C!Wilbur Would Draw Himself Like A Patchwork Man, Sewn Together Like Frankenstein's Monster. He'd Draw

c!Wilbur would draw himself like a patchwork man, sewn together like Frankenstein's monster. He'd draw his eyes red and his skin pale like death, as though his spirit was shoved back into a decaying corpse a few days too late.

But he'd look in the mirror and see himself as he really is: a human man with bags under his brown eyes, and a few white hairs in his bangs. He's tired and stressed, but his flesh is rosy and his body is whole.

And wondering if he deserves that blessing would keep him up at night, I think.

okay but we can’t all be final girls. realistically who would u be in a horror movie?

happy pride month!! friendly reminder that ctinarose in gay love <3

mr president ??

reblog this to put a leaf on your mutuals head

Quick! Someone write a TNT Duo fic where Wilbur finds out about what Quackity did to Dream in prison and immediately kisses him on the lips