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I hc that mostly all Wilbur's are Yandere besides (Maybe) ARGbur and Ghostbur.

Wilbur from "Internet Ruined Me" Music vid is simpbur,,,

"Look, I know I must sound insane, But that's part of the package. If she can't handle me at my worst, she don't deserve my mental baggage." -- Internet Ruined Me Wilbur

"Simpbur" is a musician just like all the other Wilbur's and loves writing songs about you and only you, he always tries to include you in his songs (If he was in lovejoy, he would made the band only sing and write lyrics about you. Example being Perfume)

You know the phrase "If I can't have L'manburg then no one can"?

"If I can't have you, then no one can!"

Wilbur soot into the Wilbur-verse (Lmao)

Simpbur is a soft boy

ARGbur is a emo, opposite of Simpbur

You were the best thing to happen to ARGbur and Simpbur

Simpbur is lovesick

Revivebur would be good at cuddles if he took a fucking shower,,, (This is just me making fun of revivedbur)

Pogbur wanted to die with you so when he blew up L'manburg Manburg he forced Phil to kill you and him in one stab. (Kinda like a Kebabs LMAO)

Simpbur loves to see you in his Beanie and in his hoodie, he wants everything to smell like you.

Pogbur never takes off his beanie, he's probably never taken a shower in his life once Manburg was a thing, he's been to busy to care about his health (Mental and Physical)

Bonez is a Simpbur,, well,,, simp, lmao

Revivedbur smells like smoke, coal, and sweat

Simpbur is like a golden retriever, you tell him something, he'll do it

You help him with his,,, habits and help convince him to take a shower (Which was easy enough, I'm looking at you Revivebur-) and help cut his hair to not cover his whole face.

Simpbur is actually pretty in shape, he's got abs for days

Simpbur/Internet Ruined Me Wilbur (IRMBur) used to have an online relationship but went horrible wrong

Simpbur loves giving you

Simpbur shines of cuteness but also is dangerous

ARGBur and Simpbur would wear Cat ears if you asked, Simpbur would wear them within a millisecond but ARGBur would hesitate but comply after a minute or two.

The lyric "They don't love you like I do" reminds me/is the definition of Simpbur, ARGBur, and Revivebur.

Revivedbur and Simpbur both have sharp vamteeth kind of like vampires, Revivedbur's being sharper and stronger than Simpbur's.

Simpbur love's streaming with you and only you

Simpbur loves all the fanart from fans of you and him

Almost forgot Ghostbur, My little Blue.

Ghostbur cries realizing he can't touch you, being a ghost and all.

Ghostbur cries blue.

Ghostbur's Limbo is being stuck in a flower field, you would be there bullying him, manipulating him, he would cry for hours even if it burns him, but deep inside he knows you wouldn't do this to him.

Ghostbur doesn't know if he's in Limbo, he just thinks he's supposed to be there.

Ghostbur loves calling you his Blue because you take the sad away, also loves calling you sunshine.

ARGBur loves to call you his love, he has weird pet names for you but you find it endearing, example being "His ___" and "My___"

Simpbur loves calling you his/my darling, his prince/princess/royalty, his star.

Revivedbur is a bit simple than the others with the pet names, simple things like "Love" "Sugar" and "Sweets", He'd rather use you name since it's more special.

If ARGBur is feeling a bit shy he makes ARGInnit drop off his gifts on your doorstep or in person.

ARGBur arrives at your doorstep shivering and drenched in cold water, you let him in and let him stay over. Let's just say he memorized your house format and loves to hear you ramble or talk, he tries to remembering the important things you say to use in the future.

ARGInnit would be ARGbur's wingman, helping him get with ARGBur.

THIS IS THE END OF THE RAMBLE LMAO, Now starve >:)

THIS STORY MIGHT CHEER YOU UP

my brother is the funniest person ever

context: a raccoon literally tore a hole (i call it a door) and is currently living in our attic/ceilings and is primarily above my brother and I's bedrooms and we named it rat because we're attached

so now we have a raccoon roommate WHICH I JOKED ABOUT A RACCOON BEING IN MY CEILING MONTHS AGO BECAUSE I HEARD SOMETHING AND ITS TRUE??

we have to get rid of it because it might have babies in our attic and then it won't leave

His destiny is visible even on the battlefield, but he’s far better suited to the pressed collars and delicate jewelry he finds himself wearing in office. He isn’t especially fond of wearing a tie, he saves that for grand occasions only, but he introduces plenty of well-fitted button downs into his wardrobe alongside his well-loved sweaters. If you look carefully, you might catch a glimpse of the thin gold chain he keeps hidden under the neckline of his shirts. It holds a locket, as he’s always been far too sentimental for his own good, but no one has seen what lays within the little gold heart. Even a man such as Wilbur keeps some secrets for himself. It matches the gold of the ring he’s taken to wearing- on his right hand, strictly unwilling to let it be mistaken for a wedding band- but it’s nice to fidget with, to twist around his finger when he’s feeling anxious.

He’s been wearing his hair the same way for years, but he lets it grow a bit longer now, soft curls falling over his forehead, not quite long enough for it to stay put when he brushes it out of the way. He’s in high spirits more often now that the war is at least mostly over, and his eyes sparkle when he smiles, wide and genuine and nearly contagious in his enthusiasm. He hasn’t lost the edge that brought him to his position though, and those same eyes are still capable of burning with a rage that would bring a man to his knees if anyone dares threaten that which he loves.

There’s a healed scar running up the edge of his arm and over his wrist, a thin reminder of broken glass he traces over sometimes when he’s distracted. He got lucky, he knows. All his other scars can be carefully hidden.

Limbo!Wilbur is broken. He’s a fragile remnant of the man he once was, hiding behind the curtain of his hair and his coat. Where once the fabric emphasized broad shoulders and a tall frame, now it nearly drowns him, curled in on himself where he sits on the cold tile floor under artificial lighting, watching yet another train come and go without him. His locket lays broken across the floor, he can’t bear to look at it anymore. His ring was abandoned along with his station, but he continued to protect his necklace until it arrived with him here, until the unassuming gold heart seemed to burn his skin where it laid against his chest. He doesn’t want to think about it. He has nothing else to do but think.

His well-kept curls sit ruffled from hours of pulling his hands through his hair. It’s starting to grow in white in the front, he can see it in his reflection in the train windows sometimes, and he hates it. He doesn’t recognize his own reflection anymore. Maybe that’s better?

He has many more scars now. There’s a scattering of white lines across long fingers, some from a careless slip on the sharp edge of a rock, some from a misplaced exposed wire as he worked to set up the explosive end of his life’s work. The scars don’t bother him anymore. It’s not as though anyone will ever see them anyway.

-Wilbur (this hurt me to write. mmm, feelings.)

this is literal shit but ill just redraw it smh

HELLO???????? HELLO SIR ???????

BUTCHER Q MY ANGEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!

MY RING FINGER IS BARE C!QUACKITY PLEASE PUT A RING ON IT !!!!!!