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Wouldn't do any more future lovejoy/wilbur soot inspired works, my heart and support goes out for Shelby
#I can't fucking believe I looked up for him#he was literally one of the reasons I want to try different styles of editing and stories#was one of my inspirations tbh#And at first I didn't want to believe that it was him until proven but the implications were heavy towards about him#its sucks#I'm glad Shelby speaks out about it#proud of her<333#and Wilbur's apology is fucking god awful#also am not sure if I should keep my posters that are obviously inspired by lovejoy#my friend said I should just edit the captions#but idk
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the wilbur soot "apology" was fucking AWFUL my god. I haven't been online all day, and the first thing i saw when i opened up twitter was... that. All i can say is that i hope nobody is still defending his ass after seeing that post
i'm happy that shubble is getting some public support though, even if some of it is suspiciously late
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regarding wilbur. (TW: sh, suicide, abuse)
it was all fucking fake.
the personality. the stage persona. the want to support his friends. it was all an act.
it was all some sick, fucking act to hide the fact that wilbur is actually just an fucking lunatic and shitstain excuse for a human who deserves to be locked up and put somewhere way deeper than hell. he never gave a flying fuck about shelby or anyone, just himself.
they had a fucking safeword, and yet this fuckwit weaponized it and BRAGGED about biting her so hard that it made her bruise.
not only that, but he only feels bad now that he got caught, and wrote some half-assed chat gpt "apology" where he doesn't even apologize. a better term for it would be "lame ass excuses for why i put Shelby and so many others through horrible shit."
more of a personal take on this, but literally almost every aspect of my life has been somewhat affected by him before this. he kept me from k*lling myself and he helped me through the worst time of my life when i was dealing with severe self harm. but now even the thought of his name makes me want to throw up.
and hell, i am in NO place to talk. i didn't even know the bastard, so i can only imagine how everyone who had the displeasure of knowing him feels. my heart goes out to shelby, tommy, philza, techno, quackity, leandra, zoe, charlie, tubbo, aimsey, billzo, ranboo, and everyone else who had to put up with wilbur's creepy fucking behavior for way too long.
if you still support that wretched fucking psychopathic god awful manwhore, get the FUCK off my page. you are not welcome here and never will be.
if you're hurt over this shit, you have every right to be. i know most of ya'll loved him. i did too. he was one of the few people i could look to for some kind of comfort. but now, our main priority is making sure this fucking bastard isn't given the fame and support he once leeched off of us for.
however, i would just like to say do NOT dox or threaten wilbur. sure, he's a fucking pathetic piece of shit, but doxxing and threatening to kill him make you no better than him.
shelby probably will not see this post, but i just wanna say i am so proud of you. i was a victim of abuse for some time and it's one of the hardest fucking things to open up about. you are so brave and strong for finally bringing this up and we all are by your side during this. we love you /p, keep your chin up so your crown doesn't fall :)
and to wilbur. william patrick spencer gold. fuck you. you've been putting on this fake ass little persona of being a sweet, caring person for way too long. we don't want anything to do with you anymore. if i were you, i would get your pathetic bitch ass off the internet and never come back.
sure, people can change. if you do manage to better yourself, good for you! congrats on bettering yourself. but nobody's forgiving you. you're still just a sick twisted excuse for a person and you deserve to ROT for everything you put Shelby through.
-Ezra
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Another introject post because nobody can take a moment to think.
If you have did and have an introject of Wilbur or Shelby and are in any way making the domestic abuse situation about you-
Disrespectfully shut the fuck up and get the fuck off the internet.
I have no respect for anyone- introject or not- who decides that domestic abuse by a creator you really like is now something you can make about you.
I saw a streamer discuss the situation and say something like, “To all the Wilbur introjects hurting, we see you.”
Why are you not seeing Shelby? She’s been hurt horrifically by a man who gave a weak apology and years of emotional scarring.
I get finding out someone you’re introjected off of did something awful. I get it. However, stay the fuck out of the conversation when it’s currently drowning out the space that we should be using to support Shelby.
I’ve never been into MCYT. It’s not my thing. I don’t enjoy it at all, but every Wilbur introject “grieving” right now needs to take a step back and realize the position they’re in.
Shelby is grieving the time spent with him, the physical and emotional wounds she’s been inflicted.
Shelby was the one who was hurt. Remember what position you’re in when you decide to speak over a victim for the sake of making domestic abuse about you.
Anyone who has decided that instead of supporting the victim, we should instead be supporting all the hurt fictives and factives of the abuser?
Shut the fuck up.
The level of disrespect is on par with Technoblade’s death, likely worse, and it’s not even been a week since this has come out.
This person was abused and instead of talking about what we can do for abuse victims, introjects are making themselves out to be one.
If you don’t want to be perceived as him then fucking source separate, but do not take the space of this away from the person who needs it the most. I can promise it’s not you.
I’ve spoken a lot about Wilbur introjects. If there are Shelby introjects, just remember that you are not your source- claiming any of what Wilbur did was real for you specifically also takes that space away from a victim.
I get this is a huge shock and everyone’s not sure what’s up, but god does the internet need an ounce of respect for fucking abuse victims.
This is why abuse isn’t taken seriously. It already isn’t. Go on and mix in a bunch of people with did with Wilbur introjects making themselves of all people out to be victims and it’s no shock Shelby’s voice might be drowned out.
Have some fucking tact, realize that you as an introject are not a fucking victim here, and kindly let this situation play out without taking the spotlight for yourself and your source issues.
If you’re so sad and ashamed and all that- fucking separate. That’s it. End of story and discussion.
The did community is a fucking cesspool.
Edit: this is not because I’ve seen one Wilbur introject acting this way- it has been all of them.
Grow up please.
#wilbur soot#dissociative identity disorder#fictive#factive#wilbur mcyt#wilbur situation#introject#traumagenic did#did#adult did system#did osdd#actually did#did system#mental health#domestic abuse mention#dissociative system#actually dissociative
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THANK YOU GHOSTLY-TART HOLY FUCKING SHIT i am so glad that im not alone in thinking that the apology tour was god awful. I don’t have a lot to say that actually sounds smart at the moment so i won't bother, but it was so uncomfy watching it like. Bro! Especially the Eret stream. That was just so bad, like, cmon. Eret didn't need or deserve an apology, and also if they're gonna demand a better apology from Wilbur than they should at least give an apology thats better than a fucking two word book. Couldve at least said it out loud!
Sorry i have personal beef with cEret-
bro i hated that stream so fucking much its the worst one LMAOAJKGADJ
the apology tour felt like a waste of time every single stream, i didn't even watch niki's, i just read posts and kind of skimmed through it later, and it sucked and made no sense adjkgjkad niki didnt even LIKE ghostbur
#ask#SHE MET GHOSTBUR LIKE ONCE ANDHE FREAKED HER OUTTTT#also the sheep is adumb cop out#if revivedbur exists then ghostbur should not.#dsmp neg#idk what to tag these im so sry
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I hope you don't mind me saying, but I did see a post once where someone described Tntduo's relationship as "a cursed thing with no head or tail," (or something of the sort, I forget the exact wording.) and I think that fits them really well. They came barging into one another's life with quite literally no fucking warning, and their first interaction (at least the first interaction with any real depth) was Quackity running for office in a country he knew... Basically nothing about, against Wilbur, who knew basically nothing about Quackity. And in the end, they were separated purposefully without so much as a word (as much as they may have liked to speak, but nothing's fair in their lives, really.)
Their relationship was... quite literally a learning experience, all completely centered around learning the other person and their struggles, knowing and understanding them, and their last few interactions showed that they did know each other. They learned to hit each other where it hurts, but that's all it really was, and after they completely knew the other person, the experience was over.
It's true that they didn't get to hash all that out in the end, but I think that's okay because I think there was a mutual understanding between them. Wilbur came to las Nevadas and was met with silence, Quackity left a letter at the peninsula and was met with silence, but they probably already knew everything the other wanted to say. They just don't get to say it.
A cursed thing with no head or tail.
I don’t mind at all! And I think I actually saw that same post as well! And while I absolutely do get what you’re going at, and I really do like that interpretation—the idea that their mutual, unsaid apologies indicate an understanding beyond words—it’s like… the fact is that ccWilbur wanted to include cQuackity in his finale. I don’t know exactly what that would have entailed, but ultimately it was scheduling conflicts—with Tommy going to America etc etc—that got in the way. That’s literally it. And… I know that that’s something out of the CC’s control as well, I know that I know that but god. It just leaves me feeling so fucking hollow, man. A cursed thing with no head and tail except… to me it feels a bit like what we got doesn’t even have haunches, if that makes sense. I’ve reread the final scene of the Wilbur Van so many times, and no matter what happens in this potential ctntduo stream, that is still going to be their final canonical interaction. And that’s so fucking awful. I think that fistfight being their last true interaction is what has really caught me up. For however many unspoken words can hang between them, mutually understood, ultimately the last time they saw each other was. It was that. And to me, that’s not simply having no tail. It’s just (and I feel awful about saying this) bad storytelling.
Fuck. I KNOW I SHOULDN’T BE SAYING THAT. I know it happened due to things out of their control, and I know it’s entitled, that I’m one fan amongst millions and I know the CCs don’t owe me anything. I would never, ever actually like. Hate on the CCs for this sort of thing. I would never go to twitter and @ their accounts to try to make any demands or anything, I wouldn’t. But full transparency… yeah.
But I’m not simply going to be negative in this response! I know that this will mean absolutely nothing, BUT!! Believe it or not, I’m actually not against the idea of tntduo’s ending paralleling their first meeting, their relationship being something that has no real tail. I just think that their fistfight in the Wilbur Van is just a terrible way of going about that. Something that might have worked, something that would have very closely drawn that tie between the fact that Quackity was, at the start, the one who initially barged into Wilbur’s life, is if Wilbur went to apologise and Quackity just said—no. If Quackity’s didn’t even let him get a word out, just fucking slammed the door in his face (or however they might express that in minecraft) and sent him on his way. And as you pointed out, their mutual unsaid apologies can very much be interpreted as exemplifying this idea. But I think I would want it to be an actual character moment, y’know? Something we see, on screen, as a decision that cQuackity has made. I think it would be in character for him, something that might line up with him creating all the slime clones and so in the moment he is so much more focused on the future, on the power he will have with these slimes rather than hearing out what Wilbur has to say. And then it would also make the moment in his finale, after his death, of writing out his apology to Wilbur one that has so much more impact.
Keep in mind that is something I just came up with in like 5 minutes so it’s probably not even close to perfect or anything. It honestly might’ve just been even more upsetting, and I’m sure I would’ve found plenty to complain about if that was the ending but like. Yeah. Ah well. While I am (as clearly shown) upset with what we got, I really am aware that like. Ultimately it’s just a silly minecraft roleplay server that I’m taking way too seriously. It is what it is. And I’m still excited for the non-canon ctntduo stream!
#idk if this makes sense#and that this all doesn’t come across too awfully#i just. man. yeah.#i’ll just find my peace in fanfiction#ask#little-kat07#tntduo#tntblr#wilbur soot#quackity#dsmp
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Headcanons for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader
(A/N): ope, went a little overboard with this one (also it’s not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes)
You have wings on your back (the feather pattern depends on what parrot floats your boat)
If you’re a Scarlet Macaw, Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, or Chestnut-Fronted Macaw, then you have black lines on your cheeks and heavy black lines around your eyes (think Hawks from bnha but less pointy)
If you are a Hyacinth Macaw, you have yellow markings around your eyes and mouth
If you’re a cockatiel, you have a killer mohawk/hair that is always very pointy and orange circles on your cheeks (how cute!)
I have a feeling that your hair is incredibly soft
Very sensitive wings
I feel like your teeth would be sharp and your nails would normally be fast-growing, long, and sharp
You tilt your head like impossibly far when you’re confused or trying to hear something better
Like your ear would almost be touching your shoulder
The head movements are very jerky and kinda just happen on their own when you hear something so you would have a lot of neck pain : (
You’re allergic to chocolate : (
I feel like people would underestimate you greatly and think you’re nothing except the ditzy comedic relief
Parrots are actually very intelligent
It bums you out to hear people say things like that behind your back when they think you can’t hear, but you try to not let them get to you
You give the best cuddles and are very affectionate with the people you’re close to (you’re also very cautious of strangers)
You’re also very in tune with the emotions of the people around you
You see someone sad? Head nuzzles and wing hugs
You see someone angry? You deescalate the situation the best you can and make sure they’re ok afterwards
You can dilate and contract your pupils rapidly at will
You may or may not stare at people doing it until they notice you staring or until they get creeped out
You fuck hard with any type of seed, nut, or fruit
When you get excited, it’s literally so cute??
Like you do everything parrots do
Little happy pitter patters with your feet, flutter your wings, your pupils contract and dilate rapidly, you make a ton of mob sounds
You’re easily excitable, hyper, and happy most of the time
It makes everyone happy to see you so excited so they would often go out of their way to get you things that make you happy
“Hey (y/n) I have some extra melon seeds if you want em!”
*Pupils contract and dilate rapidly*
You are loud
Like very loud
And very talkative
Like everyone knows where you are at all times
If you’re quiet and they know you’re around, either something is very wrong or they’re about to get pranked
God forbid you start to scream, your scream is loud enough to deafen someone for a brief amount of time and would leave everyone’s ears ringing for days on end
The mere mention of yours and Tommy's names together in one sentence is enough to give Philza a headache (someone give this poor man a couple of advils and a long vacation)
You two are literal demons when you’re together
Very chaotic relationship
You both like to fuck with people by sneaking up behind them
You would make mob sounds and Tommy would jump them before you two made a break for it
You and Tommy almost got killed by Techno a few times, but in your opinion the look on his face was 100% worth it every time
I feel like you would cart him up and down from the towers he builds
He could relate to being stereotyped as the stupid loud one, so he recognizes right away when you’re sad about it and will try to cheer you up
His main go to is the jukebox
Oh my god if he plays his jukebox around you, you go full send with your dancing
*AGGRESSIVE HEADBANGING*
He would laugh at your awful dancing, but he would join you eventually
Cat and Mellohi go hard
Speaking of music, Wilbur uses you as a walking soundboard
He needs a sound sample? You better prepare for spending most of your day recreating the sound
He needs back up vocals? You spend most of your day listening to his voice and other singers so you could replicate it
You don’t want to disappoint him so you try extra hard to appease his picky music composition
You kinda stress yourself out over it sometimes
When he notices (which he will, he’s very perceptive), he immediately calls it a day and has some sibling bonding time
You both bond over liking to eat strange things
Amazon macaws like to lick clay deposits on riverbanks so you like to have some on you at all times to lick when you get stressed
Wilbur carries some in a bag in his pocket and you carry a bag of sand
Whenever one of you notices the other has a rough day, you give each other your respective stuff
You have to be sneaky with it though, Philza always takes away nonedible stuff from his children if he sees them trying to eat it (he has good intentions tho)
It always looks like a drug deal
With Techno, I feel like he would find you incredibly annoying at first with how loud you are
He would actually start to hate you when you started to sneak up behind him
It got to the point to whenever he would hear your voice he would get irrationally mad and have to leave the house for a few hours
He, like everyone outside your family, would think you were useless and incredibly stupid
That was until he passed Tommy’s room one day and overheard you crying and telling Tommy about your insecurities
He would spend the next few days ignoring you bc he felt bad
He would spend those days contemplating on why he treated you like he did
Coming to the realization that you were likely trying to get closer to him and you were just being yourself, making him feel like the biggest piece of shit
He totally had no idea how to confront you about this, so naturally he went to Philza (that man was literally so happy that his children were gonna start to get along)
He would spend the day gathering golden melons because he found out that you’d never tried golden melons before from Philza
When he approached you one day with an apology and some golden melons, you were suspicious at first
He hated you, so why would he get you these things if he didn’t need anything from you?
Quickly finding that his apology is genuine and he felt incredibly bad for treating you like that over the years
You picked up on his guilt pretty quickly and made quick work to reassure him
He would take you on short trips and would soon find that you’re very useful in detecting mobs and deterring creepers with cat noises
He would never admit it, but he loves it when you would scare Tommy or Wilbur, thinking it’s hilarious
You also found out that carrying a seven and a half foot tall piglin hybrid was incredibly difficult to do, especially when flying
You two managed to get only about ten feet above the ground before your wings gave out under the strain and you fell on him
“(Y/n) has earned the achievement ‘When Pigs Fly’” flashed on everyone’s comm tablets that day
That wasn’t fun trying to explain to Philza
Philza would be ecstatic to have someone to fly with that he didn’t have to carry
He would take you on flights when you had too much energy
Sometimes racing each other and competing to do tricks midair (which sometimes you both rope your brothers into judging)
Late night flights when you need to get your mind off from something
Watching the sunrise together in silence for once
Bonding over being able to see ultraviolet light when everyone else couldn’t
You always give him the shiny things you come across and he gives you your favorite snacks
He always fusses over your wings, sometimes preening them for you
Helping each other through molts
Matches your excitement sometimes when you’re really happy
You feel bad whenever you hear stories of how difficult you were as a baby
He’s quick to reassure you that raising you was worth it and you turned out to be a great person
But he wouldn’t be lying when he said you were a difficult infant
Your terrible twos stage? His literal hell
Philza swears he can still hear ringing from whenever you would throw tantrums as a toddler, even years after you left your toddler age
He also still has some scars from when you went through your biting phase (teething was awful for you, his poor baby)
But he’s happy he was the one that raised you, he genuinely enjoys your presence
If you’re in a really affectionate mood he is more than willing to let you cuddle up to him while he reads a book or something
WING HUGS WING HUGS WING HUGS WIN-
When he’s had a long day and is stressed out, you immediately pick up on that and do everything in your power to make sure your brothers are quiet and behaved, try to find out what made him so stressed, and sometimes go out of your way to take care of it for him
You try to be the one taking care of him for once as much because he’s taken care of you so well throughout the years
He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or upset just with one glance at your ruffled feathers and your rapidly dilating and contracting pupils
Immediately pulling you out of the situation and letting you talk it out
Whenever he finds you sad about your insecurities, he points out every part of your personality that he loves
That’s before he hunts down the person that made you feel like this (he really lives up to his title of ‘The Angel of Death’)
Overall, you wouldn’t trade your family for the world
#sbi x reader#sleepy bois x reader#sleepy bois inc x reader#philza x reader#technoblade x reader#wilbur soot x reader#tommyinnit x reader#mcyt x reader#headcanons
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Of Immortality and Nymphs
(Philza Minecraft x Reader)
Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!
Requested by: Anonymous
(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one...)
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He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion.
Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her.
“What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her.
“No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?”
“(Y/n). Are you human?”
“Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod,
“A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest.
“It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off,
“I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,
“How long have you been around?”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care.
“My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”
“Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.”
“You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring,
“They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest.
They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing.
As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.
He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly,
“I love you.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to.
However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls.
“It’s not alright. Phil...I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…”
“(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him.
“If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will...hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath,
“What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away.
“You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically.
“Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world.
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Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you.
However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,
Which was half right he supposed.
It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down.
“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket.
“What is it, kid?”
“Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.
“Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction.
“Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously,
“Fundy don’t just run off!”
Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”
“Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince,
“Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter.
“Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back.
“Wilby…” She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,
“I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute.
“She’s your mom Wilbur.”
“Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”
“You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad.
“(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.”
Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist.
“Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him,
“How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”
“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I...I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets.
“What happened to her?” You asked tenderly,
“Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.”
“I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough.
“Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.
“When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph...Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could.
“No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes,
“I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready.
Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?
“Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him.
“Don’t spoil him, love.”
“Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly.
“Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely.
Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing.
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Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?
#dream smp#dreamsmp x reader#dreamsmp x you#dreamsmp drabbles#mcyt#mcyt x you#mcyt x reader#minecraft youtubers#minecraft youtubers x reader#minecraft fanfiction#minecraft x you#minecraft x reader#philza x reader#phil x reader#philza minecraft x reader#philza minecraft x you#philza minecraft#wilbur soot#fanfiction#fanfic#drabbles#imagines#philza imagine#philza drabbles
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little ableist things (microaggressions?) the mcyt community does to its creators:
wilbur infodumping is not weird. it’s not annoying. and he’s not weird for whatever topic hes hyperfixated on. he also not weird for irrational and inexplicable hatred towards things. that’s just how being ND works sometimes. also, he’s obviously uncomfortable talking about being diagnosed or talking about showing ND traits. stop mentioning it in donos and chat.
techno is not emotionless and completely monotone. he very genuinely isn’t, his voice is just deep. his tone actually fluxates a lot when he’s speaking, and he absolutely shows how he feels. he emotes fine, you’re just ignoring it. also, he probably has RSD, which is rejection sensitive dysphoria, a common thing for ADHD folks. it would explain why he tends to passively resolve drama (privating old videos, doing a charity stream, etc) instead of confronting it and apologizing. it doesn’t give him an excuse, but it offers an explanation.
dream doesn’t need a caretaker for his ADHD, stop trying to assign george the role like it’s a cute romantic trope. it isn’t. its gross. he’s a functioning adult. stop infanitilizing him for showing ND traits. and when hes vocal stimmed before (on an old george stream, on tommy’s stream) people were so fucking weird. also, stop reducing dream to his ADHD, he’s a whole person that exists outside of neurodivergency. him being ND doesn’t exclude him from having to own up to mistakes, stop trying to give him excuses. let him grow.
tubbo doesn’t need a caretaker in ranboo/tommy. when they correct his spelling it isn’t “aww cute look at them looking out for tubbo”. and when tubbo messes up spelling it’s isn’t “aw adorable”. that’s infantilizing. it’s just dyslexia bro, stop being weird. you guys make it sound like it’s a trait that’s attractive to you and it’s weird as hell. tubbo isn’t a soft childish person, stop trying to make him into one because he’s dyslexic.
ranboo repeating phrases/words or stuttering, or having any irregular speech pattern, is not something he needs to correct, nor is it something you should attempt to correct him on. it’s just how he speaks. leave it alone. it’s actually super engaging for ND folks to listen to.
karl has said he’s ND before and people ignore it for some reason. i can’t even begin to touch on all the ways people infanatalize karl dude. i really cant. also, for the dumbass who said “he’s just on the spectrum” on twitter, the autism spectrum is not a sliding scale from functional to nonfunctional. it’s more like a web graph of different strengths and things that are impacted. he literally shows ND traits all the time, like constantly moving, playing with his hands, etc.
tommy hasn’t said anything about being ND, but he does have ND traits so i’ll include him here. him being loud and having bursts of energy isn’t annoying. him talking fast isn’t annoying. him making noise constantly isn’t annoying. he’s probably hyperverbal. tommy has very little filter which is also an ND trait. all of the things people hate tommy for are reduced to traits used to diagnose ADHD.
my point is, our community is not great to neurodivergent creators.
people are so ready to support neurodivergency and educate themselves until ND people show traits in real life. you’re all fine when it’s people behind a screen talking about their experiences, but when real life people show those traits you’ve read about online, you find it annoying.
and maybe i should’ve phrased some of it better than “it’s not annoying” because yeah, it can be. but think about why you find it annoying, and think about what it’s based on.
also for the love of god stop trying to force creators to talk about being ND, or showing ND traits. it’s actually really fucking weird and an invasion of privacy to talk about their mental health and diagnoses. if i was a big streamer and people asked me to talk about being ND, i’d ignore the questions because 1) it’s uncomfortable and weird and i wouldn’t want every soul on the internet to know how i function and 2) because as soon as a creators says they’re ND they’re either reduced to their diagnosis or it’s ignored completely.
i get it. you like hearing about creators that share experiences with you. it’s comforting to hear these big cool people talk about stuff you’ve experienced negativity around. but it’s not your right to know about that shit. let creators have personal lives that don’t involve their fans. let creators have privacy.
#here’s my lil rant it’s not well worded but it has good points#i’m ND btw otherwise i wouldn’t talk on this#also if i were in technos place i would do the exact same thing he did because i have RSD and that shits terrifying#do your own research#but i’ll tell you this#it’s like when someone finds out about the smallest mistake you get white hot humiliation and paranoia that they’ll hate you#i can’t imagine what it would be like when there’s tens of thousands watching your every move#this is slowly becoming an account for me to yell about things i can’t on twitter#anyways#adhd#autsim#nuerodivergent#mcyt#minecraft youtubers#long post#wilbur soot#techno#technoblade#dream#dreamwastaken#tubbo#ranboo#karl#tommyinnit#please stop infantilizing them#greatest hits
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What The Fuck Was That: A very spiteful attempt at analyzing "Meet the latest resurrected gentleman of L'manburg" because god is dead and I killed him
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A lot of people like myself have been left very very confused by this recent stream.
Truth be told, watching it live was nerve wracking as fuck my dudes!
It felt like everything I thought I knew about this absolute bastard of a man who haunts my silly little analysist dreams was completely thrown out of the window in favor of either confusion, panic, rage, or somehow all of the above!
But never fear! After rewatching the vod a total of three times fueled with nothing but the burning rage and spite I have in my silly little Wilbur sympathizer heart – I now somewhat have my shit together!!
BASICALLY!
Today, I will be sitting down and trying to pick apart and analyze whatever the fuck that shitshow of a stream was for your absolute entertainment value.
So if you're still reading this god awful introduction and are ready to subject yourself to the horrid sights of Tea Using Her Brain™ —
Be my guest :)
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This rage essay will consist of a total of four sections.
Our first point being,
1. Someone's a little TOO mentally ill
I think as a general consensus for not only this analysis, but for the entire stream itself – is that it's important to remember that Wilbur is still very very mentally ill.
And while he may not be nearly as self destructive or suicidal as he was back in Pogtopia –
Wilbur is still dealing with those effects.
Shit like extreme cases of paranoia, depression, self loathing, and the odd phenomenom of viewing your reality as a fucked up narrative designed to twist your suffering into a literary tragedy doesn't dissapear out of thin air!
Not only are those effects completely untreated – but he also has the added trauma of being stuck in a dingy death train station in complete and utter isolation devoid of any stimuli for a good 13 years of his life!
This Man Is Not Okay!
And despite how much he claims he's better and generally seems happier – It's pretty likely he's still riding the euphoria of being alive, and is possibly dependant on it.
Wilbur seems to be in somewhat of a state of denial – such as by pretending he's perfectly fine and dandy, creating yet another persona to hide from his crushing amount of baggage, avoiding confronting his issues and instead making apologies he himself doesn't fully understand, or, i dunno—
Baring second hand witness to the abuse and manipulation his younger brother went through by the hands of the man he now views as his hero, and dismissing it in favor for his ideals? perhaps choosing not to look into it?
Or is it the apathy and desensitization to not only his own – or his brother's – but everyone's trauma?
or maybe it's the refusal to see past his own theatrical ideology?
Say, remember how he said not to think too hard about things?
This newfound euphoria won't last forever! It's only a matter of time until Wilbur has that wonderful slap of reality where it all comes crashing down!!!!! :D
2. He's a mushy mother fucker
Moving onto our next point!
Now, you might be a bit confused by the title. Allow me to elaborate!
Essentially, Wilbur is straight out of Literal Hell, right? To paint a picture for you – imagine being stuck in your own personal limbo for 13 years in complete isolation and darkness, left with nothing but your own spiralling thoughts as company.
Sounds fucking lovely, I know.
Now, imagine you are suddenly pulled straight out of that limbo and back into the real world more than a decade later on your end, in a fucking blink of an eye. Needless to say, it must've been jarring as shit.
What I'm trying to say is —
Wilbur's still adjusting to Being Fucking Alive.
Not only that, but he's desperately trying to find any sort of direction in life – trying to get back on his feet seemingly as quickly as he can.
He's like the fucking equivalent of a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time in life – only managing to consistently trip and stumble over like the utter fool he is.
And despite having a strict ideology – his thoughts and worldviews are still underveloped and have yet to inevitably change the more he adjusts to his new environment.
As of now, though? His mind is most likely just as fucked up and scrambled as it was on his final days.
His brain is just mfin scrambled eggs man.
3. Theatre kid morality: gone wrong
It's pretty apparent that Wilbur still holds a very very black and white mentality.
Comparing it to season 1, it was normal for the setting they were in! Everyone held those views, everyone played their roles of "good guy" and "bad guy"!
But comparing it to season 3? It's... tragically out of place.
Wilbur believes that true power is gained from violence. He recognizes the existence of meaningless decorative power, and he recognizes how broken and meaningless "government" on the server actually is – and yet, he is not self aware enough to realize that there are other forms of gaining power on the smp – such as charisma – and that his ideals are inherently flawed.
Not only is his moral compass incredibly skewed – but his entire perception of reality is.
To him, life is some sort of "Narrative" he and the people around him have to live up to. He views the world in fancy archetypes and literary titles – He is a villain, Dream is a hero, Eret is a traitor, Quackity is his rival. L'manburg is his unfinished symphony, he has to obey his Chekov's Gun, and he needs to tell a story.
It's not only his entire ideology, but it's also a coping mechanism.
Why accept that you're broken and in pain, when you can turn your anguish into a performance no one will ever forget?
4. Funky ass contradictions
Hoh boy, here's what you've all been waiting for.
Essentially, Wilbur's been constantly contradicting himself throughout the entire stream.
He's been making consistent contradicting statements all in the same confident tone, thus making it incredibly difficult to analyze and understand.
There's a lot of different opinions regarding his contradictions – ranging from bullshit like "manipulation" and the possibility that he was straight up lying.
Allow me to throw my own two cents in –
To put it simply, Wilbur is very conflicted as of now.
The biggest example of this is his conflicting feelings about Dream. Logically, Wilbur should and would hate Dream for what he did to Tommy during exile – even so far as to expressing wanting to disembowel him.
However, that hate towards clashes against how he views him. It's possible Wilbur could feel like he owes Dream some sort of gratitude. I mean, why wouldn't you be eternally grateful towards the person who saved you from your personal hell? Not only that, but while Wilbur may not necessarily like Dream – it's evident that he respects Dream.
Remember how I said Wilbur's headspace was equivalent to scrambled eggs? That heavily applies regarding his contradictions. If his thoughts are scrambled, his speech wouldn't be any better now, would it?
Revivedbur tends to think out loud. He says whatever is on his mind, generally has a bad brain to mouth filter, and has difficulty properly articulating himself and what he means, thus resulting in something completely different in what he says.
A big example of this is the comments regarding L'manburg;
“Tommy, I’ve made an oath of not lying now that I’m alive again. So I’m gonna come clean to you with the truth. Uh…one thing, I didn’t actually care about L’manburg, I just cared about – you know, sticking it to the man. Actually, I cared about L’manburg for the sole reason that I could use it to stick it to the man. You ever sticked it to the man, Tommy?”
While I wasn't able to find all of the transcriptions, I found the most important one.
Wilbur never cared about L'manburg? Absolute bullshit. Wilbur loved that nation with every fiber of his being! he cried for that nation! He bled for that nation!
Truth be told I had to think about this quote for days, despite having the answer all along.
Wilbur never cared about L'manburg's land, he cared about the people and what it stood for.
He never cared about the van, he cared about the fond memories of his brother tied to it. He never cared about the walls, he cared about the effort of a friend joining a cause. He never cared about the land, he cared about the people who built that land.
It didn't matter what land it stood on, its name, or even its flag – it was the people who put their heart into it.
Wilbur never blew up L'manburg, Wilbur only blew up its remains.
So this is where I come back to – "Revivedbur has difficulty properly articulating himself and what he means, thus resulting in something completely different in what he says." –
“Uh…one thing, I didn’t actually care about L’manburg, I just cared about – you know, sticking it to the man. Actually, I cared about L’manburg for the sole reason that I could use it to stick it to the man. You ever sticked it to the man, Tommy?”
"I never cared for the land L'manburg was on, I cared about the ideals it stood for. I cared about challenging an oppressive authority for our rightful and deserved freedom. Actually, I cared about L'manburg for the sole reason it was a revolution."
Take that with a grain of salt. But I think this is closer to what he actually meant.
“L’manburg was a tool. It was a great tool, it worked, you know. It divided so many people, man (. . .)”
I'm bringing this quote as another example of Wilbur's silly little scrambled eggs brain. But this. This was the one that stumped me.
L'manburg was a tool, huh? Tool for what? "Sticking it to the man"? Well, we all know what that's supposed to entail.
It divided so many people? Well, Wilbur created a side in the first place – his side – or perhaps he is referring to the electoral fallout?
I think this line specifically is an example of not only his poor wording, but his tendency to speak out loud and say whatever he has on his conflicted mind through his awful filter.
I think this line might be from a place where he was negatively thinking about L'manburg in the moment.
It's no secret Wilbur lost hope and declared L'manburg dead in his eyes down along the line – who's to say he wouldn't switch back to a similar mindset with his jumbled headspace?
“I’ve seen it all, you’ve had your little strifes – this isn’t the first, right, Tommy. Tommy, do you remember when you got sent into exile? Yeah, I remember. I was there, Tommy. I was there. I was there – I was in the cage of that little ghost’s fucking head. Every single step you and me took – look at me, Tommy, look me in the eyes – every single step me and you took, I was there – I was there! I had no control of what was happening, I’ve no idea what was being said, but Tommy – I’ll tell you what – if I was there, and it wasn’t that stupid shell of a ghost instead of me…I would’ve struck down Dream right where he stood. We would’ve disemboweled him. We would’ve disemboweled him together.”
“Tommy, I’m not – I wasn’t blind, I saw what he was doing to you, Tommy. I saw. I saw what he was doing to Tubbo – I saw what he was doing to me. (. . .)”
So I'm gonna be going back to his views on Dream for a moment.
These lines strike me as genuine. Not only because it was confirmed that Wilbur really was angry at Dream's treatment of Tommy – But there's also something I haven't mentioned regarding this;
Tone.
Y'all ever notice how Wilbur switches his tone – actually, his entire demeanor – depending on his genuinity?
A big example of this is the contrast of how Wilbur acted around Tommy most of the stream – with a loud, cocky and confident persona. But the moment he was alone, he switched into a quiet, somber, burdened man.
"He's a good kid. He's a good kid."
It's about the little things, innit.
“But you know what, Tommy? I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there, was I. We had Ghostbur. Ghostbur was there instead, right. And you know what the issue is, you know what the issue is? After seeing Ghostbur interact with Dream, I realized that no, Dream is not the enemy – Dream is not the enemy!”
“This world was not supposed to be inhabited by a people of this caliber – Dream is the hero! Dream needs to be let out of here! Dream’s not in prison for being a horrible person, Dream’s in prison because he dared to try and stop you all. He dared to try and stop you all from gaining all this power, because the minute I was gone, there was a vacuum, there was opening, and everyone just seeked to get in there! And Dream was the only one who stood up to them and told them not to, Dream was the only one who held my seat for me. He held my – he kept it warm! He kept my throne warm, and you guys didn’t like that, so you threw him in prison! And if Dream died instead of me, I would be in there right now.”
“So Tommy, you should thank that I wasn’t alive to attack Dream when we got exiled! You should be glad we had little, passive Ghostbur, because now Dream’s in there, and I’m out here, baby.”
And this is where he switches again, and the contradiction occurs. I've already went through this above, but I'll point out that Wilbur seems to have a very flawed thought pattern here.
This is where his flawed ideals of literary titles kick in once more. Wilbur seems to believe that Dream took his place as the story's villain – therefore "keeping his throne warm."
He also makes incorrect assumptions he genuinely believes are true. Such as his belief that by some logic, he was supposed to end up in the prison; and that the events that occurred he deemed as necessary and ultimately "the best route" – as he's out, and Dream's in. Or the insistance that he and Tommy would've been exiled together.
It's just another example of his flawed thought process and how jumbled up that silly little mentally ill noggin of his is.
And while I can sit here all day trying to rationalize and pick apart quote after quote like a madman, I'm pretty sure you've got the gist of it.
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Wait. Holy shit you read all of that? Damn. Poggers.
Take this with a grain of salt!! This is just my silly little interpretations of this god damn nightmare of a stream. I'm open to any add ons!!!
That being said. I am going to lie down. Holy shit. Holy shit it's done I can rest.
You've come far, dear traveller – take a them as a reward.
#LIES DOWN#dream smp#mcyt#wilbur soot#dream smp analysis#wilbur soot analysis#revivedbur#teanalysis#tea posts
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things I would want for a potential c!wilbur redemption arc:
-everyone’s just so scared for him to come back, but when he does, he’s just tired. he doesn’t want to be alive, all the fight in him is gone
-bonus points if he merges with ghostbur
-it’s acknowledged that wilbur has been stuck in a blank void for ten years and the toll that must take on someone
-just a moment where wilbur’s like ‘everyone hates me though’ and someone is like no? the fuck?
-”but I was an awful president” “no you weren’t” *wilbur.exe is unresponsive*
-idk I just have this really clear image of wilbur giving his “i’m irredeemably evil” speech to someone like connor or quackity only for them to be like ‘bud people have done so much worse’
-a talk with tubbo about how hard it is to be president and lead people, when you feel like there’s no good choice
-a talk with phil. it could be literally anything and I would sob.
-obviously him apologizing to tommy. it doesn’t have to be extensive or overly emotional, just wilbur admitting that he fucked up and he didn’t need to do what he did
-wilbur getting a chance to talk through and explain his mindset
-also, an explanation of what the fuck happened in the afterlife
-a talk with niki- with the obligatory “oh my god I can’t believe you’re alive”, just soft, y’know. I want niki to be able to relate to his anger now, to understand how easy it is to spiral
-anything to do with singing, writing, or playing guitar again, the equivalent of niki’s “I’ve started baking again”
-just please, don’t put him in leadership again. make it a point not to
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Wilbur would torture borrower Tommy. He then had a nightmare where the roles were reversed, and Tommy was torturing him. Turns out, Tommy also had the nightmare, and he looked like he felt bad for doing it, even though it wasn't real and Wilbur had done it to him many a times. Wilbur felt guilty for what he did to Tommy so he apologizes and consoles him.
cw//torture, angst, language
(I hope I did good with the prompts reaper they were all very fun :] )
Wilbur had found Tommy a month ago while getting water at night. When the lights went on and a small human scrambled off his counter in panic Wilbur had quickly grabbed it in his hands and placed it in a jar for further observation.
He had never heard of anything like the boy or seen anyone that small, so he decided he would do his own sort of...testing.
Everyday he’d feed the boy just a little bit so that the subject of all his tests wouldn’t actually die; that would ruin all his fun. When every morning a cracker and some water was dumped into the cup the tiny person would try to resist for as long as he could before his malnourished body demanded that he ate.
Sometimes on the few days the boy did refuse to eat he’d close the jar and shake it back and forth until the boy screamed for him to stop. Then when the jar was slammed back down, the tiny would reluctantly eat whatever was given to him as Wilbur watched happily.
He loved experimenting on the boy, he was so close to human but barely even the size of one of his fingers. Everything about him fascinated the tall man.
He couldn’t breathe underwater any longer than most people (actually a quite shorter amount of time) and he couldn’t handle much weight before he started sobbing for Wilbur to stop squishing him. He couldn’t survive long in extreme cold or heat, and his skin always would blister and peel after those tests. He also had no ways of escaping danger as shown by when Wilbur would let him out only to chase him down again. It was never long before he’d end up being caught and almost squished by the human.
In almost every way he was the same as a human, he was just small.
One night though when Wilbur fell asleep with the tiny trapped in the jar next to his bed, he opened his eyes to find he was sitting in a tall glass jar.
“Huh?” he questioned as he pushed his hands against the glass. When it didn’t budge he started to bang against it with his fists but still there was no sign of escape.
“Hey! What the fucks going on?” he yelled hoping that anyone would come to help him. And then a large shadow fell over him.
Wilbur gasped and snapped his head up to meet the familiar face of the blonde haired tiny he had been experimenting on for weeks. He pushed himself against the wall of the glass and started screaming for help.
He felt the glass shift under him as a giant pair of dull blue eyes appeared.
“Please I’m sorry let me out,” Wilbur yelped as the jar was turned around in the now large boy’s hand.
After a few seconds he heard the lid screech as it was twisted away from the jar. With a yelp Wilbur was dumped out onto the thin teen’s palm as he was squeezed just a little too tight.
The boy brought Wilbur up to his face and frowned at the tiny man who had experimented on him for so long.
“Please...I’m sorry I’m so sorry,” Wilbur sobbed as the hand gripped him even tighter. His ribs started to ache as it became harder and harder to breathe.
The teen looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks; his cheeks looked hollow and dark bags hung under his eyes.
“Fuck you,” the boy growled as Wilbur held his eyes closed tight. If this was going to be his last moment of life he’d rather not have to look at the corpse-like teen.
After a minute though Wilbur cautiously opened his eyes to find the boy looking at him sadly.
“I’m not gonna hurt you...” the boy sighed, “I’d like to but I’m better than that.”
Wilbur eyed him nervously still as the hand around him didn’t show any sign of loosening.
“I’ve dreamt about hurting you the same way you’ve hurt me every night...but now I know I could never be as much of a monster as you,” he spat before dropping Wilbur back into the jar and storming off.
Wilbur woke up from his bed with a gasp as he frantically observed the room around him. His breath was heavy as he whipped his head around until his gaze fell on the small jar still sitting on his table like nothing had happened.
However, when he looked closer he saw that the small boy was staring at him wide eyed from the glass. He saw that the boy was shaking with his legs pulled close to his chest, and just like in his dream his face looked almost dead with how thin he was.
Wilbur stared at the boy and his mind wandered back to the awful fear he had felt in his dream...and that had only been one day. This boy had been tortured and trapped for months now with no end in sight. At least Wilbur got to wake up from the nightmare.
Slowly Wilbur undid the lid of the jar and slid the boy (god he really was a child wasn’t he) onto his table. The kid looked confused as he gazed up at the human but didn’t move a muscle from where he’d been placed.
Wilbur sighed, “You can go...I’m not gonna stop you, you’re free now.”
The kid’s eyebrows drew together in confusion but still he remained frozen in place. Wilbur thought he would do the same too if he had been chased around and tortured everyday.
“I’m sorry...I guess you could say I’ve had a change of heart,” Wilbur said softly.
“You had the same dream...didn’t you?” the boy whispered, almost too quiet for Wilbur to hear.
“Huh?” Wilbur asked.
“You...you had the same dream...our places were switched,” the child murmured and Wilbur finally understood the situation.
The human nodded slowly, “I’m so sorry. I am a monster.”
“I’m sorry,” the boy whispered back causing Wilbur to tilt his head in confusion. What had the kid done to apologize?
“I’m sorry I hurt you...if you had the same dream as I did,” he responded.
Oh.
Wilbur felt overwhelming guilt as he realized the boy felt bad for just squeezing Wilbur in the dream...and Wilbur had done much much worse to the kid in real life.
“Oh god...don’t be sorry,” Wilbur sighed, “Come on you need to eat real food for once and no more of this jar.”
The kid looked unsure but when Wilbur came back into the bedroom with food his face seemed to light up with hope.
“Really?” he asked in awe as he looked at all the fruit and snacks Wilbur had brought.
Wilbur smiled sadly at the tiny, “Yeah, eat as much as you want kid, I’m sorry.”
The boy cautiously pulled off a grape and took a bite of it, his eyes never left Wilbur’s face though. Wilbur registered that the boy was still scared, he probably thought he’d take away the food any moment.
Wilbur didn’t move the entire time while Tommy ate until the boy looked back up at the human.
“Thank you,” he said though his voice was barely even a broken whisper, “I’m Tommy...by the way.”
Wilbur tried to smile as softly as he could to show the boy he meant no more harm and whispered back, “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Wilbur.”
Tommy nodded and looked uncomfortable as he sat back down under the human’s gaze.
“You don’t have to stay here...I’ll take care of you until you feel better but I’m not going to make you stay,” Wilbur promised the tiny.
For the first time ever he saw the boy smile thankfully at the human, “Thank you...Wilbur.”
When Wilbur woke up the next morning to Tommy sleeping against a small cushion of tissues he smiled, the boy was still very hurt and it would take a while to bring him back to full health, but Wilbur would do it.
He’d do anything to make it up to the kid.
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I have a head cannon that when technoblade becomes friends with someone he braids their hair he's so far done it to Tommy philza and ranboo but only philza knows why
This is such a good prompt thanks! I went a little overboard and added a lot of my own hc's, hope that’s okay! Quick note I’m not past exile yet so my apologies if bedrock bros and just Ranboo in general are slightly inaccurate
When Philza met Techno, Techno was only a child, barely even able to talk, sitting dead-eyed in the ruins of a piglin village, hiding under the rubble in the hopes he wouldn’t be spotted. Philza, of course, being Philza, basically immediately adopts him.
Philza tried his best, he really did, but this was in the middle of a war, and Philza didn’t really know that child soldiers aren’t the best thing (he never quite learnt that, honestly). Techno learnt to fight before he learnt to read.
When Techno was young, he always had his hair cut short and out of his face, but he really liked the small side braid that Philza always wore in his hair. He had started to grow it out a bit, but not long enough to braid, by the time he became the vessel of the Blood God.
Short side note, he and Philza were fighting against a cult, and they’d managed to capture Techno and brand the sigil of the God into his flesh allowing the Blood God to make Techno his champion. Needless to say, the cult was near immediately completely wiped out after this process was complete, but also Technoblade wasn’t exactly super thrilled with all this.
Along with the more obvious changes- glowing, blood-red eyes, growing to almost nine feet tall, an insatiable desire for a good fight, and the constant voices ringing in his head, the growth of his hair was barely noticeable. Sure, it touched the floor and regrew rapidly when cut, but it seemed to mystically never get in his way during combat.
During combat being the operative sentence. Even if it isn’t life threatening, constantly tripping over your own hair when you’re still trying to get used to being a good two feet taller than usual and the voices in your head constantly mocking you for it.
This is when Techno gets the idea to braid it, like Philza does! The issue is, he doesn’t know how to braid hair, and he’s been so terrified of accidentally hurting Philza with all of his changes that he’s been avoiding him best he can, so his attempts fail horribly.
Meanwhile, Philza's very concerned that Techno's started avoiding him. He’s actually really frightened that Techno hates him now, since as the champion of the Blood God, with the voices of it’s angels in his head now, he might well view all other gods as enemies, and Philza, as not only the most esteemed angel but the husband of the goddess Kristin, would be included in that.
Still, he was very concerned about how Techno was avoiding him, and eventually came into Techno's room to have a talk with him, and he walked in on one of Techno's honestly awful attempts at braiding his own hair.
Philza offers to help braid Techno's hair, and during this they have a long, long conversation about both of their worries. Techno reassures Philza that he doesn’t hate him (or Kristin, for that matter), and Philza reassures Techno that he’s not going to lose control. The voices decide that Philza is pretty pog, actually, and chill out a bit. Overall, it’s just a massive relief for everyone.
After this, Philza starts teaching Techno how to braid his hair. It’s a slow process- especially since braiding nine feet of hair is an ordeal- but it’s one of the few moments of peace in the Angel of Death and the champion of the Blood God's life. Once Techno learnt how to braid hair, he started braiding Philza's too. The two of them knew what it meant. I trust you, unconditionally, and without fail.
Hundreds of thousands of years pass. Nations rise and fall, legends are made, but Philza and Techno stick by each other’s side throughout it all. They maintain the tradition of braiding each other’s hair. Techno does not do it with anyone else, but Philza does it with whatever random of assortment of children is under his wing at the specific time. Techno can’t quite understand the mans attachment to whatever orphan he finds on the street. Even the ones who don’t die in the battlefield die too soon, and he can’t understand how you could let yourself go through the heartbreak of seeing their inevitable demise.
He doesn’t expect the latest batch to be any different. Sure, one's Philza's biological kid, so he’d theoretically be able to survive indefinitely, but he’s a creative type who’s so inept with a sword Techno's certain he’ll perish the second a war comes around. One's a failed clone of Philza, but the hybrid and human DNA he was given to stabilise him made him a mess of instincts with atrophied wings and constant sickness. And while the shine in the ram-boys eyes shine with an energy that's definitely a sign of some relation to the older species, everything else about him suggests a regular child who’ll pass and die in maybe a hundred years tops.
Still, when he receives a letter from Wilbur about a rebellion, Techno was excited to go. More for the fun of combat and of course overthrowing a tyrant, but he can’t help but feel proud of the boy he remembered once trying to pick up a sword blade-end becoming a capable general.
He honestly developed a respect for Tommy and Tubbo during Pogtopia. They were so young, and already capable warriors. He felt they were naive, with their talk about restarting a government, but held hope in them that they’d realise that anarchy would be preferable.
Still, they drifted apart, in no short part due to being pressured into canonically killing Tubbo and non-canonically killing Tommy. Techno would never admit it, but the anger in Tommy's eyes and the fear in Tubbo's whenever he was around stung a bit.
His few interactions with Tommy after the sixteenth lead him to believe that the boy didn’t want anything else to do with him, so he was surprised to find the boy shivering under his house, bruised and eerily quiet in comparison to the Tommy he was used to who would never stop talking.
The Blood God may be more traditionally thought of as a god of combat, of killing and of blood shed by violence, but that’s only scratching the surface of the Blood God's dominion. It is also a god of anarchy, of freedom, of vengeance, and of protecting those who cannot protect themselves. And as a champion of the Blood God, Techno would have hesitated throwing out even someone he despised in those circumstances, but Tommy? There was no way he wouldn’t have helped him, despite how much he grumbled and groaned (that, at least, was easier than admitting attachment).
Techno tries, he really does. But he mistakes bruises and scars caused by cruel hands to the ones a younger Tommy came home with on accident due to his frailness, the possessiveness of the man who hurt him as he came in search as him as overbearing concern instead of obsession. He chalks up confused feelings to some awful accident, unwilling to pry in the clearly distressed child's business (and while he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to think that Dream, his friendly rival for thousands of years, might be truly a monster.)
The first time Techno offered to braid Tommy's hair, he didn’t even realise what he offered until he’d already said it. Tommy was just sat, shivering, despite being curled up in one of Techno's cloaks in front of the fire, and Techno'd noticed how Tommy's long hair always got in his face, and he kept raising a shaking hand to push too long hair out of his face, and Techno couldn't help but be reminded of himself long ago, scared to leave his room and dealing with hair far too long for for himself.
That’s not to say he had any regrets, though.
Techno braided Tommy's hair every day after that. Honestly, on the days where he wasn’t shaking bad enough that he couldn’t braid his own hair it sort of annoyed Tommy- he felt a bit like he was being pitied, and that’s something he absolutely can’t fucking stand, but Techno's pity was far, far preferable to being back with Dream, watching the light slowly drain from his eyes in the reflection in the water every day, so he stayed quiet.
After Tommy's betrayal, Techno felt hurt- far, far more hurt than he’d ever found himself before. He’d given the boy his unconditional trust- showed it to him, every day, and Tommy couldn’t even show enough trust to stay by him.
The first time he saw Tommy after, still wearing a braid in his hair, a mockery of friendship, he punched through the walls in his home afterwards. Anger hurt less than sorrow, so he stewed in it, refusing to admit he still cared about the boy at all.
As such, it took him a long time to even braid his own hair, let alone anyone else’s. It was something that was safe, and now just reminded him of a boy who used his kindness and left it unrepaid.
The first person he started braiding the hair of again was Philza, not long after this. It was Philza, and Techno doubted he could lose trust in the man, even if he flat out stabbed him in the back quite literally. Philza was much closer to a friend than a father, but he was still the closest thing to family Techno had ever known.
Eventually though, somehow another boy managed to sneak past his defence. Ranboo was awkwardly tall and quiet with a crown and inexplicably good fighting skills, and Techno couldn’t help but like the boy who reminded him so much of himself. He supposes this is probably the closest he'll ever get to understanding Philza and his children.
Still, it takes a while for him to feel safe and comfortable braiding Ranboo's hair for him- as far as he was aware, Ranboo almost never had it loose out of the braid it was already in, anyway. The last time he trusted someone who reminded him of himself, it only hurt.
Eventually, though, Technoblade came around. Ranboo had just come out of one of his weird sleepwalking states, hair a mess and very distressed. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if the kid had enough memory to know who he was, but he relaxed as Techno braided his hair and talked about nothing in particular.
Now, as Technoblade's founded the Syndicate, he's grown a little more comfortable showing affection to others, especially Philza and Ranboo. Niki's a little new, but Techno knows that someday soon he'll trust her enough to braid through her hair, and put his trust in her completely.
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eret and wilbur used to be good friends—brothers, even— before lmanberg started, and when wilbur decided to start the nation, him and eret started drifting, and since eret was upset over it, he took up dreams offer on betraying. when that happened, wilbur was understandably pissed and was hurt the most over it, so when eret tried to apologize after feeling bad, he took erets first canon life. enjoy :]
OHH.....
and consider this being in the early stages of pogtopia’s creation (as eret did manage to find pogtopia herself, if i recall). tommys asleep while technos putting in railings for pogtopia, and at the entrance of pogtopia, eret and wilbur meet up by accident.
eret tries to apologize, even attempting to give the broken leader food or clean clothes because gods, he looks fucking awful, but wilbur rejects the help. instead, he pulls out his weapon and says, ‘if you really want to redeem yourself, you’d understand that an eye is for an eye, old friend.’ before taking eret’s first canon life.
eret would accept the terms with ease, but their relationship never got better. one would say that the whole interaction made things worse for both the relationship and the both of them, mostly wilbur.
#wilbursoot#wilbur soot#the_eret#eret#the eret#dreamsmp#dream smp#dsmp#pogtopia#ask to tag#man. i have so many feelings as to what could've been or what could've happened in manburg/pogtopia era
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The Duel You Wove Into His Destiny
Not me writing Pet War angst. Why am I here---
But yes. Pet War angst.
TW: Character Death and a Sexual Joke (A. Joke. It. Is. Not. Meant. To. Be. Taken. Seriously.)
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/76402061
He’d stolen his father’s bow, a discarded relic of a war that he’d swore was not yet won. His hands trembled, throat dry with the fear of what was to come. Tubbo eyed him from the sideline, a concerned frown etched upon his younger uncle’s face. Tubbo had wanted to call for Wilbur, wished for the conflict to end in a peaceful resolve but he would not have it. His father hadn’t even noticed his cries in the middle of the night and he certainly would not have cared for what he was about to do. His hand found its way to his chest, tracing the life scar of a death that was still too fresh on his mind. He looked down at his fingertips, the marks of fire marring his hands from a death of explosion and heat. They did not know, no one knew for how could he have ever told his father? If he were to say what had been done, he’d never have been allowed to leave the walls ever again. He’d rather die free than stay stuck inside those horrid blackstone walls.
“Scared? All you have to do is apologize and maybe I’ll let you go back home to daddy.”
His attention snapped forward, teeth raising in a snarl. Sapnap had made his way to Fundy’s side of the field, an old bow resting on his shoulder. The arsonist flashed him a toothy grin, twirling the arrow in his hand. Fundy would not be intimidated. He couldn’t be. Sapnap leaned closer, his smug face inches from his own that Fundy had to restrain himself from reaching and clawing.
“Fuck you.” It was not eloquent, not even an insult. He could not bring himself to speak any longer, not if it meant having to prolong the agony of what was to happen. A smirk found its way to the arsonist’s face, this close, Fundy could see the mirth amusement in his eyes. This was a man who could care less for the hearts of others, he’d already displayed that when he had gone out of his way to kill Fungi. He would not lie, he knew he was also in the wrong for provoking the man into a fight. He should have just ignored the burning rage in his chest, and then perhaps he’d move on and be the bigger man in the situation. But Fundy couldn’t let it go. He wouldn’t.
“I know I’m good looking but you’re not my type.” Disgust raced through his veins at the thought of even一 Sapnap mockingly patted his cheek before heading back to his place, a relaxed stride in his step as though he already knew what the outcome would be. Fundy hated him. He hated how he could be so confident and so free. In another time he might have even been in awe of him, but now was not that time. “Take me out to dinner first, babe! Then we can fuck.”
His tail bristled, his cheeks turning a furious red at the callousness and teasing that he was being subjected to. Tubbo glanced over at him, eyes wide with surprise but his uncle could do nothing. After all, he was invited to be a referee. He could not step in to help Fundy, lest he showed a clear bias. Fundy forced a smile on his face, knowing that he had to give Tubbo some form of encouragement, especially since… He held the bow tighter in his hand. He would not think it. He took a shaky breath before stepping forward, Sapnap having already made his way to the center. They stood there, gazes baring into each other’s eyes. Fundy’s eyes glinting with righteous fury and Sapnap’s showing a flash of dull boredom. Fundy hated him, he really really hated him.
“Gentlemen, please turn around.” Tubbo’s voice rang through the still silence, and Fundy quickly turned on his heel. “I shall count to ten, with each number both of you must take a step forward.”
He took a deep breath. “On the count of ten, both of you must shoot… I shall begin.” Tubbo began to count, his feet moving on their own as he notched his arrow into his father’s bow. He had to be ready. He needed to be. He kept his gaze forward, his heart hammering inside his chest.
His fingers trembled. Could he do it? Could he really shoot a man? Would that mean justice for Fungi or was it merely petty revenge? He hadn’t been kind himself in this war, knowing that he had committed his own share of crimes. He hesitated at the seventh count, clear clarity flooding into his mind for what felt like weeks of nothing but sheer anger. He glanced down at his hands, his scarred hands that have felt the warmth of blood. He had killed in this war, he had killed in the first war too. He wasn’t innocent, and in this duel, he won’t be a hero for winning. He’d just be… the victor. And he’d gain nothing but a momentary feeling of triumph and justice…
But was it justice when they’d both already taken so much from the other? He knew it would be cheating, but he casted a look back. Sapnap was a few feet away, but there was a visible tenseness in his shoulders now, the mockingly nonchalant pace that he once had was gone. Fundy looked away, the ninth count ringing in his ears. He was trembling. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He took a shaky breath, recalling a story his father had once told him. He knew how the story ended, but he wasn’t going to take a life today despite… He smiled, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. He couldn’t do it. He steadied his hold on his bow, closing his eyes as he imagined a better place. He saw his mother on the other side. He saw Fungi on the other side. He heard the tenth count. He took a final breath, and aimed his arrow to the sky.
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“Tubbo! Good to see you, is there any reason why you’ve come to visit?” Wilbur glanced up from his paperwork, smiling at the blonde who stood before him. Tubbo didn’t meet his gaze.
“Wilbur, I…” Tubbo fidgeted in his place. Wilbur took the time to put his full attention on his brother, gasping at the sight of blood on the blonde’s shirt and fingertips. A flicker of pain danced in Tubbo’s light blue eyes. “I’m so sorry, Wilbur. No one knew. We thought一”
“Tubbo, calm. Breath, alright? What do you want to tell me?”
Tubbo glanced up, tears in his eyes. “A-as of this afternoon, Fundy Soot was shot d-dead by Sapnap in a duel for The Pet War… Wilbur, Fundy was on his last life. We don’t know how一”
There was a harrowing and suffocating silence that pursued after.
“Wilbur?” He barely heard Tubbo’s voice, his mind going completely numb at the proclamation. He swallowed, forcing himself to breath. Tubbo was looking at him, unsure of what to do and clearly looking for advice. Wilbur didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to without crumbling into tears. Tubbo tried to reach a hand for him, but he moved away, hands rising to hold his head. The ringing in his ears refused to stop. “Wilbur, what do we do一”
“Get out.” He sunk into his seat, face pressed into his hands. He couldn’t deal with the presence of another being right now. He could hear Tubbo hesitate, but after a moment, he heard the door to his office close with a soft click. Wilbur was left alone in the silence of his office. He fingers curling into his hair as he pulled at them in frustration. His heart felt like it was breaking.
A hand reached out, scrabbling at his desk until his fingers gripped the edge of a small picture frame. He pulled it closer to himself, eyes focusing on the nearly faded picture. His own face stared up at him - his past self still wearing the yellow sweater that Wilbur wasn’t sure where he’d last left it. He looked much younger in the picture, a man who couldn’t have thought that he’d one day be the president of a country he himself had founded. Oh, to live in ignorant bliss…
He looked over at the small kid that his past self carried in his arms, the little fox hybrid smiling brightly at the camera as his tail smacked right onto Wilbur’s chin. He chuckled, laughing until his joy turned into tears wailing and tears. He pressed his head against the top of his desk, the weight of what had happened finally hitting him with full force. His son was gone. He was dead.
His heart was crumbling into shards, but he couldn’t bring himself to fall apart. He had a country to run… that didn’t mean anything anymore. He screamed, burning anger mixing with the pain.
“Fundy… oh gods… Fundy!”
When was the last time he’d spoken to his son? When was the last time he’d even seen his son? He trembled, trying to remember. He couldn’t remember. WHY COULDN’T HE FUCKING REMEMBER?! Did he say goodbye before he had left for the office? Had he ruffled his son’s hair on his way out? He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember. Wilbur couldn’t remember.
Duel… why hadn’t he known about the duel?
Had his son told him and he hadn’t been paying attention? Wilbur shook, terrified at the thought that he could have prevented his son’s death if he had just looked after Fundy more closely.
He didn’t know, all he knew was that his little champion was dead.
He stood up, tucking the picture frame into his pocket.
He had a funeral to plan.
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uh oh not the time for this pet war angst ;-;
Anyway, explanation: Fundy lost his first life in the final control room, and he lost his second life during the explosion that followed soon after. AKA, I just wanted a way to kill off Fundy in the Pet War because of the whole ‘Philip’ shtick and how Fundy had to die in a duel. So... yeah... bye...
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Oh!!! Tommy went live today I didn’t know I’m gonna compile my annoying reactions into one post again lmfao
Bruh deadass not the His Theme 💔💔💔
HOW LONG IS THIS INTRO oh wait?? it starts w dialogue in the dark?? rad. I’m finishing the song because this is like my favorite Undertale song. You know I probably should have finished the afterlife fanfic I wanted to do yesterday lmfaoo
:( Am I dead? Yes. Unfortunately.
How long is left? For what?
Right into the bickering. Shout out to the lack of a emotional greeting. Nice.
Mexican dream!! Go see him.
Oh, has he been there for a while? Is that the implication? This doesn’t quite entirely feel like an initial “oh I’m dead” conversation.
WILBUR oh come on don’t be like that. You’re on thinner ice but Tommy was a child
:((((( WILBUR!!!!!!!
Where did Wilbur go?
NO
IS THIS THE REVIVAL
NO NO NO NO HE DID NOT
HE’S STILL IN THERE
LIKE THE FANDOM PREDICTED NOOO
Holy shit this is literally living hell. He cannot die to escape Dream. There is no way.
Does he remember Dream—you are a fucking monster. His face at that line!! His acting is incredible!!
SCARED IT WOULDNT WORK
AW GOD he’s so scared of Dream holy shit
You killed me!
Did it feel good??? No??? Is Dream actually immortal and he secretly desires to die?? Wait no that doesn’t make much sense.
Where’s tubbo? Where’s Jack? WHERE’S PHIL! WHERES PHIL! WHERE’S PHIL!
Tommy is spoon feeding us Sleepy Bois with this prison stuff isn’t he. Shout out to Tommy
Shut up, shut up—sorry, I’m sorry—TOMMY. HE APOLOGIZED. NOT GOOD
The only reason I did it is you doubted me
I’m a God. Dream pleaseee
Timeline question?? 6 months??? Is this gonna be some sort of Timeline Key to Figuring Stuff Out
Not to bring him back??? Wilbur is still irrational??
I thought he was like my brother :( Aw
Do not bring back Wilbur. We can be friends. AND DREAM ISNT COMMITTING DHAKDHDJ MAYBE ILL FLIP A COIN???
Tommy, please murder your abuser 2k21
NO NO NO DONT KEEP SENDING HIM BACK
You’re too powerful.
Knowledge? STOP CIRCLING HIM
Become immortal
Okay so he’s not immortal
Man. You have to die. Hell yeah!!! Reverse time
Shit. Dream’s gonna bring himself back isn’t he? Or Tommy won’t be able to do it
JUST LIKE WITH YOU!! SO HE DID USE A POTATO
Aww Tommy is gonna be there alone.
Holy shit this is really so heavy and well done
And then I’ll be in here forever myself
I need to kill you and I can’t
Holy SHIT those shaky voice cracks are top quality acting
You killed me just to prove a point
It’s not that big of a deal
There’s only two minutes left I don’t know if I want it to last a long time or end my suffering
I DONT EVEN WISH IT ON YOU
I’ll let you free?????? IF HE BRINGS OUT WILBUR
NO DONT MAKE TOMMY STAY TO KEEP WILBUR AWAY
Tommy is crying?? Or acting crying?? I can’t tell??
WHAT THATS IT????? THIS IS WORSE
This is worse than Tommy’s death. I knew he was going to come back so my mourning was limited or even nonexistent but holy shit this time his entire existence is under Dream’s thumb
#dream smp spoilers#dream smp tw#dsmp spoilers#dream smp#c!tommy#c!dream#abuse tw#murder tw#afterlife tw#liveblogging#not shifting
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