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modelbus · 8 months

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Heyy! Could you do Wilbur x artist!reader dating hcs because a musician and an artist? I feel like Y/N like Wilbur makes so much art of him to the point she actually probably made one of their lovejoy posters!! And Wil would teach Y/N guitar and Y/N teach Wil how to draw and its so SDHDSGJ

I'm an artist and I think this would be cute! Hope you can answer this ask <3

- 🍄anon :D

I’m not an artist myself, but my two artist friends came in clutch here!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Artist!Reader

Adored Artist

Idle drawings of Wilbur completely fill your sketchbook. Him playing guitar. Him sitting there. A specific doodle of him with a large forehead— for the joke.

The two of you tend to sit together without talking. You drawing, him creating Melodies and lyrics.

Getting showered in compliments.

He talked about decorating his guitar once, and you drew nothing but guitar designs for the next week.

His callouses and your graphite-stains are jokingly called “battle wounds” together.

When Wilbur buys you art supplies as gifts, he is painfully meticulous in making sure the supplies are good and ones you like.

Him peering over your shoulder to see what you’re working on, always delighted when it’s something related to him. Whether that be a simple guitar sketch for practice, or actually him.

And 100% yes he’d be yoinking your drawings to use for Lovejoy or merch reasons.

“Hey Love, remember that drawing you did the other night?” He asked, leaning against the couch where you’re curled up with a sketch pad. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Wil.” You had laughed, finishing part of the sketch and looking up at him. He laughs too, leaning down to kiss you. “The one with the Lovejoy mascots. And our skull.” He had elaborated for you. Your eyes had lit up, flipping to the page for him. “Yes! That one. I was thinking, maybe it’d be cool to use as a design for merch?”

You couldn’t believe it, that he actually wanted to use your drawings. But, when you realized he was serious, you jumped at the chance.

(He insisted on paying you for it, too, even though you assured him you were perfectly happy giving him the designs. For two weeks you played a game where you passed the money back and forth until you gave up and just accepted it)

He doesn’t shut up about you or your talents ever. Met someone new? He’s pulling out his phone to share your art. Saw someone online talking about art? He’s tagging you to say you’re the best artist ever.

Teaching each other <333

Wilbur had made a small comment, and you jumped on it.

”I wish I could draw like that. You’re so talented, you’re incredible.” “I can teach you.” “What?”

Did not go well at all.

“Imagine that the light is here, okay? So you have to shade where shadows would be, making it darker there.” You explained patiently, gently tapping the areas you’re talking about.

“Shadows. Darker. Shading.” Wilbur repeated, looking up at you. You were leaning on him, your head on his shoulder to see his drawing. A very… admirable attempt at you.

“Go for it.” You encouraged, and he blinked.

“What?”

“…Were you listening?”

“Of course I was, love.” But the way he had leaned in to kiss you—to distract you—certainly said otherwise.

Since you “made” him draw, he convinced you to learn how to play guitar.

You protested (secretly loving the idea of learning from him) but in the end he got you to agree.

Sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you to help you form the chord shapes. It’s cozy, and you’re absolutely failing.

“This is a G—“ “My fingers don’t do that, Wil!”

In the end, it turns into him playing a song for you. But only after you manage to make that G chord, finger pain be damned.

He loves putting up your art on the walls. Taped.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur imagine #wilbur #wilbur x reader

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flosarbor · 1 year

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Some lil cute Tallulah sketches from todays stream

I added a little changes to her design: bites on her tail. What do you think she ate all this time before Wilbur? You can keep thinking she ate dirt :)

And about the Chayanne design. I gave him more nautical elements (he literally has a swimming ring), ears wings (Phil) and black hair (Missa)

#qsmp #tallulah #q!tallulah #q!wilbur #wilbur #q!chayanne

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yanushh · 7 months

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All unfinished works which I won't continue.

A little scene from my head, unrelated to canon or my other ideas.

"When did you start smoking?"

"None of your business."

Hehe, just some lazy background practice and Wilbur. I really want to devote more time to the background than usual as you may have noticed.

Aaand one last sketch

"If you can't cheat, don't try."

That's all.

In general, I'm very surprised by the attention that has come after the last drawings, especially on twitter. And I want to say thank you very much to everyone for the feedback <3

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owosa · 9 months

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The Goddess of Death (BONUS)

QSMP: Taking care of Eggs is Magic (?)

Basically, I saw a tiktok and my mlp fan inside woke up from its slumber, which ended with me drawing ponies (lol). This’s the nineth and last design of a collection that I sketched of mostly the families from the server (the ones I like and know, so like I always said, it was not going to be everyone).

If you are curious about more details, check below.

Mumza: "The Goddess of Death" Of course it's an Alicorn. She is the wife of Philza and mother of Wilbur (how did they have him? Magic, just magic). Considering that Tartarus exists in mlp, that's her kingdom? mixed with the End because minecraft, so basically she is another realm.

All family members have been blessed by her and its has left a mark on them. Philza's black spots and feathers, Wilbur's white hair, Missa's existence. For me, Missa is a skeleton thanks to her magic.

Philza and Missa are just platonic partners taking care of Chayanne. Wilbur is interested in his music career and his baby girl Tallulah. Mumza is in her own realm/dimension and laughs listening to the stories of her husband and son.

#qsmp #mumza fanart #mumza goddess of death #mumza and dadza #trixtin #mlp #ponysona #alicorn

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bonesandthebees · 1 year

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I am loving the Qsmp PTA AU. For all of the parents, what are each of their favorite and least favorite chores?

oooo we are at peak surburban parenting with this question

quackity's least favorite chore tends to be taking tilin to appointments or extracurriculars or playdates. of course he doesn't want tilin to be locked up in the house all the time, but he's just so busy with other stuff that driving tilin around really cuts into his time and he doesn't count it as spending time with tilin either since he's just driving them places. he'd rather actually go hang out with his kid at like a movie theater or make dinner together or something, but then he has to take tilin for a checkup and that takes the whole afternoon and suddenly it's nighttime and there's just not enough hours in the day. he has a carpool set up with roier and jaiden.

mariana genuinely sucks at babysitting. charlie isn't great either, but mariana would much rather be around juanaflippa with at least one other parent around to help him out. he always loses sight of her at the worst possible moments and it gives him a heart attack every time. charlie meanwhile tells people that family dinners are a chore because that's when he has to spend the most time with his "bitch wife". this isn't exactly true he doesn't hate mariana that much but he's very dramatic about their marital problems. also the entire process of making dinner, and any meals really, for juanaflippa is a headache because of how many allergies she has. of course charlie doesn't mind this his little girl needs to eat, but damn it would be easier if he could just give her a pb & j.

spreen has the energy of a guy who would pass out trying to change a diaper. I have not watched enough of him to know if this is true but it's the vibes i get.

while foolish doesn't dislike socializing he really isn't a fan of all the social events the pta puts on that you have to go to all the time (this definitely has nothing to do with the fact that bad shows up to every single one of these. nope no way not related at all). he'd much rather stay at home sketching out more blueprints (I think he's an architect in this au) or exploring the city with leonarda. vegetta doesn't mind and happily goes to events like these on his own (it's a wonder people still think foolish is the flirt). but vegetta hates home repairs like if the sink busts or something so foolish takes care of that stuff for the family.

jaiden doesn't mind cleaning chores because those give her time to clear her head and she enjoys spending time with the kids so she doesn't mind babysitting either, but cooking is where she fails. girl has burnt water before. she's not allowed near the stove in the house so roier does most of the cooking. meanwhile roier hates doing dishes so it works out for them both.

phil can't stand things that keep him tied up at home for long periods of time. like a full day of house cleaning? nope get him out of there the man needs fresh air at least for a few hours every day. missa dislikes grocery shopping because he can never find what he's looking for or he never brings enough reusable bags or he forgets something- phil does the grocery shopping for them lmao

wilbur has a whole list of mundane chores he absolutely sucks at because he's used to living on the road and keeps forgetting the things you have to do when you're settled in one place for a while. like missa, wilbur also hates grocery shopping. but unlike missa wilbur just uses the wonders of instacart and gets a lot of their groceries delivered to the house. he also sucks at putting laundry away. he's used to keeping his clothes shoved inside a small suitcase you think he's gonna know how to hang stuff or fold it? no he does not. he makes an effort to hang up tallulah's skirts and dresses so she doesn't show up to school in wrinkled clothes, but his own outfits are a mess. at least they're clean. and he also sucks at cooking but like his solution for grocery shopping, he has a dashpass for doordash so he and tallulah eat take out at least 3 nights a week.

bad is like the 50s housewife stereotype except he's a single parent. he cooks he cleans he bakes—he does it all! except vacuuming. on god this man hates vacuuming. I have no explanation for this except I hate vacuuming and I couldn't think of anything else for him

#ask #qsmp pta au #archtypal-archivist

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romancingdaffodils · 1 year

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Pictures and portraits

ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN

sort of out of character wilbur but it’s okaayyyyy

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.

NAMED BY JADE !!!!!

2.1k words let’s go raahhhh

Wilbur was perched on the edge of a bench. Leaning forward, tilting his head and moving his legs, he was trying to get the perfect angle. A new painting. A gorgeous willow tree hunched over a deep green pond, the long hair like branches tickling the surface of the water. His sketch was going okay, it was the first time he had experienced true motivation in months. All was well until an oblivious passer by stopped right in front of him. He groaned, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough to voice his own frustration. However, what he hadn’t realised was the depth you added to his new piece. A person, who he had to admit looked very sweet, stood examining the same beauty he had seen. He was no longer angry. He began rapidly sketching, it wasn’t quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; he’d go over and ask you once he’d finished this. He didn’t need to move, you simply came to him after about 20 minutes. Unaware of his plan, you strolled over the bench to check the pictures you had taken. Nodding at Wilbur, you silently asked ‘am i alright to sit here’. He nodded in return, allowing you to do whatever before he spoke. Quickly, you checked the pictures you had taken. A few had been on a disposable and the rest on your actual camera. Deleting any that weren’t from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.

“Photography?” he said, looking back at you. He gave you a small smile, but he was still trying to figure out how to ask if it was okay he had included you in his art.

“Yeah! You’re an artist?” you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.

“That’s right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you don’t mind.” Wilbur quickly turned around the pad as he spoke, revealing the sketch. It was so gorgeous. You looked beautiful, the rough pencil drawing had complimented you more than any camera. You were stood in the centre of the drawing, he had captured you at a 3/4 angle. The disposable camera was visible in your hand, and some how he had managed to enhance your feature’s charm by 1000. Not to mention the immense detail in the background, how perfectly he had captured the scene. You were in complete awe. How could one person have such talent?

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, it’s gorgeous.” you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. “Oh, I don’t know your name. I’m y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. It’s so pretty, you made me so pretty.” you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldn’t help it, the sketch was just too incredible.

“I’m glad you like it.” he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. “Wilbur,” letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasn’t sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.

“Wilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?” you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.

He couldn’t help but return the smile, looking down at you. “Thank you. Yeah, I’m going to paint it. Actually, I’d quite like to take it home. Would you mind, giving me your number or something? I can show you progress. I mean, only if you want to. Maybe so you could send me the pictures you took, so I can get the colouring right. Again, only if you want to.” he was a little proud of his cover up, he just really, really wanted your number.

You had practically started glowing as you reached down for your phone, you showed him your number. “I don’t know it off by heart, sorry.” you said, laughing slightly “And, of course I’ll send over the pictures. I’d be happy to help, you’re so talented.”

He nodded his head, in an attempt to distract himself from your constant compliments. He also retrieved his own phone from his pocket, he typed in your number and sending a quick text to check he had it right. The notification popped up and he smiled, content with successfully having your number. You had returned to admiring the art, eyes flicking between him and the sketch pad.

“You like it that much, huh?” Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldn’t understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.

“You make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing it’s so incredible?” you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“I’m not sure, if I’m being quite honest. I’ve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I don’t think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.” he watched you move back; he sat the sketchbook back in his lap. His eyes flicked around the view he originally had, making sure everything was perfect in his sketch. You almost scream, he doesn’t hate it because you’re there. “Well, I think it’s perfect. Especially the background, you must’ve been here for hours.” you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera you’d spent your life’s savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, “How’s this?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Perfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.” he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied, pulling your camera over your head and the disposable into your pocket. Your phone was safely tucked in your other pocket, your phone that now had Wilbur’s number saved in it.

He stood up, then offered out his hand to help you stand. He felt a bit stupid, but kept his hand out. You took it as you stood. You looked at him, looked up at him. “Christ, you’re tall.” you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.

“I get that a lot. 6’6” he said, smiling down at you. He started to walk, his steps far bigger than your own. You picked up the pace to keep up with him, though you didn’t really mind.

“6’6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re a photographer? What else do you photograph?” he responded, turning the conversation in a different direction. He craved your voice; he wanted to know you. Slowing down to match your pace, he thought about the way you had complimented his work before. Phrased so beautifully. So genuine. It brought a soft smile to his face.

“I, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever I’m wanted. Sometimes I do photoshoots for others - like weddings and stuff, they pay decently. But, I like to take pictures of things I think are pretty. Let me know if you ever want a photoshoot done.” you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple, everything felt so natural. You had a feeling Wil would be one of those people you instantly clicked with and would never ever let go. To be honest, from the forty minutes of knowing him, you didn’t want to let go. You’d put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldn’t confront you about it, you were wrong.

“So you think I’m pretty, y/n?” he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Um, uh. I-“ you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. “You’re a cunt!” you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.

“Y’face was a picture. Maybe I’ll paint it.” he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite pretty too.” he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.

You were sure you could die in that moment.

“Do you sell your artwork?” you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided he’d go along with it.

“Yeah, I have a little group I’m in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. It’s more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.” he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. He’d probably crash into something if he stared for too long.

“That’s a really cool idea. You make much money?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I’m kidding. Depends who’s buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we don’t.”

You nodded as he spoke, you understood that. You continued to walk down the gravel path through the park, talking about anything that came to mind. You dreaded the walk coming to an end.

It had been two hours since you met Wilbur, and you were developing the largest crush you’d had since seeing Damon Albarn in the 90s. Your worst fear became a reality, the walk ended. You were stood at the gate to the park, a foot between you. Wil smiled. You smiled.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?” he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didn’t notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.

“I’d love that. Where do you want to go?” you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“There’s a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. I’ll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?”

“3 is perfect. I can’t wait.” you said, still beaming up at him. He couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re going to ruin me.” he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye y/n.”

“Bye Wilbur.”

Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, “I’m going that way.”

“Let me walk you home.” he replied, he decided he should’ve offered that in the first place.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him beginning to walk the way you had pointed. You ran a bit to catch up to him, shaking your head. “Rude.” you said, looking up at him.

“Sorry, dove, I won’t walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?” he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah? Where’s this cannibal? I’ll fight him off myself.”

“He’s right next to you.” he said, sarcastically.

You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. “Noo! Please!!!! Don’t eat me?! Where’s my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!”

He laughed, you laughed.

“I lied. I won’t eat you. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I’ll be on the look out for being eaten though.”

“Probably for the best.” he said, watching as you turned a corner. He was walking on the outside of the pavement, closest to the road. He felt like a gentleman.

“I hope you’re not going to stalk me now you know where I live.” you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didn’t mind though.

“No promises.” he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Do you even live anywhere near here?” you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.

“Yeah, not too far.” he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the truth either, it was about a 40 minute walk from where you were walking now. Fortunately, you had made it to your building.

“This is me.” you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.

“Flat?”

“Yeah. Everything’s way expensive here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.”

“Good bye Wilbur.” you said, waving him off. He waved back before strolling away. You sprinted up to your flat and immediately collapsed on the couch, screaming into a pillow. You had never been so happy.

#writing #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #romance #please help #wilbur soot #fanfic #artist!wilbur #silbur woot

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mikaikaika · 10 months

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Hello I've seen you around the QSMP spaces a lot, but I'm curious!! Do you have any cool headcanons you wanna share?

Hey anon! Thanks for the question and sorry if it took me a while I was recollecting my thoughts. I don't have any set hcs but a few thought sparced around here and there so here they are. They are mostly about the eggs but some people found their way in

Tallulah has all of Wilbur's letters memorised and she repeats them when she finds herself in danger. However sometimes Chayanne hears her muttering in her sleep and if he pays attention he can hear the repeat of Wilbur's words.

Richarlyson does not like to take baths due to his parenthood side that comes from Catboy Cellbit

Flippa and Tilin were very clumsy and often got injured so they had a bet going on with each other about who can convincingly tell their parent the most batshit crazy getting injured story without worrying them too much. Their record was never broken despite their exaggerated shenanigans

Missa was the better chef of the house who used to make diverse meals. Seeing him Chayanne took up cooking because he wanted to help after he saw how exhausted Phil was while taking care of two kids. It now helps him make proper use of all the potatoes and now he has one more skill he can use to provide for his loved ones incase they are stuck in danger

Not mine but someone had a hc that Antoine is an alien due to his moon and the tomska sketch he was a part of. I just wanna add to it that that is the reason his mc skin is layered with an outer layer. So it is him trying to imitate huamans and trying to fit in. That's the reason he has like three faces cause he wanted to fit in by doing his best attempts possible

Since Phil said they shop at hot topic cause they're a emo family, I think Tallulah hates it, so as a little sign of rebellion she keeps choosing tshirts with the most ridiculous captions to take home like one that says "crazy plant lady" with weed on it but Tallulah insists it represents her venues or anything over the top pink that she can find there like I'm talking mable pines level fluffy

Dapper is really good at doing rubix cubes and loves them but Ramon absolutely hates due to how engrossed Dapper got when he was learning it

As Chayanne grows up he end up outgrowing his duck floatie. So he ,with the help of Ramon and dapper, devises a belt with a duck belt buckle on it that can turn into a floatie anytime it is required. It comes in handy more often than you think.

Baghera is deathly afraid of snakes cause she's a duck

Cellbit's family are his anchor anytime his past comes haunting him back. He often gets nightmares that wake him up but all it takes is him seeing the picture of Richarlyson with he Favela Five or turning to his side and seeing the face of his sleeping husband and with one squeeze of his hand - Cellbit comes grounded back to reality and peacefulness.

When he's outside and people are accusing him of being a traitor or when things get too rough, you would often find Cellbit toying with his ring. It serves him as a reminder that his past is behind him and now he's in a better place and no matter what he would always have someone looking out and waiting for him - something he has never had before

The dragon colours that the eggs would be turned into coincides with the signs they use. Flippa's would be green similar to what gegg uses, Bobby's was brownish since he used normal signs, Tilin's would be slight orange as hers was red but she passed hers down to Pomme and Trump is light blue since his was blue but he passed it down to Richarlyson as Richas is more socially "loud" than he is

If Tilin and Juanaflippa were still here, their name together with Tallulah would have been TFT trio

Pac paints his nail but it's always chipped due to him working with Mike but you would never see it completely gone and no one knows how/when Pac reapplies and redamages it

Also I love this hc that all the partners of the people on the server are some kind of godly entity with specific powers that tie into the story

#These are just random thoughts I've had #I hope that's what you meant #There's prob more that I have rambled out in the tags but don't remember #But these are the ones I let's say more or less actively think about #Thanks for the ques nonnie #It was v interesting #I will try to be more focused in the future lol #Hope you see this #Mika mumbles back #Ask #Anon #Qsmp #Hc #Headcanon #Hcs

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dementorfromazkaban · 12 days

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☆Welcome hotties, nerds and fools☆

(yes i changed tools to fools. who's gonna stop me? not you.)

i'm here, at your service to assist in stalking this user. what would you like to know?

Basic Info:

I'm Ani, your friendly neighborhood slytherin residing in cabin 3.

I don't mind any pronouns, but i prefer she/her.

i'm a turbulent infp, a bisexual disaster, a september virgo, and a regulus kin.

everyone is welcome to this blog, and please do not hesitate to interact! 🤍

(exceptions being queerphobes, sexists, racists etc. you know the drill)

Things I Love (Misc.):

absolutely obsessed with dead gay wizards from 70s, a bit of harry potter (separating the art from the artist) and pjo. i love flowers, coffee, the sound of rain and the smell of soil after (not a big fan of rain itself), photography, sketching, reading, music, art, night sky, stargazing, delivering speeches (ik that's random af), making friends, poetry, having long conversations (debating ideas), writing, singing, sunsets, dark chocolate and scrolling tumblr and spending an unhealthy amount of time on ao3

that's all i can think of for now 🤠

Books:

hp, pjo, the hobbit, the picture of dorian gray, pride and prejudice, agggtm, the diary of a young girl, several geronimo and thea stilton books, shatter me, thunderbolt (by wilbur smith), some roald dahl works and more i can't remember

also, a lot of amazing fanfics <3

Music:

i'm not very picky but i do have some favs; conan gray, kpop (mostly bts and itzy), lana del rey, girl in red, taylor swift, david bowie, queen, abba, hozier, louis tomlinson, pixies, harry styles, mother mother, lorde

(is the impact of marauders on my music taste obvious?)

Lovely Mutuals:

@silence-between-seconds @daydream-of-a-wallflower @wolvesandshine @re-is-back-in-black @chaserofstars11 @good-oldfashioned-lover @lady-stardust-incarnate @kurt-cobain-is-jesus-in-disguise @sleepinginmygrave @ecstarry

(and the others i've never interacted with, directly or indirectly. i love you all 🤍)

i'm not very much into movies and shows, but recs are always welcomed 🤍✨

congratulations, you've successfully wasted your time ✨

now that you know about this user more than her family, this is me, ani, officially signing off.

*bows, salutes, runs away*

#i thought it was unprofessional of me not to have an intro post #anyway here we are #ani tries ig

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zorishy · 1 month

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I would like to express my appreciation for the remaining members of the bur/tropesona community who don’t support cc!Wilbur. Seeing all of the love, understanding, and support that you guys have been giving one another as well as cc!Wilbur’s victims has really helped me cope with everything going on right now.

Not to mention that so many people separating these characters from the awful man who created them out of sheer love for the stories and the community surrounding them makes me feel less guilty about continuing to make art of something that genuinely makes me happy. I wish that I had this when similar things went down in other fandoms I used to be part of. I am eternally grateful for all of you. <3

I’ll be posting art and taking more doodle requests this weekend. Also I have finished the sketches for all my tropesona redesigns so expect those in the coming weeks.

I’m out of stuff to say for now. goodnight everyone <3

#zorishy says random stuff #Zorishy does an emotions #bursonas #tropesonas #burs reclaimed

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ryemackerel · 8 months

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HALLO i was wondering how you get out of art block?? your art is very expressive and i absolutely adore all your colour choices and designs. ive been having trouble with art block for a very long time now so i’m just trying to ask other artists how they get outta it <3 i hope u have a niceday yesyes

OUGHH HELLO!!! holy crap, art block is the WORST. everytime i encounter it, its always hard to beat it D: theres days where i feel like i WANT to draw something so badly but my brain just. cant function

i dont have a definitive solution for art block, but whenever i do, i have a few ways to cope with it. sometimes they work, sometimes they dont? but whenever the time comes and im just sitting at a brick wall, i got some survival tips

1. come up with random silly ideas,, it could be anything: random words, phrases, scenarios. they can be as nonsensical as you want them to be. during art blocks, my mind is completely dry with ideas, so i always try to compile a list of ideas from the past so i can come back to them later on. i try to come up with random duos or something as simple as “mcdonalds date”. i might not work on these now, but maybe some random lil word can spark that creativity in me

heres my art ideas list… i have some ideas that are like 8 months old in there BGAHSGA, but i save em there till i feel like working on them

2. STRUGGLE DOODLES!! i like to make a bunch of doodles of random scenes that i think about in my head. doodle practically anything. your favorite person, favorite animal, something you see outside your window, frogs?

heres a few of mine. most of the time, i NEVER get to finishing them. however, during art blocks sometimes i like to go back to really old, incomplete guidelines and add some new, random addition to it. sometimes i forget what my sketches were exactly meant to be? and i guess thats the fun about interpreting stuff and giving things a new spin to them. during art blocks, i HATE trying to come up with new drawings from a blank canvas (since i dont even have any ideas to begin with). but working on old wips, or completely revising them? sometimes these can be super fun :]

[and bonus tip!! and this is like, a golden tip that everyone loves: going back to super old drawings and redrawing them!! its my favorite. i absolutely love seeing the improvement ive made over the years. its also pretty easy to work with since you dont have to stress about coming up with completely new ideas from a blank slate! GAHH i should do that more often.]

3. search up your favorite fanart, go on pinterest, anything. i love this one.

search up some really cool photos of outfits, aesthetic backgrounds?? i find myself searching up a lot of fanart of fandoms im in, any word with “aesthetic” at the end, casino aesthetic, anything! pinterest has always been my go-to platform to find ideas. i go on the app and not even a second in, im blown with all of this cool art n character designs. i have a problem saving almost everything i find into my boards, but at least i saved a chock-full of ideas i can work with. :)

a thing about me: ive never been the type to try and force my art block out. whenever im facing a block, its extremely difficult for me to come up with things on my own. sometimes i let it wait for a while, but that tends to take a REALLY long time. D: if i dont feel like drawing, or doodling, or really doing anything? i always like scrolling through really pretty photos. that tends to spark a small idea in me i can work with, and sometimes i manage to get out of art block from there. it starts out small, then over time it gets even better.

these photos especially gave me WAY more motivation than i ever had to draw wilbur during an art block moment. i started off making small random doodles of him in a neon city and over time it kinda turned into a fixation for neon cities. i LOVE imagining characters in random photos i find on pinterest.

wishing you the bestest in your art journey!! this crap’s tough but i know you can break it yo. thank you so much for the ask!

feel free to reblog and add your own ideas below :] i was only able to come up with a few, but if youd like to add on, go right ahead! /noforce

#ryemackerel asks

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trenchcoatsbi · 7 months

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Happy five months to the Trenchcoat!!

psstt check out the stuff under the cut there’s more art and it’s pretty cool stuff if i do say so myself

Hi so I’ve been meaning to draw anons, like for fun and my enrichment (<- i really like drawing things for people i like) and uh that sketching session I had like three days did net me a lot of terrible awful rough sketches I could work off of, so i kinda just bit the bullet and started doing shit. so uh yeah that’s why there’s bonus drawings this go around for the blogiversary! There’s 2 more bonus drawings on the way btw!! I just did not have the spoons (or the ability to keep my joints normal enough) to be drawing long enough everyday to finish four full drawings from scratch with multiple characters in each, so the other two will be posted in the next few daysish hopefully…

sorry to anyone not included in one of these/in the other two I did try my best to remember as many of our frequent askers as possible but a lot of the anons who haven’t been chatting recently kinda just got buried by the qsmp folks lol…. speaking of the qsmp yall are pretty much the reason there’s group drawings and not just all silly doodles like the one with me and Vale (<- which i technically drew last month and could’ve posted at literally anytime but shh that doesn’t matter). I mean group drawings are not easy either but fucking hell you guys are three drawings all on your own…

I had to try so hard not to ask you guys what you looked like since I wanted this to be a surprise and since I just made up designs for the most parts here's who's in the bonuses!

Bonus 1:

Vale (🌾🪶 anon)

Bonus 2:

official-big-q

llulah anon (twice technically lol)

wilbur (ethercollective)

bad & foolish (itty-bitty-ferns)

q!pac anon

Bonus 3 (I might repost this drawing later with edited shading. it's too dark looking at it on my computer screen ugh i hate how colors look different on different screens):

💙🐏 anon

🦁⛰️ anon

Voidling anon

#phil posts #guys i’ve been going insane keeping this to myself btw I was so close to going to the discord and jsut posting the bonuses early over there #luckily my terrible sleep schedule knocked me out enough to keep me from doing that #i literally finished bonus 3 uh like at 2 am this mornign? something like that idk it kept me up cause my ipad kept crashing #like its not the most layers I've used for a drawing but I sure did put a lot of overlays on for the shading...#should i tag the anons here? probably. will i? no. god no sorry guys i don't wanna tag yall rn #anyway working on bonus 4 now let's goooo #i fucking forgot ot post this it was literally why i got on my computer fucking helll

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pizzainator · 5 months

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34? :0 And if you wanna sketch a character, how about c!Tommy :)

okay funny thing- #34 on my playlist was the Wizard101 Celestia Combat Theme so here's a silly au type drawin of tommy and wilbur (I know u only asked for Tommy but I had to draw both once I had the idea) if they were in w101. Also I've thought wayy too much about what w101 schools each dsmp character would be so extra info below the read more :-)

Okay I went for Fire school for both Wilbur and Tommy. The W101 website says this about pyromancers:

Fire is passion, the bright, burning flame of raw emotion sweeping over everything. Those who follow the School of Fire, known as Pyromancers, are tempestuous, quick to anger, and consumed by whatever drives them at that moment. They tend to walk a fine line. Having great passion and enthusiasm for one’s loves in life is good, but watch out! Passion can burn you up and consume you, leaving nothing but a charred husk of your former self. Pyromancers use Incantations to dominate and convince Fire creatures to do their bidding.

I felt like out of all the schools fire fit both of them pretty well but I thought it would be interesting to give them a secondary school as well, so Tommy has Ice and Wilbur gets Myth.

Ice: Ice Magic is all about persistence, slow but steady progression and advancement, like the great glaciers forever sliding across the landscape. Those who embrace the power of Ice, known as Thaumaturges, exhibit great patience and strength, but as a result they sometimes become rigid and inflexible. Thaumaturges use Chants to bargain or plead with Ice creatures to serve them.

and Myth: Myth is imagination. The power of the mind, and everything it can create, drives Myth Magic. It is illusion and dreams made real. If the Wizard can conceive it, it can be brought forth and even brought to life. Beware, though, for when imagination becomes too fanciful and whimsical, dreams can escape control and run wild. Wizards of the Myth School, known as Conjurers, use Naming to summon beasts of legend by memorizing and calling out their True Name.

Some small interesting things with this is obviously Fire and Ice are opposite elemental magic. Myth is instead a 'spirit' school not elemental and according to the website: 'Myth dwells between Fire and Ice, for that is where the shadows lie, and Myths are the shadowy forms of thought made real.'

For their outfits- Tommy is in the default first outfit you get at the start of the game, very much a beginner wizard. While Wilbur is wearing Meowiarty's Intense Robe which you get from the end boss of Marleybone which is a London themed world.

I gave Wilbur one of the sword wands, I just think they look cool. But now that I've clicked the wiki link to the wand I chose I realize that its the Valor Wand which was a veterans day special item...

anyways- I'm gonna reblog one of my super old posts about my dsmp w101 school headcanons.

#Wizard101 #dreamsmp #pizzainator art #my art #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ask game #ghosts-and-blue-sweaters #pizzainator post

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fernlessbastard · 1 year

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fern… if u have time… may we see ur c!tommy design?? (if not thats fine dw <3)

Ok so this has been in my drafts for a while but I don't think I'll be drawing much of Tommy rn as I have no time so take these old sketches

So I hc that half of his face is paralysed (as per what severe injuries from getting beaten up with a fist and/or a potato would likely be), and thus he covers that half with hair

Also one thing I try to remember is my hc that all the SBI members have a little braid in their hair. I forget all too often, especially on Wilbur and Techno, since I started to hc that after already having fairly set designs for them, but I love this concept and do my best to remember.

Another thing is that I saw somewhere on Instagram hc that Ranboo embroidered allium on Tommy's bandana, but now I can't find it (of you know who the person could be PLEASE let me know). 3 for each Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

Btw i know i answer asks like this after a while, but i honestly love them, since they push me to design and draw more characters, so like, absolutely keep them coming

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bonesandthebees · 6 months

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It's funny bc I was debating whether or not to ask specifically for sandduo but then I was like "do I really need to ask" so I just went in blind LMAOOO

Although I do have a really weird request... (ik I went so def don't have to go again!! I'm happ with my sandduo hehehe), I was wondering if u had any more like behind the scenes lore for a Dusty Tomb?? :00 ik u said u might write for it again (literally no pressure, I am very content with what we have), so I was wondering if u had like... Ig like ideas of what their future together would be like or OO more about the magic system :00 bc damn that was really cool

If not don't worry about it!! I know it's from a long while ago ehehehh

you didn't need to ask i already knew o7

hmm I don't really have anything else written for a dusty tomb sadly. I briefly considered toying with the idea of writing another one shot in the world showing phil and techno teaching little wilbur had to shoot a bow and arrow so he can fight monsters but I never got around to it. also in my head wilbur grew up to become the equivalent of a naturalist for monsters in that world where he would go with phil and techno on their adventures but just stand in the corner sketching out the monsters they fought and writing notes on their behavior and characteristics while dodging the swords and fangs and all that. essentially he'd create guidebooks for monster hunters to use :)

#ask #icyfox17 #a dusty tomb #trick or treat

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romancingdaffodils · 1 year

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Pictures and Portraits

The Exhibition

LETS GO PART THREE

artist!wilbur x reader

3.1k WORDSSSS

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU LILLY AND JADE FOR HELPING ME OUT!! U GUYS R THE GREATEST

thank u for everyone liking my stuff i’m so grateful and i’m so happy thank you guys i love you so much i’m so glad u like my stuff

once again lilac writes pure fluff nothing but fluff always fluff

Saturday. You were stood in front of the mirror, a frown planted on your face. Desperately tugging on your clothes, you felt so dumb. Once again, you were going over the top to impress Wilbur. You had last seen him on Thursday, you felt sick with nerves. You’d spent all of yesterday texting him, he’d sent you a picture of the painting he had started when you first met. It was almost finished, you’d complimented him and his work nonstop. He’d complimented any pictures you sent, especially the ones of yourself. You decided you’d ask him about your current outfit choice, you still felt stupid.

‘Wil, can you tell me if this looks okay please :)’ you pressed send, along with a picture of your reflection in the mirror. He read the message. He started typing. He stopped. He started typing once more. He stopped.

‘WILBUR JUST RESPOND STOP DOING THAT.’ you added to your previous message. You could practically hear his laugh through the screen.

‘Sorry just had to print out that picture. You’re gorgeous dove. You’re making me feel a bit underdressed actually. Pick you up in 10.’

‘HAHA, okay. No I’m sure you’ll look great Wil :). See you in a bit.’

You panicked. Rummaging around your room, you desperately attempted to find a bag that matched your outfit. Upon finding one, you stepped out of your room and walked to the front door. You paced up and down, your stomach turning. The knock at your door came sooner than expected, you flung your door open and flashed Wilbur your brightest smile.

“Hey.” he said, smiling down at you. His hands were full, one holding flowers and the other had the sketch pad in hand. The sketch pad he had first drawn you in.

“Hi. Oh, Wil you shouldn’t have.” you replied, looking down at his hands. He simply laughed in response.

“Don’t worry dove, it comes at a price. You got a vase for these?” he said, gesturing to the flowers. You nodded and moved towards your kitchen, letting him into your flat. He closed the door behind him with his foot, following you through to the kitchen. You filled the vase with some water and then held it forwards, he placed the flowers in.

“What’s the price?” you asked, head tilted as you placed the vase in the middle of a shelf in your kitchen.

“I can’t quite get the lips right in this, do you mind?” he said, taking your hand and leading you back to the lounge. You didn’t mind at all. You sat down on the couch, your knees pressed against Wil’s who was now sat next to you. He had his pencil pushed against the page, leaning further and further in.The gap between you was barely existent. Wilbur smiled, his eyes flicking down to your lips. Your whole face felt like it was burning, he was smirking at you. “Sorry dove. I just really, really can’t get your lips right. Too pretty I think.” he stated, looking back to his sketch pad and then leaning straight back in. He was so shameless. You couldn’t reply, you were completely tongue tied.

He tilted his head as he closed the gap completely, your lips met. His hand delicately crept up to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. Both of your eyes were shut, your hand shakily moved up to the hair at the nape of his neck. You intertwined your fingers with his hair, scratching at the skin beneath it. He hummed into the kiss, the soft vibrations sending tingling sensations across your body. The butterflies in your stomach had broken free and were now attacking the rest of your body, your head was spinning. Wilbur so expertly moved his lips with yours, you couldn’t tell how nervous he felt. You couldn’t tell at all. But, he was so anxious. You turned him into a fool. He’d told you when you first met ‘You’re going to ruin me.’, and now he had confirmation he was right. You’d flipped his world upside down in the best way possible. Now he was a nervous mess, kissing someone he was so fond of. Someone who never turned him down.

He pulled away, taking in heavy breaths, eyes opening to admire your face. Your lips were still slightly parted, you looked back at him in some sort of daze. You smiled. He smiled. His hand hadn’t left the side of your face, and truthfully you didn’t want it to. Dropping down your hand to his shoulder, you delicately placed your other hand on the side of his neck. It was hot. You had no doubt your face was hot too.

“You alright?” he asked, admiring everything about you.

“Perfect.” you mumbled, you could no longer meet his eyes. You felt far too embarrassed. To you, the kiss had felt incredible, but what if it was horrendous. What if you were a shit kisser? You’d kissed people before, sure, but never Wilbur.

“You’re indescribable.” he stated, his thumb brushed over your lips. His hand still on the side of your face, the other had moved to rest on your waist now. “So, so fantastic. You’re everything. Especially for someone I’ve known four days. ” he added, eyes wandering to your lips once again.

“Y’too nice to me Wil.”

“Not nice enough.”

“You’re horrible.”

“You’re cruel.” he replied, laughing softly at your completely love-stricken expression.

“We’re going to be late.” you said, finally meeting his eyes.

“I lied, doesn’t start till one. We’ve got a good hour and a half.”

“Oh?”

“Sorry. I wanted to spend some time with you.”

“You just had to ask.”

“I know. Can I kiss you again?”

You nodded silently, he leant back in. You fell back onto the couch rest of the couch, head resting on the arm, laughing into the kiss. Your arms that had once been supporting you had turned to jelly - you had literally fallen for him. He smiled, his hand never once leaving your face. His thumb rubbed comforting circles on your cheek, the hand on your waist kept a tight grip. He slipped his tongue in, so innocently. As though it were nothing. You had both your hands on the back of his head, he was positioned above you after you had collapsed backwards. The delicate scratching sensation made his heart melt all over again. You giggled into the kiss as he squeezed your waist. His hand moved up and down - reaching your hips and then repeating the action. You were in some sort of trance. Pure adoration had control of your mind as you felt nothing but Wilbur. Wilbur felt nothing but you.

You both pull away, looking at each other with glazed eyes.

“I hope you haven’t crumpled my outfit, Wilbur.” you said, laughing lightly.

“I think that’s the least of your worries.” he replied, using his thumb to try and fix the lipstick that was smudged across the edge of your lips. It was also smudged over Wil’s lips.

“You’ve got lipstick on you.” you stated the obvious, he just raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah? Does it look good?”

“Mhmmm. It’d look better if it wasn’t all over your mouth.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“You kissed me first!”

“You’re the one with lipstick on.” he teased, still trying to fix the mess of your lips. It wasn’t going very well and had just left him with a red thumb and index finger.

“Fair point. It looks a bit funny.”

“Yeah? Look what you’ve done.” he said, lifting his hand into your view. You laughed at his now tinted finger and thumb, he can’t help but smile.

“You tried to fix it. Once again it’s your fault.”

“Oh, forgive me for being kind to you.”

“You’re forgiven.”

He sat up and moved away from you, sitting properly on the couch. He stretched out his legs, knees beginning to ache. “One hour, are you excited?” he said, looking down at his watch. He turned his head to you, watching as you struggled to sit up properly. He laughed, you scowled back at him.

“So excited, I’ll get to see more of your work. And meet Joe.” you said, finally managing to sit up straight. Wilbur laughed, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Promise me you won’t make fun of me after what he says.” he said, grabbing your face gently and making you face him. You laughed as he squished together your cheeks.

“No promises.” you said as you swatted away his hand, laughing at him once again. “Come here.” you added, Wilbur turned to face you. You moved onto your knees, and began pressing kisses across his face, the shadow of red lips being left on his skin. You were now the artist, your muse was your canvas. He smiled, laughing as you tilted his head to get a better angle.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his hands safely settled on your hips, helping you maintain your balance.

“Working.” you responded, humming as you pulled away to examine your piece. “One sec.” you said, freeing yourself from his grip. You wandered over to a shelf and grabbed your camera. The same camera you had used the day you met. You walked back and stood in front of him, giggling to yourself.

“Photoshoot?” he questioned, you nodded in response.

“Smile!” you said, beginning to take pictures of him. He did smile. You were so unbelievably happy, so was he. “Pose! You’re a rockstar, you’ve just left your groupie.” you said, obviously joking. You were acting like the stereotypical photographers in film. He laughed in response, hair flopping in front of his face.

You captured every moment. Every smile, light laugh, deadpan, and the kiss he had blown you - you captured it all. He was so perfect, and so photogenic you were actually quite jealous. “Okay one more photo.” you said, grabbing a different camera from the coffee table. This one was a polaroid, you sat down next to him. He automatically wrapped his arm around you. You pushed your lips to his cheek once again, pressing the button. The camera flashed. You had the picture saved forever now. He reached over and took the polaroid from the camera, shaking it. You smiled up at him, he laughed.

“Y’gonna have to get this of my face, you know that right.” he said, continuing to shake the polaroid.

“No it looks nice, call it modern artwork.”

“You need to fix your lips too.”

“Oh, yeah, good point. Let me see.” you said, grabbing the picture from his hand. You smiled, it truly was a work of art. “I can’t paint, but I can do this.” you said, showing him the polaroid. He smiled.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, go on, get some makeup wipes please. I need to look semi-smart if I want to sell anything.” he replied, taking the picture back from your hand. He pulled his phone from his pocket; he removed the case, and placed the polaroid on the back of his phone. He put the case back on. The picture was now sealed behind some clear plastic that was carried everywhere with him. You tried to ignore his actions as you walked towards your bathroom, grabbing the packet of wipes. You hummed as you removed the smudged mess from your own face, quickly reapplying the lipstick. You then moved back into the lounge, Wil was sat with his legs stretched out and his arms laid over the back of the couch. It must be painful being that tall and gangly. Delicately, you sat down next to him, wipes in hand. He turned his head to look at you, smiling. It was such a genuine smile.

“I’m ruining my masterpiece.” you said, frowning as you moved to your knees once again.

“You’re restarting with a blank canvas.” Wil responded, hands resting on your hips once again. He’d never been more delighted to be so affectionate.

“I think my canvas is too good looking.” you said, beginning the quest of wiping away the red stains. He laughed, you smiled.

“Yeah? It’s a good job you’re not my canvas then. Fortunately, you’re my muse.” he said, watching you carefully. The feeling of the wipe on his face was a little funny, he didn’t mind though.

“I think I could get used to that.”

“Good.”

“Okay, all gone. Should we set off now?” you said, sitting back on your heels. Wilbur’s hands never once moved from your waist; instead he turned his body, and moved with you.

“Sounds like a plan. I think my friends are excited to meet you.”

“Yeah… something about you not shutting up about me.”

“Something like that.” he said, letting go of you and standing up. He put his hand out, you took it. He pulled you up effortlessly, he was oh so tall. “Are you ready?” he questioned, looking down at you.

“Sure.” you replied, he slowly began moving towards the door. He picked up your bag for you, tossing you the keys from it. Sweet. The two of you walked out, locking the door behind you. So, the journey began.

You arrived at the exhibition, Wil helped you out of his car, and led you through the gallery’s doors. You could’ve screamed, you were met with the different members of Lovejoy’s artwork. Ash’s cartoon style that completely contrasted Wilbur’s own realistic portraits. Mark’s work that only could be described as fast paced, and Joe’s much tamer pieces. They all worked together so well despite being so different.

“You must be Y/n!” one of the men shouted, you assumed he was Mark by the fact he had been stood next to the big sign that read ‘Mark Boardman’.

“Yeah, uh, that’s me.” you replied, flashing him your best smile. Wil squeezed your hand, a sign of ‘don’t be nervous. they’ll love you.’ you took it gratefully.

“I’m Mark! That’s Ash.” he introduced himself and then gestured to the guy with nice hair next to him.

“I’m Joe. I’ve heard a lot about you actually, Wi-“ he started, once again being quickly cut off by his taller counterpart.

“Shut up Joe.” Wilbur said, pulling you toward the part of the gallery filled with his own work.

“Not even a ‘thank you’ for setting up your stuff?!” Mark said, leaning against a wall. Ash laughed, you were smiling. It was like a family, you could understand why they were so close.

“Thank you.” Wil said, deadpanning at his friends. You laughed, Joe was smirking at you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n, Wil thinks you’re ‘impeccable’ and ‘single-handedly the most beautiful person he’s ever seen’. Oh, how could I forget ‘jesus christ she’s driving me insane’.” Joe said, shouting so Wilbur couldn’t interrupt him. Wil’s cheeks were now dusted a soft pink, he was shaking his head and repositioning the framed pieces. You laughed once again, smiling at his friends once more.

“Oh, really?” you teased, looking over at Wilbur.

“That’s not even the worst of it.” Mark added, Ash nodded along with him.

“Half an hour until we’re open.” Wilbur stated, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. His forearms were now on show, you could’ve died. You were stood awkwardly in the middle of his section, admiring his art hung on the walls. Each time he moved past you, he’d place his hands on your hips as to not bump into you. You weren’t sure if you should scream or cry, delicate touches leaving your head spinning. He hadn’t even realised he was doing it. A subconscious action that was tearing you to pieces. “Y/n, when we open up, you can sit here, if you’d like. Just so you don’t feel like you’re in the way.” Wil said, looking over to you. He gestured to a seat that was in his section. A desk with two chairs at it, it’s where transactions were made. You’d be sat, watching the art sell itself. They hardly had to do any work, though they all thought selling was the worst part - harder than the actual creation process.

You were about two hours in, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of Wilbur. He was mesmerising. He laughed along with potential customers, his art sold itself as you’d assumed. All the customers needed was a little push, a small smile, and flop of hair. Then the painting was sold, gone to a different home. Every so often, he’d look over to you and give you a thumbs up. You’d return it. He had apologised half an hour ago, he hadn’t realised how busy it was going to be. Truthfully, he’d been hoping to take you through all of the artwork in the gallery. Show you the talent that lined the walls, but you said you didn’t mind. You were quite content sitting, and watching him. Plus, you had your phone for entertainment. Then, it was his turn to completely melt. He’d never been more happy.

The exhibition came to an end, everyone looked exhausted. All of the excessively rich men and women had retreated back to their mansions, leaving the artists completely drained. Wilbur collapsed into the chair beside you, the bags under his eyes had grown tremendously.

“Hungry?” you offered, looking at him, and then to the rest of Lovejoy.

“Extremely.” Mark replied, Wilbur laughed.

“I could eat.” Joe said, looking over to Ash for confirmation. Ash put his thumbs up, you already knew Wilbur’s answer. Somehow, something told you you were going to get along well with his friends. Wil leant forward, looking at you.

“Sorry it wasn’t much of a date, love.” he whispered, directly into your ear. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, before quickly leaning back into his chair. He was so close. You felt sick, butterflies in your stomach. Wil smirked at you, eyebrows raised. You scowled back at him, he was just too mean. You couldn’t stay mad at him though, you didn’t mind it not being much of a date. You’d seen a different side to him, he was so great it was unfair.

“Can you two stop flirting please, I’m hungry.” Mark said, groaning after he spoke. Your stomach churned once again, pure embarrassment.

“Piss off.” Wil said, glaring over at him.

“To be fair, y/n did offer us food.” Joe replied, shrugging.

“You’re right. I did. There’s a nice enough pub near here, it’ll still be doing food. You wanna go there?”

“Sounds good to me.” Mark said, the rest nodded.

You were in for a long night, not that you knew it yet.

#wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #artist!wilbur #wilbur x you #please help #wilbur fanfiction #i lobe them #i’m so lonely #pure fluff

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