||random oneshots/descriptions|| [I also post some of my original stories]

Wilburrrr! (before things went to shit)

a/n: Im making this during math class, ima prolly fail B)

Wilbur had soft, but very fluffy, curly brown hair. Of witch was complimented with a maroon carefully knit beanie, and soft hazel eyes. He wore a nice yellow sweater with jeans, a belt for a sword, empty. There was a wonderful chestnut and oak guitar slung across his back, the wood stained gently and with care, the bronze strings correctly cleaned and tuned, the quartz tuning knobs gleaning.

There was a simple Grey van behind the Young Adult, with a nice river running behind it, salmon galore swimming through it. A worn path lead up to the simple van, white smoke was pouring out of a window towards the back, something was brewing. The campsite outside had a picnic table, a huge oak tree, and 3 young boys running around.