hot take moment cwilbur is literally just psychotic as all hell and i think people got way too comfortable villianizing the shit out of a man who was clearly portraying signs of severe mental illness. cwilbur was like im so fucking paranoid and scared and i think everyone is out to get me and hurt me and ive spiralled to the point i cant reach out to the people closest to me because im so afraid and lost in this spiral and im having constant panic attacks and hurting myself because i dong know what to do with myself and the only way out for me is to die. and everybody was like EVIL MAN WHO ENJOYS HURTING OTHERS AND IS ABUSIVE ON PURPOSE AND A VILLAIN AND SHOULD NEVER BE TRUSTED AGAIN. and then he came back and was like im still deeply troubled and afraid but im desperately trying to make up for the wrongs i did in the past and the people i hurt in my own way and communication is really hard for me but i hope people know that im truely sorry and i love them. im going to try my hardest to fix this in the only way i know how and then respectfully remove myself from the situation because i feel thats the kindest thing i can do to the people ive hurt. and people were like ABUSER ABUSER ABUSER EVIL MAN ABUSER. like girl
Yeah no based true real no questions asked
I'd hope I manage to portray Wilbur the way he deserves in my content, cause that man is heavily bpd coded and he just needs therapy and someone who genuinely loves him but also can handle his bullshit (which has exclusively and reliably been Quackity like, canonically)
But yeah no completely agreed. The man has issues and has definitely fucked up a lot but at the end of the day he really does need love and care and patience, but also boundaries (and therapy and meds, obviously)
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iv been doing a lot of ddadds reminiscing lately. that game is very very close to my heart and has been for years - it's kind of surreal to return to the fancontent i made for it having grown a bit, and seeing precisely why i latched onto mary as a character as much as i did. (hmm, the guy who'd just gotten out of a bad relationship and was also an unknowing aroace latched onto the character with relationship troubles and conflicts about presenting as someone in love, who would've thought?) (also she's autistic) (i'll still fight people on this)
mary still continues to be one of my favorite characters of all time - and i still have dream daddy to thank for a lot. it's just such a genuinely warm and sweet and funny game. it's got such a kind and lackadaisical approach to adulthood that spoke to and continues to speak to me a lot as someone kind of terrified of growing up, in a lot of ways. and despite being such a silly game, joseph's ideals of the "margarita zone" spoke to me way more than i care to admit.
i wonder if the people i'd shared ddadds servers with and the like, way back in 2019, are doing well. i wonder if the old friend i did that batshit insane mary-damien cult ending rp with that read like a damn slasher film remembers it at all. i hope the people i talked about my ocs with are doing well. i hope the mary rper i lurked on the blog of is doing well. i hope the person who made the official character spotify playlist knows how much they shaped my music taste and how much i listen to them to this day. i hope the developers of this game know it's more than a silly gimmick dating sim that was popular for a year to people. (i hope they know how much damn gender euphoria it gives me lol)
i'm a huge sap with my fandoms in general. but dream daddy's such a spot of comfort for me even now. i still think about it, and maybe one day i'll properly revisit it. and i know i'm going to be so insufferable about it when i do. my own special little margarita zone.
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BELOVEDRM FANFIC RECS
Read Between The Lines
dnf / dteam kid fic - 167k words, 29 chapters
rated m: sexual tension, angst w/ happy ending
tags: medical conditions, disabled character
“The unexpected of parenting meets the uncertainty of love. Dream has to learn how to balance building a relationship from the ground up and his kids as he faces a new school year, new coworkers, and new drama. — Or, in which Dream is a parent who is a little too interested his kids’ Kindergarten teacher.”
[ if you read the fic/if you want to - you can message me & let me know if you liked the recommendation! ]
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You know what I do to pass the time? I go driving. I waste gas and pollute the air and spend money refueling just so I can listen to music while moving.
I don't want to download a dating app. You have to fill out "about me" profiles and take pictures of yourself, yuck. And there are only two types of people who use dating apps: the desperate or spam bots. You click on someone's picture and it's obviously a stock photo. And all the real people are - most of the time - freaks.
I wouldn't want to date using an app for the same reason I don't want to meet people in bars. I don't hang out with people who hang out in bars... I'm not going to meet someone I like with my interests doing something I don't like in places I don't frequent unless I force myself to.
So I guess it just comes down to getting out of the house more. But I have no reason to leave the house, I don't do anything. I don't even know where I would start. And THEN let's say by some chance I meet someone I do find attractive... There's a 75% likelihood that they aren't going to like me back. I hate those odds. It just feels like putting so much work into something I would ideally want to evolve over time.
And even when I leave the house, I have to concentrate and focus so hard on my tasks and objectives that I do come off as aloof, curt, and uncaring. So much of my brain power is being used simply to make sure I'm doing the bare minimum and not looking like a goof. You're telling me I also have to interpret if this person is flirting or just being nice? Of course I'm going to defer to "just being nice" most of the time, it's an easier cognitive load to deal with.
So much easier to think "everybody knows already/nobody cares". Those are my two mantras.
Want to send a funny meme to a friend? "They've probably already seen it." Something mildly interesting happened in line at the grocery store today, and you want to tell someone about it? "Nobody cares." Maybe we could go see a movie? "They've already seen it without you." Feeling hurt and lonely? "So is everyone else, idiot, you're not special. Nobody. Cares."
So I don't text my friends, and I don't ask them to go do things with me. What makes me think I would change if I had a significant other? Wouldn't I just ruin that too?
I can no longer imagine a future in which I find happiness.
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