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Changed the username on this one back to vibe guardian because even tho I don't use it anymore I STILL AM THE VIBE GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE VIBES GDI and I wanna keep it hehe :3

Rip "badhonkers" you will be missed.

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Sideblog no longer in use.

Formerly @mineguardian

Rebranded and merged with main. This blog won't be used and all mc/mcyt content (aka purely reblogs) go to main (@alexgalaxyboo) :D

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I’ve been saving this joke for 5 months

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i am so fucking excited for wilbur and quackity to have lore together man their dynamic on the smp is so interesting and oh my god i love their acting i am just adsmkjsdagh

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Ahaha,,,, ender dragon milf,,,,

#*vague gay simping noises*

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my personal hc that for the longest time phil didnt know techno was a good 15 years younger than him

#or #id like you to also consider #technically immortal Phil vs REALLY SLOW piglin aging techno

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I present to you

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Fishing and stories :D

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Fun fact I wrote another fic aha

#who gave you tHE RIGHT #THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS YOUR HONOUR

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There is so much Gender in your Wilbur how is it done? /pos

It’s the hair methinks

#gender is stored in the wilbur

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The Crowfather!

#THE MAN HIMSELF

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How many lessons does it take for a message to sink in?

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so i just recently found out that c!wilbur canonically smokes. ok. cool. but what if instead of cigs…. pipe!

blue flame/smoke inspiration: this

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Imagine Wilbur singing you are my sunshine to Tommy after he was shot in the duel with Dream. Tw for blood and death yay

It happened so fast Wilbur nearly missed it. One moment Tommy and his bow stood tall, his fingers trembling but his expression fierce. And the next, Tommy lay doubled over, an arrow sticking sharply out of his chest. Ignoring Dream’s jubilant cheers, Wilbur rushed to Tommy’s side, cradling the boy into his arms.

“It hurts Wilbur” he whimpered

Wilbur brushed the hair gently out of Tommy’s eyes,

“I know Toms, I know.”

A bead of blood pooled into of the corner of Tommy’s mouth, slowly dribbling down his chin like crimson tears.

Tommy coughed, a grating wet noise. He started to choke, blood splattering onto Wilbur’s jacket.

“Shhhhh... Shhhh” Wilbur ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair “It’s gonna be okay”

Tommy looked up at Wilbur again.

“Will you sing for me?”

Wilbur tried not to notice the way that the brightness in Tommy’s eyes was rapidly fading into a dull grey. This was just a normal night, a normal lullaby, like Wilbur would sing to Tommy before the war. Tommy was not dying.

But Wilbur could feel Tommy’s heartbeat pressed close to him, and he could feel it slowing.

Wilbur opened his mouth, struggling to find a voice. Slowly he croaked out,

“You are my sunshine”

Tommy relaxed into Wilbur’s arms

“My only sunshine.”

His hand fell limp onto the ground

“You make me happy, when skies are gray“

His eyes fluttered shut, and they did not open.

The song died in Wilbur’s throat and his breath hitched. Cradled in his arms lay Tommy, a smile on the boy’s cold, unmoving face.

.......

Months later Wilbur lies in the lap of his father, bleeding out like his brother did before him.

Phil clings to his son like a lifeline but Wilbur’s gaze lies elsewhere.

He stares into Tommy’s shell shocked eyes. Tommy’s sunshine hair is coated in soot and dust, and his blue eyes hold nothing but anger and desperation.

Wilbur’s eyes begin to feel heavy, and his vision grows black spots in the corners. All around him he hears screams and sobs, and the smell of smoke fills his broken lungs. Phil’s tears drip onto his face, mixing with the blood and ashes.

He doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry.

It turns out he can’t do either, because his vision is rapidly fading, and he knows his time in this godless world is coming to an end. At least he went out with a bang, he tells himself.

Wilbur takes one last look at Tommy, smiling weakly

“Goodbye, sunshine,” he mouths.

Above Wilbur’s bloodied body swirls a smoke filled sky. There is nothing but ash and soot and dust, and the sun is nowhere to be seen.

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tommyinnit, known america hater, is finally receiving divine punishment in the form of watching his best friend be successfully wooed by known american ranboo

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tommyinnit, known america hater, is finally receiving divine punishment in the form of watching his best friend be successfully wooed by known american ranboo