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After all these years, Grian had finally prepared himself to confess his love to Scar on the first day of the new season. In a cruel twist of fate however, Scar and Cub became mates during the break.
How was Grian going to cope with that?
(Certainly not in a healthy way...)
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17 Aug 2025
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“So what would you do if I got canceled?”
Well, that was sudden. Tommy raises his eyebrows and sits up, coming into view of his phone camera.
“Why? Did you do something horrible, Will?” Tommy asks in a joking manner, tilting his head but Wilbur replies with a stern.
“I was serious, Toms.”
Aka
These two idiots can’t live without each other so they devise a plan so they’ll never have to.
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02 Aug 2025
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“Just go home Wilbur.”
Wilbur’s heart dropped, watching Quackity sigh and turn around to leave.
“What?”
“Go home. You do have a home to return to, don’t you?” He paused a moment, turning to give Wilbur almost an amused look when Wil’s face flushed red a little.
“Of course I have a home.”
“Good. Go there. Don’t bother coming back.”
--or--
Wilbur's come back from the dead, Quackity's been alone, it's a good recipe for disaster.
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22 Jun 2025
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He was dead, and supposedly revived by Dream.
But he still doesn’t quite feel alive right now.
He felt pretty dead to be honest.
Still looking around, he notices his own clothes. A costume, the kind you wear when you’re dead and buried.
That’s what he is, dead.
And he was buried.
Until he wasn’t.
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I always believed C!Wilbur mental state had been overlooked in the lore and decided to center a fanfic around this theme (and TNT duo because we love TNT duo)
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I do not support the CC by the way, I'm only writing this fic to heal the younger me who started to write it 3 years agoBookmarked by Just_Miko
21 Jun 2025
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iced coffee and notebooks by pearledcent
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
11 Oct 2025
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A blonde man stood in the door frame, grinning at Wilbur.
So that was Phil. At the ripe age of fifteen, Wilbur was already significantly taller than the man. Phil’s hair wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. He had blue eyes and was wearing a dark green hoodie with an embroidered heart on the chest.
“You must be Wilbur,” he said gently.or
Obligatory angst filled Wilbur-centric foster fic
NOTE: I DO NOT SUPPORT WILBUR SOOT! This is a reupload of a fic I wrote two years ago, and it has a sequel I would like to finish on an account that isnt my main account. These characters are merely that, characters. I am not writing about the real people.
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18 Jun 2025