as Wilbur sang his name. “Ihihim nohohot hiding my faHAhace.” He stated, trying not to let the teasing get to him.

“Hmm. Sure I will.” Wilbur smirked, not believing the younger boy. In all honesty, he kind of missed moments like this. Moments where he could just be playful with his brother. As much as he loved the evilness of wrecking the shit out of Tommy, he also loved how fun it was, and how playful it could be. He gave Tommy a little bit of mercy by trailing his fingers down to the boy’s sides, squeezing right about where the sides and hips met. “Oh, really now? Well, then you should be fine with making eye contact with me, right Toms?” He smirked.

“IHihi wiHIhihill!” Tommy protested, he could ler if he really wanted to. Was he likely more ticklish than Wilbur though? He would admit he was just only in his head. He was definitely calming down though at the lack of major focus on a spot to just a giggly mess that he was. “Yohohour ahahaha dihihihick.” He giggled out. He honestly was fine with the current predicament, he was actually able to speak and it was more like old times. He let out a squeak at the squeeze and squirmed away for a moment. He was brought back though by what Wilbur sad. Oh this bitch. “Ihihim gohohood ahahactually!” There was no way Tommy was going to give Wilbur the satisfaction of seeing his red face.

“You’ll destroy me? Hmm… seems like a difficult task for you to do at the moment.” Wilbur chuckled evilly as he squeezed Tommy’s hips. He gasped at the insult, his eyebrows narrowing. “And you, Tommy, are a nuisance!” He said before skittering his fingers up and down the other’s sides. Wilbur grinned at the small squeak that he managed to get out of Tommy, watching the other curiously. “Aww, why not, Tommy? You don’t wanna show your face to your big brother Wilbur?” He teased.

“Ahahahas sohohoon ahahas ihihim frehehee ihihill dehehestroy yohohou ihihi swehehear ohohon ihihit!” Tommy let out another squeak at the hip squeeze “Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou!” He didn’t take the insult to heart and just stuck his tongue out at the older. Tommy began to squirm, trying to curl up on himself and hide from the side scribbles. Hus giggles became higher pitched and more unstable in pitch. “NAHAhahahah Wihihil!” He whined but still managed to keep him looking away. “IHIHIHI DOHOhohohont wahahant TOHOHO LOHOhohook AHAhahat yohohohr uhuhugly fahahace!”

“Right. Right. Whatever you say, Toms…” He chuckled. He grinned at the second squeal, and grinned even more when the other’s laughter became more wild. God, his brother was just so adorable. Even if he’d never admit it. “Come on, Tommy! None of this would’ve ever happened if you just hadn’t stolen my wool. You brought this upon yourself.” Wilbur teased. “What? Why not? Why don’t you want to look at me? Afraid I’ll see how flustered you are?”

Tommy was somewhat regretting stealing the wool from the older but he still had no intentions of giving it back. Surely Wilbur would grow tired of this and just give up and then he could take it and hide it in an enderchest. He could say he lost it or something. “IHIHIHI DOHOhohont cahahahare! IHIHIHIHI DIHIHIhihidn’t!” He protested, he didn’t even care about keeping the wool but it wasn’t about the wool anymore. “BEHEHECAUSE YOHOHOU SUHUHUCK! NOHOHO IHIHIM NOHOHOT CAHAHAUSE IHIHIHIM NOHOHOT FLUHUHUSTERED!”

In all honesty, Wilbur didn’t care much about the wool at this point, either. He could easily find some more of the same color elsewhere. He just wanted to mess with his brother more. “You didn’t? You literally grabbed it from me!” He scoffed. “I think someone has my wool? Hmm… where could it be? Is it in your pocket?” He acted oblivious, moving his hands to squeeze at Tommy’s hips.

“NOHOHOHOPE YOHOHOHOUR SEHEHEHEEING THIHIHINGSBHOHIHIT!” Tommy denied despite the fact that was the reason he was in this mess. It was in his nature to deny regardless of proven guilty! “NOHOHOHO IHIHIHITS NOHOHOT!” He squeaked and squirmed, he was lucky enough that his hips weren’t a bad spot. He was able to calm down a bit at this spot, his squirming didn’t cease though. “Wihihihilbur ihihihi dohohohont hahahave ihihit!” He didn’t have it there at least he had it near his back, his tail was holding it for him.

“I’m not seeing things, asshole! The only thing I saw was you steal my wool! Come on, Tommy. You better tell me where my wool is, or I’m going to be even meaner than you can imagine.” He chuckled, skittering his fingers over Tommy’s hips. “Hmm… are you sure it’s not in your pocket? I could’ve sworn I saw you put it in there…” Wilbur moved his hands down, squeezing along the top of Tommy’s thighs.

Tommy was actually considering giving up the wool because he knew Wilbur meant what he said and would be a lot meaner. It was between continuing hiding it to be annoying and get absolutely wrecked or just give it up now. “Ihihihihi tohohohohold yohohou ihihihihi dohohohont hahahave ihihihit!” He protested still keeping innocence. Tommy squirmed slightly at the skittering over his hips. He let out a small squeak at the thigh squeezes. “Wahahahait Wihihihil.” Tommy tried to think his options over more. He could just give it now but then he wouldn’t get in a little bit more annoying Wilbur so he decided to wait just a little bit longer.

“Oh my god, enough with the lies, Tommy!” He laughed. Part of him sounded like he was annoyed with Tommy for keeping up the act for this long. However, he mainly sounded amused. A small gasp escaped his lips when he heard a squeak from the other. “Yes, Tommy? Finally ready to admit defeat?” Wilbur paused, his hands hovering over his thighs. He wanted to give the other a small chance to catch his breath. He may be enjoying playfully tormenting his brother, but there were always limits.

"Ihihim nohohot lyhihihing!"Tommy had a wide grin on his face that clearly said otherwise. He could tell by Wilbur's voice that he wasn't properly annoyed at the situation. He knew that himself cause if he really was then he wouldn't be wrecking him to try and get the wool back. Tommy used the moment to stop his constant giggles. "Ihihif you let myhyhyhy hands go I'll gihihihive the wool bahahack." This necessarily wasn't a lie he mostly just didn't want to expose his tail to the other for him to torture him even more.

“Sure you aren’t.” He chuckled as he held his brother’s hands firm. Tommy really did have some wild reactions whenever he was tickled, and Wilbur honestly thought he could be adorable sometimes. He raised an eyebrow at the other’s proposal. “And you’ve learned your lesson about not stealing your brother’s stuff, hm?” He asked. After a few moments, he slowly let his brother’s hands go and got off of him. “This better not be a trick.” Wilbur narrowed his eyes at the other playfully.

Tommy rolled his eyes at his brother “I’m not, dickhead.” He glared softly at Wilbur, not stealing from him? That was never going to stop. “Yeah sure whatever, I learned my lesson.” Tommy agreed through grit teeth, clearly not agreeing with the no-stealing bit. He did smile though when he was finally free. “Alright don’t worry it’s not a trick. I will give you back the wool.” He huffed, getting off the ground making sure to keep his tail hidden for the moment. “Turn around and I will get it for you, no this isn’t a trick I swear.”

“Hmph. You better have.” He chuckled, showing a bit of the more lighthearted side that he had. Wilbur stretched as he stood up, listening to Tommy. “Hmm… alright. But if this is a trick, I’m getting you ten times worse than I just did.” He grinned, turning around. He crossed his arms across his chest before deciding to hold one out, so that Tommy could place the wool in his hand. That is, if that was actually what he was doing.

Tommy huffed glaring playfully at Wilbur’s back and flipping the older off from behinds. He would never know what he was doing while turned around. “Ok ok, alright I hear you loud and clear old man.” He did not need that in his life. He actually would rather be able to breathe. His tail moved forward and he took the wool from it. Now his tail was just wagging back and forth at a medium speed behind him. He saw Wilbur had his hand out so he reached out and placed it in his brother’s hand. “Alright, there you go. We are even now right?”

Wilbur stood still, feeling something soft fall into his hand. Pulling his hand back in front of him, he indeed saw the blue wool that Tommy had stolen. He was surprised, honestly. He didn’t expect Tommy to actually follow through. He turned back around, looking at the younger boy with a fond smile. “Yes, I suppose we are.” He nodded, putting the wool in his inventory so that Tommy couldn’t steal it again.

#tommy tag!#long post

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

Schlatt only shrugged "Dunno, I couldnt fall asleep so i walked around," he explains "I see you are still watching your sunrises." He hums, by no means was making fun of Wilbur, Schlatt was just intrested to see Wilbur up this early as well.

To be honest, Schlatt didnt really think he would see Wilbur ever again, but he here Wilbur was, standing in front of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" Schlatt asks in a more relaxed voice, just wanting to spend some company with him.

"Unless you want to watch it by yourself of course." Schkatt adds, not trying to intrude or make wilbur uncomfortable incase he was invading any personal time.

Although he seemed to look past the taller man, watching the colors be on display as well. After a moment of looking at the colors, he looks right back at wilbur.

Wilbur turned back around momentarily, looking back at the bleeding colors of the sunset before turning to Schlatt. “Well, some things don’t change, even after so much time has passed.” He nodded and crossed his arms. He had collected many memories associated with sunrises over the years, before and after his death and revival.

He was surprised that Schlatt had asked to join him, but didn’t deny the invite. Instead, he nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Be my guest.” He said before turning around and sitting back in the grass, watching the sun peak out over the horizon. “…You don’t seem like someone who would watch the sunrise, Schlatt.” Wilbur commented. “You look like more of a moonrise enjoyer.”

Schlatt only nodded to Wilbur's comment. To him, this felt the same as it could be, yet so different. He still saw the wilbur he used to know while watching this sunrise, but it all felt so surreal. Everything never seemed to stop growing, either good or bad. It never stopped.

"Thank you." Schlatt mutters before taking a seat next to wilbur at a respective distance, not wanting to overwhelm the other. As he sat down he sat crossed legged, arms resting against the knees as he looked to the sky. "I usually dont watch the sunrise, but everynow and then it feels, nice," he shrugs taking a side glance at Wilbur "And for the moon rising? Yeah, I guess so. I never put much thought into either."

Wilbur nodded, not saying anymore as he watched Schlatt sit down next to him. He only let out a small yawn. Despite always being an early riser, even before death, there were occasional days where he wasn’t super fond of waking up so early. However, being able to see the colors of the sun bleed into the horizon would make it all worth it.

“Hm… makes sense. I guess when you were the president of Manburg, you had more important things to worry about than looking at sunrises.” He shrugged. “Moonrises are nice, but sunrises are ultimately better. There’s a lot more beauty in them.”

Schlatt looked forward as he sat down in the grass. He felt comforted to have another person around, and he was happy to spend some time with wilbur at this moment.

"Yeah. I guess so, and if I wasnt worrying about something I was probably shit faced." A small huff of laughter came out. He was being honest at least. Schlatt takes a breath, he doesnt look away of the colors bleeding into the sky but he does ask "How have you been recently? you know. after everything?" Was he straight to the point? Yes. But, he wanted to talk with wilbur if he could. If he wanted to sit in silence that's okay too.

Wilbur grinned slightly at Schlatt’s comment, not making eye contact and choosing to look at the sunrise instead. When the other asked how he had been doing, he sighed, trying to think of what would be the best way to go about this and answer.

“I’ve been… I’ve been quite good. I got to visit Tubbo, I’ve seen las nevadas, and I’ve helped run a business. I’ve been everywhere.” Wilbur thought for a moment, snapping his fingers. “How about you, how have you been recently? I honestly thought that… well, ever since you did, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Schlatt perked up slightly at the sudden sound of snapping fingers "I've been pretty alright. I've been here and there. You know, buisness things." He was vague with his answer, not trying to be malicious or anything, he was just trying to keep things easy.

"You've seen Tubbo? How has he been, you think hes doing okay?" He couldnt stop himself from asking, but did ask the other of "Oh a buisness? What kind? Also what the fuck is Las Nevadas?" trying to keep things flowing. He always did find it easy talking to wilbur, there was always something about the other that made conversation so easy.

Wilbur couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit with Schlatt. He never thought he’d find the day where he’d be calmly talking to Schlatt without any sort of conflict. However, after his revival, he had run into a lot of unexpected surprises. Some pleasant, some unpleasant.

When the other asked his question, he paused, thinking of the right way to word his answer. He wasn’t really surprised to hear the sudden question, Schlatt had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. “Well… it’s been lovely. I spent so long away and now that I’m back… it’s great. I’ve been speaking to people, some like me, some don’t, but…” He trailed off, not focusing on that any further, then turned to Schlatt. “How about you? How have you been?”

Schlatt always said it is easier to beat the bush head first instead of damaging things around it. Though he knew some day this was going to forever haunr him, hurting people head on. A little ironic on the statement isn't it.

"Yeah, aren't you like, an old man now?" Schkatt attempts at lightening the mood with what was to come. At the question Schlatt hesitates; he tries to process to carefully word this "I mean, I'm here. I'm okay. That's about it. " He explains with a light heartened sound to it. He truly was trying to do better, but things are still going to find him, weather he is prepared or not.

A small, soft laugh slipped out of Wilbur’s lips before he could prevent it from spilling. “I am not an old man.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. He listened to Schlatt’s answer, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve just been taking things slowly. Don’t want to rush into anything, you know?”

He looked at the sunrise, watching as the pinks and yellows bled into the sky. “So, have you spoken to anyone else yet? Or am I the first?” He asked curiously.

"You actually are an old man. You're older than I am, so therefore that makes you an old man.. Need help crossing the prime path?" Schlatt reasons with his teasing, or at least tries to find the logic behind that. Either way he is going to mock Wilbur. "But yes, I understand what you mean. now that, things are..ingrown of the both of us, might as well enjoy them." Schlatt agrees.

The question did make him think for a bit, not expecting it, but did not mind. "No, you're the only person I really had the courage to talk to. You're easy to talk to." Schlatt answers honestly, and he meant it to. Even if he didn't say it out right, he wanted Wilbur to feel appreciated.

Wilbur chuckled, glaring at the ram. “Oh my god, shut up.” He groaned, lightly pushing Schlatt’s arm in a playful manner. He listened to Schlatt speak once more, nodding in agreement.

His eyes widened with curiosity, surprised by the other’s answer. He was an easy person to talk to, he knew that. It just… felt different, coming from someone he had once declared as his enemy so long ago. “…Thanks.” Wilbur said after a bit of silence. “You’re… actually pretty easy to talk to yourself. I mean, I didn’t expect to be just calmly talking to you when i first saw you get here.” He shrugged.

"I know," Schlatt begins to murmer, "I didn't expect to be so calm around you either. But if I'm being honest, I'm honest to God to tired to feel anger or any hate right now." He let's out a huff as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding wilburs gaze. Schatt was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.

Taking a breath schlatt begins to speak "Do you...Do you wanna start over wilbur? Qnd not be eneims- I mean- well- I still have to make up for what I did! But what I'm saying is- fuck- do you just wanna be friends again? No wars- none of those stupid challenges?" He stammers out, glancing at wilbur slightly nervously at the reaction. Schlatt was going to try and be better, and one step to recovery is asking for forgiveness.

“Well, I guess life is full of surprises then…” He acknowledged. He huffed out a small laugh at Schlatt’s next statement. “Maybe you should get some rest after this. I’d imagine you’d be pretty tired.” He chuckled.

Staring at the sun, Wilbur turned his head when he heard Schlatt’s question. “I… what?” He asked quietly. The musician continued to listen to Schlatt ramble, questions running through his mind. Was he really being genuine about this? Was this some sort of joke or trap? He seemed like he was being genuine…

“You know…” He sighed, putting some more thought into his words before he spoke. “I don’t really see any reason for me to say no, if I’m being completely honest.” Wilbur nodded. It wasn’t exactly saying yes, but hopefully it was enough. “So… sure. I guess I’m okay with that.” He smiled softly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Friends?”

Schlatts ears pin down as his jaw slightly drops as he looked over and gawked at Wilbr. In honesty he was expecting the musician to say no, telling him to fuck himself. But agreeing and going allowing with it? It's so new. Closing his mouth and taking a deep breath he evens himself out again.

Breaking from his gazed state schlatt reached up and shook his hands gently, being hesitant himself that this is a dream and he is going to wake up again. "Yeah- Friends." he sheepishly smiles at the idea of it, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at wilbur.

Eventually schlatt pulled back from the new handshake, soon breaking his gaze as he soon gets lost in thought. before thinking about what he was saying he asks "So Virgo, what are your plans today?" Even after so many years Schlatt still remembers the nicknames he gave wilbur so long ago.

Wilbur chuckled. He did expect a surprised reaction from Schlatt, so it amused him to get one. He reaches out and lightly grabs his hand, shaking it up and down. It felt kind of nice, honestly. To talk to his former rival, and leave everything behind them in the dust. Sure, they wouldn’t become BFFs for life or anything like that, but it was definitely better than being bitter enemies.

Wilbur stretched his arms up, laying down on the grass with his hands behind his head. He rolled his eyes and chuckled again, a small “shut up” muttered through his amusement. He paused, thinking up an answer. “Well, I’ve been coming up to this spot every morning recently. It’s a nice view. After this though… I was thinking about maybe visiting Las Nevadas and bothering Quackity.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure though… and you?”

After their handshake schlatt pulls back and folds his hands over eachother and placing them in his lap as he shifts to sit cross legged. His ears flick it softly as he he had a faint smile appear. He was happy to at least mend one bridge.

When Wilbur mentioned Quakity, Schlatt felt his gut coil in regret. He felt sick to his stomach as he pushed down those negative feelings away as he hummed to Wilburs answer. "I don't know, maybe if I spot more people I'll try to mend some bridges. Other than that? Probably stay here for a bit," he pauses as he thinks, a cheeky laugh slips out slightly, "besides, I can always annoy the shit out of you."

“Hmm… seems like you really want to rekindle your old relationships. I mean, this was the last thing I expected when you first came up here.” Wilbur acknowledged, choosing not to add much more. He rolled his eyes with a huff at the next comment, smiling at the small laugh he heard. He didn’t realize how good it felt to hear it again, in all honesty.

“Oh, of course you want to do that. Of course you do.” He muttered loud enough for Schlatt to hear, chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I came back and why would I want to still be bitter about everything? Like, I can fix shit now. I don't know. I'm sober right now and I can feel the withdrawls happening." Schlatt jokes a little, as there only so much you can joke about the truth.

Schlatt turns slightly to look down upon the other as a glimmer of mischief appears as he spoke. "You know you love it when I annoy you Virgo." he teases, pulling some grass up to only throw it towards wilbur.

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt let's out a hum in acknowledgment to the others word. There was no need to continue on, what's said is said. He feels regret but he is pushing it down for the time being, he didn't need to acknowledge it any time soon.

Schlatt let's out a short snickers as he grabs more grass to throw at wilburs head. Hoping to get into the others unforgivibly curly hair. Schlatt reaches out and nudging him in the side jokingly, in a mocking tone he replies, "You know you love me, loverboy, there is no need to deny it." he teases at the other "You love it when I annoy you." a mischievous glint soon became apparent in the others eyes as his ears flick out.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

#schlatt tag!#long post

Tommy was a bit skeptical with Wilbur back, he wasn’t sure exactly how to interact with him just yet. Was the man different from before? I mean he really couldn’t tell if he would still be the same older brother figure as before. He wanted to test the waters by just being his normal annoying Tommy self. He figured it could make Wilbur feel welcomed back better in a sense, to feel normalcy in the chaos.

So Tommy had decided to approach the other, noticing he had some item in his hand. He decided now was the perfect chance to be annoying. Tommy silently approached Wilbur and stole the item quickly, placing it in his inventory so that he couldn’t get it back. “Hey thanks Wil, this is mine now big man!” Tommy smiled as he lightly jabbed at Wilbur’s side playfully.

Ever since being revived, there was one strange thing that Wilbur couldn’t figure out. He examined the wool in his hands that he had found, looking at it in disgust. It wasn’t the wool he didn’t like, it was the color. He had no clue why he didn’t like it, he just...didn’t. Other than that, everything was peaceful...until a certain gremlin came along.

As Tommy snatched the wool from his hands, he turned around quickly. “Wha- Tommy! I was looking at that, you ass.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. The light jab to the side made Wilbur jump in place a bit. However, he didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to bring attention to the subject.

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“That’s unfortunate big man cause well now it’s mine and you can’t really get it back.” Tommy grinned proudly as the other jumped in place “Oh what’s that? Even ticklish after all that time eh?” He playfully wiggled his fingers at the older man, he felt a bit more comfortable knowing that was the same as how Wilbur was before. Somehow it brought comfort to him in a way, to know at least something was the same.

A smirk formed on Tommy’s face as an idea popped in his head. He looked at the other with a mischievous glint in his eyes “I think we should test out just how ticklish you are now that you’re an old man like Philza.” Tommy slowly approached the older with wiggling fingers, wanting to build up anticipation. He was very cocky in the moment feeling like this could be a mini revenge for the past, maybe Wilbur would forget his weaknesses. “Imma getcha getcha getcha!” He lightly scribbled at Wilbur’s sides before pulling away, he wanted to build up the anticipation.

Wilbur simply rolled his eyes, still choosing to say nothing. That sheep...Friend? Was that it’s name? Whatever it’s name was, Wilbur knew that it had still had plenty of blue fur. He wasn’t going to let this brat get in the way of finding answers.

His eyes opened wide at Tommy’s question, but he kept his composure. “Wha- no! I’m not ticklish, you idiot. You just startled me.” Wilbur crossed his arms, his face holding the lightest blush of embarrassment.

“We don’t need to do that, we aren’t children anymore, Tommy.” He took a couple of steps back as Tommy approached him. When he was attacked, his lips instinctively zipped themselves shut. He squirmed around a little bit, hands attempting to shove him off before the younger boy chose to retreat. “Tommy, this is ridiculous and 100% unnecessary. Just give me back my wool, and I’ll be on my way.” He said sternly, hoping to get out of the situation.

Tommy shook his head in disbelief “Sure sure that toooootally was all it was huh? So you don’t mind if I test the theory out then eh? If you aren’t ticklish you won’t mind if I try it out for myself?” He wiggled his fingers teasingly again as he decided to properly attack the other and went right for Wilbur’s stomach, wanting to go for an area he may not have expected.

“See big man that’s where you are wrong, you may be an old man now but I am still rather young, I mean I always will be but details details.” A satisfied grin evident on his face from the reaction of the other, despite there being no verbal confirmation he could tell he forced one down. “Neither were the times you decided to attack me before but those don’t matter hm?” he scribbled away at Wilbur’s stomach, squeezing at the sides. “I think is 100% necessary, gotta make sure you are all good and well after coming back to life, no broken bones and such.”

“Yes, that was all.” He groaned. Wilbur, like any normal person in the situation would, was mentally panicking just a liiiiittle bit. Of course he didn’t want Tommy rediscovering his ticklishness, he knew the other would never let him live it down. He took a breath, calming himself down. Whatever, he could easily defend himself. Unless Tommy attacked one of his worst spots, he could easily keep things hidden.

Or so he thought.

As soon as Tommy scribbled at his stomach, Wilbur’s facade came crumbling down. He immediately erupted into loud laughter, unsure exactly why he had lost it so quickly. “PFFT- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAHAHAT THEHEHE FUHUHUHUCK?! TOHOHOHOMMY!!” He cackled, familiar laughter spilling out as he squirmed around, trying to maneuver around Tommy’s scribbling hands. “THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T NEHEHECESSAHAHARY AHAHAT AHAHALL, MY BOHOHONES AHAHARE FIIIIHIHINE!!” His laughter raised up in pitch as the younger boy squeezed at his sides. Fuck, it hadn’t even been two minutes and Tommy had already discovered valuable information that could easily be used against him in the future.

Tommy could tell that Wilbur was internally freaking out, despite the fact it had been years for Wilbur and sure things must change for him, he still knew the man like the back of his hand. It brought some sort of comfort to see the man was still rather similar in more ways than one. Plus it could act as a small little revenge for the times the other would wreck him, only if he didn’t fight back though.

As the other bursted into laughter a cocky smile formed on his face, continuing his attack to hear more of the laughter. “Awww is little Wilblee still ticklish? See and you tried to lie to me, keep this hidden from me! How dare you ever do such a thing!” He dramatically acted offended as he focused on continuing despite Wilbur’s wiggly attempts at stopping him. “Not necessary? Really? So safety isn’t necessary? That’s just untrue Big Man! We gotta make sure all your ribs are nice and healthy as well!” He moved one hand down to vibrate all around the ribs, tracing his finger up and down. “I don’t remember you being this bad Wil, I mean it was always hard to get revenge before and you’d always turn the tables but now you just seem so ticklish~” he happily teased as the laughter became louder. “It’s adorable just how much you are dying right now~”

“Ohohoh, shuhuhut thehehe fuHUHUHuck uhuhup, yohohohou braHAHAT!!” He said through the cackles that poured out of his mouth. He attempted to push Tommy’s hands away, but his attempts at doing so were unsuccessful. His laughter died down from cackles to small giggling when Tommy vibrated over his ribs, not that much of a sensitive spot.

“Ohoho, yohohou thihihink thahahat’s ahadohorahable? I’ll shohohow yohou ahadohorahable, Tohohommy!” Managing to grab one of Tommy’s wiggling hands momentarily, Wilbur used a free hand to reach over and squeeze around at Tommy’s side. “Hohohow’s thahahat fehehel, huh?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he kneaded at the area.

Tommy noticed Wilbur’s laughter quieted down and knew he had to find a more effective spot to kill the other. He remembered Wilbur’s knees were rather sensitive so he went there and squeezed at them while also spidering his fingers at the backs of them. “Oh I’m the brat reeeerally? I’m no brat, you know I take a lot of offense to that.” He shook his head in fake disappointment at the other. “Can’t believe you of all people, calling me a brat.”

It was all fun and games until Wilbur decided to retaliate, he was so confident even as the other giggily tried to mess with him. It went downhill as his side was squeezed at, letting out a squeak Tommy halted the hand that was attacking at Wilbur’s knee, instead moving it to try and grab at Wilbur’s hand. The kneading of the spot didn’t help his case as giggles flowed through him. “WihiHIHIL FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF NOHOHO!” He pushed at Wilbur’s hand “KNOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOFF!”

Wilbur stumbled a little bit when his knees were targeted, using a free hand to clutch onto Tommy’s shoulder so that he wouldn’t fall over. “Yohohou sahahay thahahat lihihike ihihit’s thehe fihihirst tihime sohohomeohone’s cahalled yohohou a brahahat.” He said through giggles, knowing it definitely wasn’t the first time.

As he retaliated, an evil smirk started to grow on his face. “Oho, Tommy? What was that? Was that a squeak, Tommy?” He grinned, letting go off the hand that was used to support himself and using it to squeeze at Tommy’s other side. “How does this feel, Tommy? Is it tickling you?” He asked, knowing full well what he was doing.

Tommy grinned as the other used him as a support to stay up. “I’ll have you know it is the first time I mean who would ever call the great Tommyinnit a brat after all. You just look stupid now because I’m not a brat, it’s just false info.” He huffs dramatically, jabbing at the other’s side as a revenge for calling him a brat. “If anyone is a brat here it’s you old man.”

Wilbur’s words only made the situation worse as blush formed on his face, the bright red color growing in size. “NOHOHO IHIHIT WAHAHASNT!” He protested and squirmed grabbing at Wilbur’s hand, though as the other began using both hands it was proved useless. He’s knees buckled, moving one hand to hold onto Wilbur as to not fall. He knew if he fell to the ground the other would just get even more of the upper hand. “NOHOHOPE IHIHITS NOHOHOT YOHOHOU DIHIHICKHEHEAD!”

“There are so many people who have called you a brat, you liar.” Wilbur knew damn well that Tommy was lying, especially since he was one of those many people. “How can I look stupid when I’m the one that’s riHIHIGHT?” He jumped back at the jab, but still commenced his attack.

“Really? Because what I heard sounded pretty fucking similar to a squeak!” Wilbur smirked evilly, avoiding the grabs at his hands. “It doesn’t tickle? Then why are you laughing so much, Tommy? Am I just funny? Or are you just lying to me?” He moved up towards Tommy’s ribs to see if that would get a better reaction out of him.

“Nope no one ever has because they would just look very dumb since they would be completely wrong. I’m not a brat at all but you on the other hand are.” Tommy was good at keeping a straight face when he was lying through his teeth. It was one of his specialties. “You just are stupid you prick, you always wrong and stupid.”

Tommy had completely regretted going into this all cocky, he figured since it had been so long that maybe he would finally get the upper hand. He should have known with how Wilbur is just in general that would never happen. “THOHOHOSE OHOHOLD EHEHEARS AHAHARE FAHAHAILING YOHOU!” Despite the other avoiding his hands he continued to try, maybe one time it would actually stop the other. “IHIHITS NEHEHEITHER BIHIHITCH!” Tommy was glad when Wilbur moved to his ribs, it wasn’t as much of a sensitive spot as his sides so he managed to calm down a bit. Though it was still a rather sensitive area.

“You are such a brat, stop lying.” He narrowed his eyebrows at the shorter boy, a smug, shit-eating grin still holding on his face. “You are such a fucking brat, Tommy.”

“Really? I don’t think they are failing me, because they can hear plenty of laughter coming from you, Tommy!” Wilbur smirked. However, Tommy’s attempts to stop him had partially succeeded, and the other managed to grab onto his left hand. He groaned, but noticed how Tommy’s laughter had calmed down. Without hesitation, he moved his right hand back down to Tommy’s side, scribbling and squeezing all over the sensitive area.

“I am not a brat you bitch, you are the lying one. Imagine lying to yourself about me being a brat, which I am not.” Tommy glares at Wilbur as he calls him a brat again. “Oh you know what you dickhead I will beat your shit.”

“OhoHOHOLD biHIHIhitch EHEHears!” Tommy hid his face as his face turned a bright red from the comment Wilbur had made about his laughter. As Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s left hand confidence surged through him as he was able to stop that hand from doing anything. Though the free hand did go back to the more sensitive area of his sides causing a loud squeal to escape, making him let go of the hand he was holding to instead turn and squirm away.

“Oh, shut up, you’re such a brat. You’re the one who’s lying.” Wilbur returned the glare, smirking playfully. He could tell that this banter was going to continue all afternoon if neither of them wanted to give up, which he felt was the case.

“Old bitch ears?! Ouch, you’ve hurt me with your words, Tommy!” He faked being hurt by the insult, but still smirked proudly. As he went for his side and Tommy let out a squeal, Wilbur’s eyes widened in surprise. “Holy shit, was that a fucking squeal?!” He asked excitedly. Intrigued, he dug his other hand into Tommy’s other side, squeezing away to try and get a reaction out of him.

“I am not a fucking brat you prick. You are the brat dickhead.” Tommy stuck his tongue out at the other because of the playful smirk on his face. “I’m not lying you ass. You on the other hand are!” he retorted, he was a stubborn one if Wilbur wanted to do this all day he could do this all day.

“GOHOHOOD STAHAHAY HUHURT BIHIHITCH!” Tommy knew the other was just being a little shit and faking being hurt but still he said it to spite him. As the squeal had left his mouth his face turned a bright red, especially as Wilbur not only picked up on it but commented about it. “NOHOHOPE IHIHIT WAHAHASNT!” he lied through his teeth, he did not need Wilbur to have that over his head. It didn’t help his other side was now attacked, a smaller squeal left this time as he suppressed it, trying to hide it with a snort instead.

“Nope. You’re a brat and you’re a liar, Tommyinnit.” He continued smirking as he relentlessly attacked the other.

“Oh?” Wilbur’s eyebrows raised upwards, and his smirk continued to grow. “Whatever I heard, it sounded a lot like a squeal. So you are lying to me! That’s not good!” As punishment, Wilbur quickly slipped his hands under Tommy’s shirt, skittering his fingers around his sides at a quick pace. “Oh my fucking god, a snort?! You really are ticklish, aren’t you, Tommy?” He asked, very amused by the current situation.

Tommy continued to just glare at Wilbur with the relentless attack it was harder to fight back and he just went with flipping the other off as a response.

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT LYHYHIHING!” He whined as the punishment began “AHAHASSHOHOLE” he squirmed around as he pushed at Wilbur to try and get him away. The hands on his bare skin made it a million times worse, more snorts began falling from out of him along with some hiccups. “WIHIHIL SHUHUHUT IHIHIT” his face flushed at the comment, moving his hand in the way of his face to try and hide the bright red. “IHIHIM NOHOHOT AHAHAT AHAHALL”

“Wow, rude.” Wilbur narrowed his eyes at the younger one, continuing to attack after Tommy had flipped him off. Each snort and hiccup that came out of him only fueled Wilbur’s mischievous mood, and he continued to hold a cocky smirk on his face. He dodged Tommy’s hands effortlessly, becoming more and more amused by his reactions. “Oh my god, you’re lying directly to my face! You’re so fucking ticklish, man!” He laughed to himself, continuing to torture Tommy with his touches.

The more he was attacked the harder it was to steady his hands in trying to grab Wilbur’s. Tommy decided that instead he would try to attack the other despite his sloppy form he reached over and poked at Wilbur’s ribs. “FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU BIHIHITCH IHIHILL GEHEHT YOHOHOU!” His face always flushed the more Wilbur would talk “IHIHIHIM NOHOHOT YOHOHOU AHAHASS IHIHIM NOHOHOT!” He protested against the idea, he wasn’t ticklish no no no not true at all. “YOHOHOU AHAHARE THOHOHOUGH!” He dug all his fingers into Wilbur’s ribs hoping it would at least distract the other.

Wilbur’s body naturally arched away from the poke, but Wilbur simply stared daggers at Tommy, still keeping a grin on his face. “Ohoho, trying to take revenge, hm?” He asked. When Tommy went in with all fingers though, he inhaled sharply. He wasn’t even that ticklish there, but he still wanted to keep his laughter hidden. “I don’t think you thought this through, Tommy. If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight I’m going to wihin!” A small giggle slipped out as he put no time into letting Tommy comprehend what was about to happen to him. Wilbur quickly pushed up Tommy’s shirt with one hand, leaned down, took a breath, and gave him a long raspberry on his stomach. If he remembered correctly, Tommy was very sensitive to these.

Tommy could tell he was failing miserable in this fight. It was evident in how he was laughing rather loudly and Wilbur, well he was basically not even laughing. There was no giving up though, the great Tommyinnit never gives up! He knew he had to make a spot change and quick. Tommy decided he would settle for Wilbur’s stomach. If he was right it was a fairly bad spot and would help him. “OHOHohoh yohohou ahHAHARE wrohohong!” He scribbled his fingers on Wilbur’s stomach. Tommy was confident this spot would get a pretty good reaction out of Wil. What Tommy didn’t know was that Wil was also going for his stomach, but in a much powerful way. As the long raspberry was placed on his bare stomach he lost it, a squeal leaving him as endless giggles poured out. He let go of Wilbur and moved backwards as he clutched his stomach to protect it. “FUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!”

With him attacking Tommy and Tommy going for a weak spot, Wilbur knew damn well that he was winning this fight. It had given him quite a bit of confidence, and he knew he would be crowned superior. Well, not until Tommy switched spots. At the sudden change, Wilbur was quick to start cackling again, his knees starting to buckle. “FUHUHUCK! TOHOHOMMY, WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?!” He laughed loudly. His stomach wasn’t this sensitive before, and he wondered why it had suddenly increased in sensitivity, as if it had happened overnight. Wilbur then thought of the better idea to go in for the kill, blowing the raspberry on Tommy’s stomach. As he let go and backed away, Wilbur used this as the chance to clutch his own stomach and catch his breath again. “Oho, whahat’s wrong, Tommy? Are you a little sensitive there?” He asked with a smirk.

Despite the fact he was very clearly losing his ego wouldn’t let him stop in his attempts at winning of course. He was competitive and always wanted to win, no matter how farther it could dig his grave he never gave up. Even if sometimes he would be better off. Tommy noticed that attacking Wilbur’s stomach was a good call as the other cackled. A sly grin formed on his face through his smile as he quickened the spot. He was quickly distracted though by another raspberry being placed on his stomach, his hands faltering again moving them to pull down his shirt and to cover his stomach. “WIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAH.” he shook his head as Wilbur backed away from him. He took the moment of peace to try and catch his breathe like the other. Tommy glared at the old man threateningly “Fuhuhuck yohou I’ll kihill you.” he growled through his giggles.

“YOHOHOU AHAHASS!” Wilbur yelled out through his laughter as Tommy increased the speed of his fingers. However, once he managed to take the upper hand again, he grinned proudly, slowing being taken over by a bit of cockiness. “Kihill mehe?” Wilbur repeated, a surprised giggle bubbling up and slipping out of his lips. “You can try, but I think you’ll be laughing too hard to do so.”

Before Tommy could react, Wilbur quickly tackled him to the ground, laying him along the prime path. “Do you want to try to talk big and snap at me now, Tommyinnit?” He asked, holding his arms above his head the best he could with only one hand. His other hand went under Tommy’s shirt and lightly traced along the skin on his side. Wilbur smirked evilly, investigating the other’s movements.

Tommy finally managed to stop his giggles as his breathing began to go back to normal. “Oh fuck off you dickhead. I’ll kill you and I won’t be laughing at all!” He huffed but was taken by surprise when Wilbur tackled him. He let out a surprised yelp and glared “Oi what the fuck you bitch. Let me go.”

He knew he was in a rather sticky situation with his hands above his head allowing him to be very exposed. Did Tommy know how to shut his mouth though? No absolutely not. He squirmed in Wilbur’s hold “If you don’t let me go right now I’ll ruin you Big Dubs, I’ll murder you and no one will find the body.” He threatened the older, small giggles bubbling inside of him as Wilbur traced at his side. Tommy squirmed away from the touch, refusing to let any giggles fall from his mouth. “I’ll steal your beanie, your jacket, everything you own at that!”

“Hmm, I could let you go, but why should I? You stole my wool, still haven’t given it back, and have been being so, so extremely pesky! So, I don’t see any valid reason to let you go.” Wilbur said as the smirk on his face remained. At Tommy’s threat, he simply chuckled, unbothered. “Really? Are you serious?”

It was a bit difficult to hold Tommy’s wrists together with only one hand, but he managed to keep them together, along with spidering his fingers along Tommy’s side. Unbothered by his threats, he made direct eye contact with the other before speaking. “Tommy, tell me. How sensitive are your underarms?” Wilbur asked, giving him a few moments to respond and register what was about to happen. He then quickly let go of his wrists, stopped the spidering, and dug both hands into his armpits, quickly scribbling.

“If you don’t let me go you’ll never get your wool!” Tommy continued to try and threaten the other. He knew Wilbur wasn’t falling for his threats though so he went back to squirming around. His attempts at escaping were doing nothing so he just glared up at the other “Wil come oooon. I’m serious I’ll kill you!” He whined, adding in a threat at the end.

Tommy’s eyes widened at the mention of his underarms, going through the five stages of grief all at once. “Hey now Wil we can talk about this.” His squirms started to quicken as his nerves kicked in. “Cmon anywhere but the-“ he was cut off as Wilbur let go of his hands and moved them to his underarms. Tommy tried his best to hold back his laughter, though loud giggles still managed to spill out. It didn’t take him long to slam his arms to his sides as to try and cover the exposed area. “FuHUhuHUCK WihiHIHIL!” He twisted to his side trying to get Wilbur’s hands away from his underarms. Tommy briefly moved his arms up to push Wilbur to try and get him away, it didn’t last long though and he had to slam his arms back down.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Wilbur huffed out a laugh, the smirk on his face simply remaining, and having no intention of leaving. He grinned evilly, enjoying every bit of getting his revenge. He didn’t even care about getting his wool back at this point, to be honest. All that mattered in this moment was making true that Tommy would know to think twice before messing with him in the future.

He laughed when he saw Tommy’s reaction to his question, grinning even more at his reaction to when the tickling actually commenced. “Awww, what’s wrong, Tommy? What’s wrong? Do you think you could tell me?” Wilbur asked before letting out an evil laugh. “Oh, wait. I don’t think you’ll be able to right now, with how much you’re laughing at the moment. Are you just too ticklish to be able to speak properly? Because I think that’s what’s happening right now.” He teased, continuing to scribble his fingers.

"I fucking do dare you prick, I’ll get revenge and it will be horrible. I will wreck your shit so badly you will rue the day you ever crossed the great Tommyinnit.” Tommy wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off of Wilbur’s face, oh the things he would do if the roles were reversed. “If you let me go now though I will spare you from your torturous fate.”

Tommy tried to stifle his laughter as best as he could though they still poured out from within, especially with Wilbur distracting and somewhat flustering him with his questions. He didn’t want to risk letting out louder laughter by speaking so he instead just glared at Wilbur in response. That was all thrown out the window though when he was accused of not speaking properly. “FuHUHuhuck yohou IHIHIM speHeHEheaking fihiHIhine!” he protested as his face flushed, bright red spreading across his face.

“Whatever.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, hoping Tommy wouldn’t notice the faintest hint of a blush that was now on his face. “You’re not going to be able to even come close to wrecking me once I’m finished with you, Tommy. Oh, I’m going to get you so bad, you’ll learn not to double cross me again. You’re going to be in tears once I’m finished with you, Tommyinnit.” The young man teased, an evil grin making its way across his face.

Once he dug in, Wilbur was very satisfied with the response that he got. “You’re not speaking fine. Your voice is all wobbly and it keeps going up and down. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course… in fact, I won’t lie when I say that it’s a little bit endearing. Why, it just makes me want to wreck you even more.” He smiled, lightly scratching his fingers up and down the hollows of Tommy’s armpits. “Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Your face is bright red, and you have the biggest grin on your face.”

Tommy wasn’t super phased by Wilbur’s words but the evil grin on the older’s face showed that he was going to stay true to his words. He squirmed under Wilbur in an attempt to escape. Tommy knew he was totally fucked but it never hurt to at least try and get away from this shit. He was starting to regret taking the wool away from Wilbur but there was no way he was giving it back now it was his and his alone.

The fact he managed to roll his eyes at the other’s comment about this being ‘endearing,’was a miracle. “AhaHAhassHoHOLE! Ihihihit’s noHOHOhot. IhiHIHIHILL wreHEheheck yohohoHOU!” As the scratching began in his hollows Tommy jerked his arm to the side as his laughter became more unstable. He was trying his best not to laugh but that was a hard task when his underarms were being attacked of all things. Tommy glared at Wilbur, to the best of his ability of course, as he tried to force his grin down. Which was rather impossible to do at the moment but he managed to lessen it a bit. For his face… there was nothing to be done about that except for moving it the side looking away from Wilbur and hiding it in his shoulder.

“Oh, it definitely is.” He chuckled. “And you won’t. You couldn’t wreck me if you wanted too, Tommy. I mean, look at you! You’re so giggly right now, and I’m barely doing anything. If you wreck me, I’ll just retaliate, and you’ll get off of me.” Wilbur smirked, knowing that statement was true for the most part. He continued to slowly scratch under Tommy’s underarms, making sure to make the touches as slow and as maddening as possible. “Oooh, Tommy~! What are you hiding your face for? Embarrassed?” Wilbur teased in a singsong tone.

“NahaHAHAH I wohont let yoHOHou! I’ll dehehestroy you! Yohohou’ll reheHEHEgret thihihis!” Tommy began to squirm violently, determined to try and be free from the other’s captivity to show his retaliation. Biting the inside of his cheek at the slow movements on Wilbur’s end. Tommy hated many things but when it came to anticipatory slow movements he had a loathing for them. Tommy grit his teeth, closing his eyes as Wilbur sang his name. “Ihihim nohohot hiding my faHAhace.” He stated, trying not to let the teasing get to him.

“Hmm. Sure I will.” Wilbur smirked, not believing the younger boy. In all honesty, he kind of missed moments like this. Moments where he could just be playful with his brother. As much as he loved the evilness of wrecking the shit out of Tommy, he also loved how fun it was, and how playful it could be. He gave Tommy a little bit of mercy by trailing his fingers down to the boy’s sides, squeezing right about where the sides and hips met. “Oh, really now? Well, then you should be fine with making eye contact with me, right Toms?” He smirked.

“IHihi wiHIhihill!” Tommy protested, he could ler if he really wanted to. Was he likely more ticklish than Wilbur though? He would admit he was just only in his head. He was definitely calming down though at the lack of major focus on a spot to just a giggly mess that he was. “Yohohour ahahaha dihihihick.” He giggled out. He honestly was fine with the current predicament, he was actually able to speak and it was more like old times. He let out a squeak at the squeeze and squirmed away for a moment. He was brought back though by what Wilbur sad. Oh this bitch. “Ihihim gohohood ahahactually!” There was no way Tommy was going to give Wilbur the satisfaction of seeing his red face.

“You’ll destroy me? Hmm… seems like a difficult task for you to do at the moment.” Wilbur chuckled evilly as he squeezed Tommy’s hips. He gasped at the insult, his eyebrows narrowing. “And you, Tommy, are a nuisance!” He said before skittering his fingers up and down the other’s sides. Wilbur grinned at the small squeak that he managed to get out of Tommy, watching the other curiously. “Aww, why not, Tommy? You don’t wanna show your face to your big brother Wilbur?” He teased.

“Ahahahas sohohoon ahahas ihihim frehehee ihihill dehehestroy yohohou ihihi swehehear ohohon ihihit!” Tommy let out another squeak at the hip squeeze “Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou!” He didn’t take the insult to heart and just stuck his tongue out at the older. Tommy began to squirm, trying to curl up on himself and hide from the side scribbles. Hus giggles became higher pitched and more unstable in pitch. “NAHAhahahah Wihihil!” He whined but still managed to keep him looking away. “IHIHIHI DOHOhohohont wahahant TOHOHO LOHOhohook AHAhahat yohohohr uhuhugly fahahace!”

“Right. Right. Whatever you say, Toms…” He chuckled. He grinned at the second squeal, and grinned even more when the other’s laughter became more wild. God, his brother was just so adorable. Even if he’d never admit it. “Come on, Tommy! None of this would’ve ever happened if you just hadn’t stolen my wool. You brought this upon yourself.” Wilbur teased. “What? Why not? Why don’t you want to look at me? Afraid I’ll see how flustered you are?”

Tommy was somewhat regretting stealing the wool from the older but he still had no intentions of giving it back. Surely Wilbur would grow tired of this and just give up and then he could take it and hide it in an enderchest. He could say he lost it or something. “IHIHIHI DOHOhohont cahahahare! IHIHIHIHI DIHIHIhihidn’t!” He protested, he didn’t even care about keeping the wool but it wasn’t about the wool anymore. “BEHEHECAUSE YOHOHOU SUHUHUCK! NOHOHO IHIHIM NOHOHOT CAHAHAUSE IHIHIHIM NOHOHOT FLUHUHUSTERED!”

In all honesty, Wilbur didn’t care much about the wool at this point, either. He could easily find some more of the same color elsewhere. He just wanted to mess with his brother more. “You didn’t? You literally grabbed it from me!” He scoffed. “I think someone has my wool? Hmm… where could it be? Is it in your pocket?” He acted oblivious, moving his hands to squeeze at Tommy’s hips.

“NOHOHOHOPE YOHOHOHOUR SEHEHEHEEING THIHIHINGSBHOHIHIT!” Tommy denied despite the fact that was the reason he was in this mess. It was in his nature to deny regardless of proven guilty! “NOHOHOHO IHIHIHITS NOHOHOT!” He squeaked and squirmed, he was lucky enough that his hips weren’t a bad spot. He was able to calm down a bit at this spot, his squirming didn’t cease though. “Wihihihilbur ihihihi dohohohont hahahave ihihit!” He didn’t have it there at least he had it near his back, his tail was holding it for him.

“I’m not seeing things, asshole! The only thing I saw was you steal my wool! Come on, Tommy. You better tell me where my wool is, or I’m going to be even meaner than you can imagine.” He chuckled, skittering his fingers over Tommy’s hips. “Hmm… are you sure it’s not in your pocket? I could’ve sworn I saw you put it in there…” Wilbur moved his hands down, squeezing along the top of Tommy’s thighs.

Tommy was actually considering giving up the wool because he knew Wilbur meant what he said and would be a lot meaner. It was between continuing hiding it to be annoying and get absolutely wrecked or just give it up now. “Ihihihihi tohohohohold yohohou ihihihihi dohohohont hahahave ihihihit!” He protested still keeping innocence. Tommy squirmed slightly at the skittering over his hips. He let out a small squeak at the thigh squeezes. “Wahahahait Wihihihil.” Tommy tried to think his options over more. He could just give it now but then he wouldn’t get in a little bit more annoying Wilbur so he decided to wait just a little bit longer.

“Oh my god, enough with the lies, Tommy!” He laughed. Part of him sounded like he was annoyed with Tommy for keeping up the act for this long. However, he mainly sounded amused. A small gasp escaped his lips when he heard a squeak from the other. “Yes, Tommy? Finally ready to admit defeat?” Wilbur paused, his hands hovering over his thighs. He wanted to give the other a small chance to catch his breath. He may be enjoying playfully tormenting his brother, but there were always limits.

"Ihihim nohohot lyhihihing!"Tommy had a wide grin on his face that clearly said otherwise. He could tell by Wilbur's voice that he wasn't properly annoyed at the situation. He knew that himself cause if he really was then he wouldn't be wrecking him to try and get the wool back. Tommy used the moment to stop his constant giggles. "Ihihif you let myhyhyhy hands go I'll gihihihive the wool bahahack." This necessarily wasn't a lie he mostly just didn't want to expose his tail to the other for him to torture him even more.

“Sure you aren’t.” He chuckled as he held his brother’s hands firm. Tommy really did have some wild reactions whenever he was tickled, and Wilbur honestly thought he could be adorable sometimes. He raised an eyebrow at the other’s proposal. “And you’ve learned your lesson about not stealing your brother’s stuff, hm?” He asked. After a few moments, he slowly let his brother’s hands go and got off of him. “This better not be a trick.” Wilbur narrowed his eyes at the other playfully.

Tommy rolled his eyes at his brother “I’m not, dickhead.” He glared softly at Wilbur, not stealing from him? That was never going to stop. “Yeah sure whatever, I learned my lesson.” Tommy agreed through grit teeth, clearly not agreeing with the no-stealing bit. He did smile though when he was finally free. “Alright don’t worry it’s not a trick. I will give you back the wool.” He huffed, getting off the ground making sure to keep his tail hidden for the moment. “Turn around and I will get it for you, no this isn’t a trick I swear.”

“Hmph. You better have.” He chuckled, showing a bit of the more lighthearted side that he had. Wilbur stretched as he stood up, listening to Tommy. “Hmm… alright. But if this is a trick, I’m getting you ten times worse than I just did.” He grinned, turning around. He crossed his arms across his chest before deciding to hold one out, so that Tommy could place the wool in his hand. That is, if that was actually what he was doing.

#tommy tag!#long post

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