#C!wilbur is a shitty dad

[edzia121mc]

So we all know that q!wilbur is an apsent father and c!wilbur is just even worse. But everyone kept only thinking about tallulah. No one cared about my poor child c!Fundy. Tallulah since the begining had q!Phil or q!quackity but him? Yes he had c!eret and even in my fanfiction shes a great parent but in canon my boy had noone! Everyone eventually left him except his son! My baby even jumped just not to talk to his bio dad!

LIKE CMON C!FUNDY WAS STILL (I THINK) A CHILD OR AT LEAST A YOUNG ADULT. HE SERIOUSLY DESERVED TO FEEL LOVED. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HIM! LIKE YES I LOVE TALLULAH BUT HE SERIOUSLY DESERVED THE WORLD.

#dsmp #cfundy #qsmp tallulah #C!wilbur is a shitty dad #Justice for c!fundy #C!eret was a good parent stfu #C!fundy my baby

[swordfright]

Tell me about Mags's story 🤣🤣🤣 LMAO (you said I could XD LOL)

Well well, if it isn't the consequences of my own posting my cringe oc art actions.

Magdalena is c!Quackity's daughter from one of the alternate endings of the Ouroboros universe. In classic c!Quackity fashion, nobody knows who her other bio parent is. Is she Wilbur's kid? Some people say she has his nose. Is she Sapnap's kid? Some folks swear she's got his eyes. The one person who maybe probably knows is Q, and he's not saying shit. He's decided to leave it ambiguous, leave a little mystery to capitalize on years later, perhaps. Besides, he figures Mags doesn't need to know. It's not like her other parent is in the picture, so it's not exactly relevant information. L + ratio + what the kid doesn't know won't hurt her. (And, to be fair, she's never asked.)

Quackity is kind of a shitty parent (as you might expect of someone as emotionally maladjusted as he is), but he does try. Mags grows up wanting for nothing. She's crazy spoiled. If she asks for a dollhouse for her birthday, Q has Foolish build her a life-sized barbie mansion. She and her dad have a pretty complicated relationship, but it's not a bad relationship. As she grows up, she gradually becomes aware that Quackity is not just raising a daughter, he's raising an investment. He tried to leave the country to c!Slime, and that didn't exactly work out, so Q went with the next best option: creating someone who could never leave him, never choose to opt out. Mags is not just a part of his legacy, she's going to be the recipient and defender of that legacy. Las Nevadas will be hers one day, so she'd better be ready. He wants to teach her to be ruthless. He wants to teach her to be strong. He wants to teach her to fight - physically, socially, mentally. In the end, he can't quite bring himself to teach her those things, but he tries his best to give her the tools she'll need to protect herself. She's his kid, after all, so she's going to have enemies.

In other words, Mags grows up carefree and happy - and also under a lot of pressure and incredibly lonely. It's a weird way to grow up, but it's not like she has anything else to compare it to. The only thing her father can't buy her is friends, which is why meeting Sigrid (another kid around her age!) is absolutely world-shattering.

#i'm so insane about Q and Mags relationship #she is the closest he can get to immortality without the revivebook #therefore she is his revive book #the mother/daughter trauma is crazzyy #snake fic AUs #asks

[faebriel]

i’d love to hear abt that first modern au you mentioned (the Niki centric one)

link to where the au was mentioned here! going to say big content warning for suicide on this one because it is literally about c!wilbur's suicide in a modern au context

oh yeah that one is freaking tragic. okay so essentially the original l'manberg crew all lived near each other and were good friends in relative late teens-early twenties harmony (i imagined this fic being set in aust because of course i did... more on that later) and wilbur ends up working in electoral offices. unfortunately for as much as he loves politics, politics does not love him back - he has a lot of deep-seated issues with anxiety and paranoia which only exacerbate with the stress he takes on at work. after taking on some big new role he moves across the country with tommy, who manages to drag tubbo with them. niki and fundy make him promise to stay in touch and predictably he does not. the few times niki does manage to get a hold of him, he's evasive; when fundy yells at him over the phone, he does little to disparage the insults. the rest of so-called l'manberg moves apart.

and then wilbur dies.

it is extremely bad. the only friends or family to speak of that wilbur had in his new home were tommy and tubbo - tubbo is very barely keeping things together enough to sort out paperwork and funeral proceedings and the other grim administration that follows an unexpected death, and tommy is not keeping things together at all. the news rocks the far-flung members of their once-little family. wilbur had been distant, maybe down on himself - but no one expected him to kill himself. niki didn't. niki had just trusted that this was some adjustment period and he would be okay and wilbur would start replying to her texts again or maybe even move back and it would be okay. this wasn't supposed to be the end. the news absolutely wrecks her, and she can't tell how much of her is sad and how much of her is angry and how much of her is a fucked up combination of both - a seething mass of barely-held-back tears and shouting.

niki, who had moved back to their childhood city in the interim, books a flight across the state to go see tommy and tubbo for the funeral. she is alarmed and pissed off to run into phil and techno at the airport, on the very same flight as her - wilbur's dad and his uhh techno (dad's friend? brother-ish-person? acquaintance? no one could get a consistent story out of them). they're not super happy to run into her and her attitude either - wilbur had not been close with his family even while l'manberg operated as a unit, and niki had made her judgements of his family accordingly. in a very c!niki way. i.e. with stubborn vindictiveness. if wilbur was struggling so much that even she didn't realise the severity until it was too late, where was his family?

phil and techno, on the other side of the coin, had figured that wilbur's friends were nothing to be impressed with - especially given wilbur's apparent struggles with mental health that kind of blindsided them. where were his friends? i'm assuming they might have taken an incidental reputation hit in letters wilbur wrote to phil as he tried to stress that everything in his life was going Perfectly.

(niki blames phil and techno because the alternative means that she has to blame herself. she needs to lash out at something to survive! phil and techno blame wilbur's friends (not just niki, she's just the one who is standing there...) because the alternative means blaming themselves. they're all being a bit shitty and spewing these unfair takes on each other because no one can cope with the idea that it's their fault their friend/son died.)

anyway airport! they snip and bitch their way at each other through check-in until it happens that the flight is indefinitely delayed due to freak weather or something - but all three of them need to cross the country by like, early next week to make it to the funeral. they do not have time for flight delays.

so eyeing each other with suspicion - and knowing damn well they are going to the exact same place - they trundle over to the hire car service, and find a wagon available for them to hire right away.

the catch is (probably because niki is too young to hire a car on her own. sorry niki) they have to hitch a ride together.

(okay circling back to the australia setting thing! imagine niki, phil and techno living in sydney, and wilbur, tommy and tubbo moving to perth. driving from sydney to perth and vice versa is A Thing, although it's far less common now due to air fares becoming more accessible. y'know driving across the nullabor? it's like, that plus the little bit between adelaide and sydney. if you're gunning it (for example, if you have three drivers to tag-team between), you can make it from sydney to perth in 3 and a half days. now, you'd probably only want to go that fast for something really important, like if you were driving to a friend's funeral with his shitty family who you've decided that you hate.)

oh, also they find a kid in the parking lot who begs them to take him with them when they tell him that the flight was cancelled - he's in an absolute tizzy because his online friend has had something really bad happen, like really bad, and he impulsively bought a plane ticket because he needs to go see him now now now. they let ranboo in because they're so nice and also because techno peer pressures him into stealing them potato chips for the road or something idk

anyway! hence ensues three and a half days of bonding as niki, phil and techno are stuck in a car with nothing but each other and their grief (and ranboo). they talk about wilbur. they realise there are things one of them knew about wilbur that the others didn't. they watch stars stream past as they constantly drive and the sunrise spill over the sand when they pause at a rest stop to get more food and water. they share different parts of wilbur's life that they were each there for - phil has the baby stories, but niki has every stupid anecdote from uni. they bond with each other independent of wilbur. niki and techno talk about baking and try to kick each other in the sand when they stop to stretch their legs. ranboo sees a kangaroo for the first time (how?). phil reveals the absolute blowout fight he and wilbur had shortly before wilbur died and for the first time since the phone call from fundy, niki doesn't blame someone for his death

i'm just thinkin.....they've stopped for the night out in the middle of nowhere, its an endless orange dustbowl as far as the eye can see, night sky stretching up above them. they're miles away from anything but a petrol station, and the stars are brilliantly bright. and someone just says, "wilbur would have loved this"

eventually they do make it across the country - right on time, they have to take turns getting changed into their funeral blacks in the back of the car as the others guard the windows - and they're tentatively, but permanently, friends. and then they can grieve.

(and yes, the second they find tommy and tubbo in the crowd, ranboo comes out of nowhere to scoop tubbo up into a hug and ask if he's alright - because yes, the world is That Fucking Small.)

anyway. i imagine it being a very melancholic piece - very fraught tone at the beginning as everyone is grieving and can't handle that so they shove all their grief and confusion into anger and shove it at each other, picking petty fights until they realise they are literally not going to back it across if they don't pull their shit together. they try to get along, but the only thing they know they have in common is wilbur. and from there the assumptions spill out, followed by the corrections to those assumptions, then the stories, then how they're all feeling... eventually they settle on the fact that, well, wilbur's dead. they can kick around who they blame and whose fault it is (including their own) for the rest of their lives, and it's never going to bring them back. so instead, they lean on each other - knowing extremely keenly what each other is going through as they process all that cloudy confusion and anger and devastation in the direct aftermath so they can all properly grieve, and properly lay wilbur to rest.

#thank you for asking about this one nonnie <3 #honestly this is one i've gone yeah i'm never writing that because it just makes me way too sad and hits a little too close to home #but that image of all of them standing out on the red sand under the stars talking about wilburs memory is special to me #so uh coughs. no angst free modern au from me sorry #asks #tw suicide

[insane-weasel]

So even my c!Wilbur enjoyers agree, right? C!Wilbur's an abusive parent to c!Fundy? It's a harsh statement on the surface to swallow, but it's true.

Like I love c!Wilbur, not a single iota of me hates him, and like he's totally 99% a bad parent and super neglectful of his kid. I love that for him. No sarcasm, I genuinely love that for him. I think it's a great element that this man who chases the idea of family is most toxic to the people closest to him, like c!Tommy.

I think c!Tommy needs to take a page from c!Fundy's book. Get the heck away from c!Wilbur. He ain't good for you, man. I know their episode is probably c!Wilbur's last and look forward to see how they play out.

Anyway. I don't like c!Fundy, but he's the victim and I hope he's happy and being able to finally scream at his awful shitty dad gave him peace. I can hella relate to telling a parent "I do not want you here. I moved away. Fucking leave. I do not want you in my life."

#c!Wilbur neg #c!wilbur critical #i love Wilbur so much #i just genuinely love this #its such a good characterization

[stellocchia]

I do think the whole c!fundy in c!wilbur's story is interesting bc I think it highlights some of the dsmp's issues one one hand c!fundy has never been retconned from c!wilbur's story he's just not been mentioned but he's still his son on the other hand I'm not sure how much interest cc!fundy has in doing more lore or doing an arc with c!wilbur so idk how much hope there is of getting closure on that so it's just sort of the elephant in the room bc c!wilbur looks like a shit dad for not mentioning his son but also like if a cc doesn't wanna/can't do lore for whatever reason I'm not sure what you do then with the story and this isn't like hate to anyone things happen this is just my musings on it

I think there are a few things that could be done if cc!Fundy has no interest in continuing the roleplay.

1- Continue that part of the story in written form

This is something Wilbur has already done when scheduling issues with another creator got in the way of him telling the story and it was overall extremely well received. There's the issue that, of course, not being Fundy he might misinterpret c!Fundy, but, overall it would be the best solution in my opinion.

He could even consult cc!Fundy if needed on the characterization as that would take much less time than actually roleplaying it, so I'm sure Fundy would be able to find the time for it.

2- Hint at some form of confrontation that happened off-screen

This would not be my choice, simply because it wouldn't be very satisfying, but it would still be better than the absolute nothing we've gotten so far.

It would probably be the easiest solution as it would require no research on Wilbur's part and absolutely no participation on Fundy's. It could be very low effort on Wilbur's part as well. Just a mention here and there. Something like responding to Eret with "I've reconciled with Fundy already" and leaving it at that would have sufficed for example. Or if not a full-on reconciliation he could simply hint at a discussion or multiple discussions off-screen.

3- Mentioning characters that aren't there off-handedly has never required the involvement of both parties

It's weird because recently it seems like both the content creators and the fandom have forgotten this simple fact.

c!Wilbur looks like a shitty dad for not mentioning c!Fundy because he is, in fact, acting like a shitty dad by not mentioning c!Fundy. Fundy not being there to roleplay has nothing to do with it, say, c!Wilbur lying about c!Fundy not being involved in OG L'Manburg, or him never saying anything along the lines of "I wonder how he's doing" or literally mentioning him at all.

Heck, he mentions c!Tommy in pretty much every stream even when he's not there. He mentioned c!Niki last stream despite her not being there. He mentions c!Phil often despite Phil not being there. Why is Fundy the only exception? Why does Fundy need to be involved for his character to be mentioned?

Of course, it'd be better for him to be there if we wanna get closure, but it's really just not necessary if all we want is c!Wilbur showing he didn't forget he's a father.

#anon ask #dream smp #wilbur soot #fundy

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Diaries

by Closeted_ender

Tommy struggles as a prince. Mistake after mistake is made. Wilbur is, well, Wilbur. Tubbo’s there for him, though.

Tommy needs to find out he has to prioritize himself. He also needs to find reliable family.

(This summary is subject to Change, as uh, idk how to write it w/o spoiling plot)

Basically Wilbur’s a shitty brother, Phil’s a shitty dad, clingduo for…awhile… and yes, in the future, maybe some alliumduo. Who knows. You’ll just have to read and find out, I guess ^^

Words: 2632, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, to - Relationship, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot Being a Little Shit, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Author is a Toby Smith | Tubbo Apologist, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Wrote This While Listening to Mother Mother, no beta we die like c!tommy’s mental state, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38714685

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt

[hi-im-just-a-fan-here]

so Philza lost the ability to tell his kids apart.

I saw somewhere here a Technoblade shapeshifter au where he normally was a piglin but wanted to look more human and based his appearance of his (adopted) brother and I made my own take on it where Philza had no idea Techno could do this. 

(when I find a person who came up with this I will reblog with a link, but it will take some time since it was a while ago)

#im still in a small artblock #but oh well #imma still draw #my sbi family au is just phil being a confused dad #aight serious tag time #technoblade #sbi #sbi family au #i treat the sbi thing like a headcanon since techno said its not canon #wilbur soot #ph1za #c!techno #c!wilbur #c!philza #technoblade shapeshifter au #doodles #shitty doodles lets be honest #sleepy bois inc #wilbur fanart #techno fanart #philza fanart #dream smp

[flamedoesart]

"c!Wilbur never loved Fundy--"

Shhhhhhhhh.

Maybe he was overly doting, sure, but he did love Fundy. Between Fundy choosing Manburg (which btw was not even his fault, he just genuinely believed he was doing the right thing) and Wilbur's spiral, yeah their relationship became extremely...strained, is the light way to put it.

#wilbur soot #fundy #dream smp #dsmp #i have seen ppl say this before #that c!wilbur was always a shit dad #and like yeah he became shitty to fundy #but he wasn't ALWAYS that way #he did love fundy #even if he was overly doting and perhaps treated fundy too much like a child

[ccrv-7]

Yknow what? *thinks abt the sbi cycle of neglect*

#I JUST. HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS ABOUT THESE SHITTY LITTLE BLOCK MEN #LIKE. #I KNOW IVE TALKED ABOUT HOW MUCH I RELATE TO C!WILBUR BEFORE BUT LIKE I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO EXPAND ON WHY THAT IS #I have a lot of reasons tbh but the one I was thinking about rn is the continuos cycle of neglect between phil wilbur and Fundy #like I know the exact feeling of having a shitty-but-not-quite-abusive dad and vowing to never be like him #only to look in the mirror to see a spitting image of him staring back at you #idk man I just. #I have so many similarities with my dad and why I do despise him I still love him #and I feel like that’s the type of relationships the sleepy bois have #idk I might be projecting but I just really vibe with c!wilbur acknowledging that his dad was shitty but still easing his son the same way #I could talk about this for hours but oh goddamn #why is c!wilbur such a relatable character in every way ever. or am I just mentally ill is that the issue here. #probably tbh #oh well #salty shut up

[struggling-with-time]

How to spiral out of control [Simpbur x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x fem!reader (Simpbur x reader)

Summary: How simpbur became simpbur. And how you grew up and lived with him.

Warnings: Obsession, unhealthy obsession, stalking, murder, drugging, unhealthy relationship, and Simpbur being a creep.

Words: 5K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Listen I had brainrot. And I don't know how to defend this. (Also requests are still open! Click here!) And it's unedited for now it's 5:12 am here I will edit later today

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Wilbur was a pretty insignificant child. The death of his mother being one of the most interesting things about his childhood. While he claimed not to blame his youngest brother for the loss of his mother. He certainly had a funny way of showing his youngest brother affection.

Wilbur is the middle child of three. A charming but quiet and well accomplished older brother, who seems to never have to end to his dedication neither success. And his youngest brother, a loud ball of sunshine that just seems to make everyone in a good mood. Truly good with people, something Wilbur never seemed to grasp.

His whole childhood tainted by that fact. Always living in the shadow of his brothers, the clear favourites of everyone who came near the family of four.

So his grades was just average, never good enough to get acknowledged, never bad enough to need extra attention. Just average, like the rest of him. He grew up lanky, not athletic neither unable to run. Wilbur was grey in a family of golden people. His father raised them alone for most of Wilbur’s life. His father that despite never saying it out loud had clear favourites in his brothers. It was always, oh and Wilbur too!

Never him, never just him.

So, Wilbur spent most of his childhood lonely, disregarded and weird. A pitiful child. A pathetic child.

The thing is there was one thing, that made Wilbur worth anyone’s time. One person. You.

His childhood best friend.

Well, that’s what anyone who only knew Wilbur would say. Because you were the only friend he had. However, it was different for you, although the two of you were good friends, you wouldn’t call him your best friend for years. That didn’t happen till you became teenagers.

You had always tried your best to include the weird kid in playdates, birthday parties, and playground games. But nobody else seemed to find him worth their time, with his weird and morbid comments. But you persisted that he wasn’t that weird, besides his older brother was really cool.

So, you stick around, you stick around as playdates become hangouts, as dolls become makeup, and homework goes from learning to read to writing essays.

While you had many friends, both come and go and stay, Wilbur had been there for as long as you could remember. A playground proposal documented on home video. And a remake of it on the day of your school dance. You had played along, but it was known to everyone that your childhood friend wanted to be more than friends. But you stayed, smiled for the camera and laughed it off.

Then the school dance was over, and the last exam had been taken. That’s when you moved a country over, and slowly you lost contact with the people you used to call friends, but Wilbur stayed. Wilbur always stayed.

He finally got the spot as the best friend in your mind too. A definite win in his book.

Wilbur had always been odd, a bit to the left of normal. But now, with distance and screens in between you, he only started to act more concerning. This was around the time he started talking about feeling depressed and useless.

Of course, you always told him you didn’t believe that, what else were you supposed to say? Your friendship turning more and more into therapy sessions once a week for Wilbur on your end. While for him it was the highlight of his week.

Clicking the call button beside your profile picture, an anime girl from one he had recommended to you himself. One he had stayed up an entire night to shift through different animes to find the perfect one to send your way. One he was guaranteed you would watch.

“Wilbur, I should really get off.”

“C’mon stay on just a bit later, please.”

The silence deafening over the video call, he watches you intensely as you pull your legs into your chest, your shitty webcam standing beside you on your bed.

Wilbur reached out for the energy drink beside him, a new habit he has picked up. The more hours spent on the computer, the more he seemed to consume.

“Fine, just half an hour more. But then it’s the last half hour.”

Wilbur smiles at that, you choosing him over everything else in the world. He likes that, he likes that a lot. You valuing him. Spending time with him, and only him. Your attention is his.

“We could always fall asleep on call, then we could keep talking.”

“Another day Wilbur, another day.”

That. That sentence he on the other hand didn’t like. Not one bit. A promise never kept. A promise left unspoken and unpromised from your side, but a broken and abandoned promise on his side.

Then there was the wall incident.

Wilbur wouldn’t have told you if it weren’t for you noticing the hole in his wall. One that matched his fist quite neatly. His father had taken his PS4 in punishment for Wilbur using so much the WiFi plan to call you. At least that’s what he told you.

In reality, he had gotten into a fight with his older brother, his brother had asked about you, how you were doing, and if he could say hi during a call. There was something about the words that had irked Wilbur, something that set him off, something about him that made his brother seem dangerous to Wilbur. So, he had decked his older brother in the face. Causing a blackeye to occur.

In return, Wilbur now sported a big black and blue spot from where he hit the floor. His brother having immediately tackled him.

And to Wilbur that had confirmed his thoughts. Other guys are dangerous, he’s the only one you should rely on.

The wall had taken the brunt of his rage that night, a screaming match with his dad that ended with his little brother getting sent to his friends' house, and his PS4 getting confiscated until Wilbur had gotten a job and was able to pay back the damages.

And he did get a job, much to your surprise. But you had encouraged him throughout it all. A dead-end cashier job that only seemed to make his world staler and more bothersome than before.

A time where he searched for every distraction possible, gaming, music, you.

You were proud of him when he got the hole in his wall fixed, and even more when he kept his job. And Wilbur doesn’t remember you ever giving him more praise than the day he told you he was starting to investigate going to university.

Naturally, you helped him, and along the way, Wilbur picked up a guitar. A new asset to his den of depression that his room had become, decked in led lights, and overpriced RGB gaming stuff.

The university acceptance came rather quick, and suddenly Wilbur was packing up his life and heading to university. Boxes filled with stuff he barely remembered owning, and kitchen appliances that would never see the light of the day.

And he can feel you starting to drift, already busy with your own life. But he clings to you.

He stays, Wilbur always stays in your life. Even when you drift.

Wilbur knows it’s affecting him. It’s not hidden from anyone. The longer that goes between the two of you talking, the sourer his mood gets. The longer you don’t respond to him, the more messages he sends. The more information he craves to know.

Who are you talking to?

Who are you seeing?

Who is so much more important than him?

Hadn’t he always been there for you?

Hadn’t he always stayed?

You owe him.

Wilbur grows bitter and resentful. But not to you, never to you. But for everyone around you. His biggest joys in life now coming from the ungodly amount of caffeine he drinks, and whenever you reach out first.

This is why the day you call him asking for help is forever a day that will bring him joy.

“Hey Will, you’re really good with tech, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me start streaming.”

He chokes on the energy drink. He chokes on his words. He chokes on the air. He drowns.

His heart aching. His anger festering. His-

“Sure.”

He hears himself respond before he can even process the thought.

It takes him 2 days of absence from university, and what feels like 2 even longer nights, before he’s an expert on how to stream. He reads everything he can find, he watched everything that gets suggested.

You asked him for help, so he will help.

But Wilbur, spends these hours conflicted. You want his help, not someone else’s, someone lesser than him. Him.

But at the same time. His mind keeps wandering, isn’t he enough any longer? Isn’t he good enough for you? Why isn’t he good enough for you? Why? Why?

And thus, he learns you how to use the software, and beings alongside you. He finds comfort in knowing most of your streams whenever possible is spent with him on a call with you.

Although that happens after hours of pestering, that doesn’t matter. He gets to talk to you, while the rest is limited to a measly chat.

You seem to find yourself comfortably in the gaming category, slowly growing. Slowly rising.

Wilbur’s own streams, on the other hand, feels more like incoherent rants interrupted by his guitar plays. And once in a blue moon, you are on call with him.

It doesn’t take long before he gives up, watching you grow. Finding more comfort in watching you, instead of being the watched. Not that anyone really did watch him besides for you.

Wilbur stays out of a camera, as you only seem to grow more comfortable being in front of one.

The first time you have someone on a call with you on stream, who isn’t Wilbur. He just can’t help but break his bedside lamp. It’s a guy nonetheless. A guy from the internet. The type of guy Wilbur has never been shy to tell you horror stories about.

And this is where another bad habit of his started to emerge. He just can’t help himself. But you’re laughing with someone else. You’re smiling for someone else. You’re his. Not anyone else’s. His. His. His.

Wilbur is quick to find the donating button he had helped you set up himself. At that time it had only been used a couple of times. Nothing big. But Wilbur wants big. He wants attention. He wants you.

He fumbles with his credit card as he keys in the numbers, he’s a bit too familiarised with them. Because anything he can get from the internet will be delivered that way.

And then the notification pops up on your screen. A donation number you had never expected. And you start crying. Right there. Right on stream. And Wilbur sucks it up. He sucks it right up that you’re crying for him, whiling praising him, and only him.

The match you were playing ruined, and Wilburs smile only grows as he hears the familiar tone of discord receiving a call.

That night. You had ditched the fellow streamer to thank Wilbur and hang out with him.

Something you never thought you would regret.

But oh, how you did. How you did.

It takes Wilbur around 2 months to get used to a large sum of money means special attention to him, and only him. For everyone to see.

And he can feel you pulling away, so each time he donates, it’s bigger. Larger. Grander.

He’s never on your stream without a donation anymore. Never on call for free. But Wilbur doesn’t mind, because everyone gets to see you’re his.

And he keeps increasing the amount as you keep growing until he hits a stalemate. He’s using half of his paycheck on you, while he doesn’t mind going hungry a couple of days. His bills won’t wait for him. And he has been living away from home for far too long to ever think about calling up his father and ask for money.

Not to mention his oldest brother would never. Then neither will Wilbur. Because Wilbur is better. Better than all of them.

The larger your stream grows, the closer graduation arrives, and then Wilbur is sitting in another apartment. Another dead-end job. Another grey life.

Another dull life passing him by. Your voice constantly on loop his apartment. Constantly filling his life. As it always has. But to you, Wilbur is barely a part of your everyday. Only really showing up when a donation comes in. As you once again tell him not to spend money on you.

But he seems to stay. Wilbur always stays.

He’s the first to like anything you post on social media. Always online never off. Always lurking. Never missing. Never absent. He’s always there.

Wilbur never misses a stream; he schedules his life around yours. Even if you’re a country away.

And then one day you’re not. You’re not a country away, you’re moving back. You’re moving closer. And suddenly you live an hour away by car. Instead of an airplane ride, and shitty trains.

Suddenly Wilbur can see himself get a foot in the door. No longer grasping onto his parasitic parasocial friendship with you. He can see himself being more than the childhood friend who has always been there. He can see himself as the partner that always is there.

Wilbur is giddy the entire car ride. He’s giddy as he feels his bag burn on his shoulder. And he’s giddy until the second you embrace him in a hug and welcome him into your new apartment.

It’s bigger than the one you’ve had since university.

And then his future crumbles. You start talking about a guy named Jared. Fucking Jared. Why did even his name have to leave a sour taste in his mouth? A guy you met over the internet. Not just any guy. No specifically the fucker from the first time Wilbur had donated.

Apparently, he wasn’t a streamer, but a friend you had made during your 2 years you lived at university but never told Wilbur about. Not a single mention of him, and suddenly he’s all you’re talking about.

How could Wilbur have known? You hadn’t even mentioned him on stream. Wilbur always listened so carefully, writing down everyone you mentioned. You had called him attentive once, and he would never want to disappoint you. Maybe if he was attentive enough you would look his way.

Instead, here you are talking about this Jared guy. And Wilbur knows what he has to do. A thought he has been toying with for around 3 years now. Ever since you went to Disneyland together. A trip he paid for, and a trip that was streamed, so everyone could see you were his. You were always his.

That was easily his favourite video.

In the week up to the vacation, Wilbur had done everything he could to learn about cameras so he could help you, and do the most for you. He had even helped you sort through some of the non-streamed videos he filmed too for a YouTube video for you.

Which is where he found the clip of you changing.

The camera had been resting on your hotel bed, the video having a clear Dutch angle, leaving the hotel room slandered. But there you were, right square and centre still. Changing. It takes you a minute to finish before you turn around and pick the camera up again. Mumbling something as you turn it to show off your hotel room, and then the clip cuts to black.

He never told you about it, instead just saving that specific clip on a USB stick. A piece of tech he valued more than his life. Not that his life had ever been worth much in comparison to his.

Wilbur rips his bag open, careful not to make a lot of noise. He removed his clothes, and then the fake bottom. And underneath it reveals small security cameras.

Wilbur has never been more thankful for you being a heavy sleeper and letting him sleep on a mattress on the floor of your bedroom. He quietly sets up two in your bedroom, before moving into the rest of your house. One in your office that has been converted to a streaming room. His own personal angle to your public life.

Two more in the living room, he skips the kitchen and hesitates at the door of your bathroom. For the first time, he hesitates. His hand hovers over the doorknob, the other holding the camera.

“Wilbur?”

You’re standing in the hallway, sleep evident on your face.

“Will why are you making so much noise?”

“No reason darling, go back to bed, just needed some water.”

His breath is stuck in his throat until he hears you close the bedroom door again.

That was the first time he hesitated. And his last. He couldn’t afford it. He couldn’t afford to lose you further.

The rest of the trip passes Wilbur by as you introduce him to Jared. The douchebag himself. The asshole. The guy who dares take away what is Wilbur’s. Even on the ride home. All Wilbur can see is Jared’s image etched into his mind. His god-awful fashion sense. The way everything, he wore around you, just seemed to be a size too small. Nobody wants to see that fuckers’ muscles. Wilbur’s knuckles turn white, as he grips the steering wheel.

Jared has to go.

He’s ruining everything. He’s not part of the dream you told Wilbur you had. Jared has never been part of that. Wilbur was supposed to be part of that. Even if the dream changed through the year. Even if the one you’re living now is the unimaginable future the two of you imagined up at seventeen. But one thing was sure. Jared wasn’t part of that. Wilbur was.

Wilbur easily finds himself a new normal at home. The trip giving him a refreshed sense of hope. A plan in the making. His daily routine now including watching you all hours of the day. Not just your streams any longer. Every single second he can wrench out of those cameras.

And suddenly his friendship seems to improve with you too. Because now he can see when you’re sad and in need of a friend. He reaches out at the perfect time. Abusing your vulnerable state. Because it’s the best to do. It’s for the betterment of your future.

The more Wilbur is there for you, the more he resents Jared. He deserved to be in your bed, not that asshole. He deserves to reap the rewards of his hard labour. He is the one that has always been there because Wilbur has always stayed.

A simple click is all it takes for Wilbur and the item has been placed in a cart. Mere keystrokes and it has been paid. A single click and Wilbur has truly gone insane, as a packet is shipped off. A packet containing a bottle of sleeping pills.

The next time you invite Wilbur down, you barely recognise him as you open the door. Eyebags so deep you’ve never seen before. His entire body slightly twitching, and that manic smile on his lips. Wilbur brushes your concerns off, claiming that’s just what happens in real workplaces. Not that you would know anything about that.

Wilbur hates the feeling of insulting you, but you had barely responded the entire week. You deserved to suffer for a moment. Before he caves and apologises for being rude. That’s the moment you can see the resembles of his normal being as he hangs his shoulders.

Jared comes over that night. Just as Wilbur had planned. And this time he won’t hesitate. He even bought a bigger car for this.

Wilbur offers to mix the drinks, claiming to have learnt a new recipe. Which isn’t a lie, he has learned how to perfect just the right cocktail thick enough that covers the chalky residue of the pills. And sweet enough to make the bitter taste disappear.

He serves them, keeping a watchful eye as the night drags on, and Jared never seems to shut up. But Wilbur can deal with it for one night. Just for one. And then he won’t ever have to worry about Jared again.

He serves another.

And then another drink.

And finally. Finally. You’re starting to get tired. Slowly leaning against Wilbur. And he takes pride in that. Great pride. You didn’t choose to lean against Jared, you’re leaning against Wilbur.

Wilbur sits still until Jared too is starting to fall asleep. Wilbur is ecstatic.

He gets up slowly, gently laying you down, a pillow underneath your face. A blanket over you. He kisses your forehead and smells your hair. Taking in the shampoo scent still lingering.

Then Wilbur gets moving, he has stuff to do. Plans to execute after all.

He does his best to get Jared’s left arm over his shoulders. But their awkward height difference makes it difficult, but he can make it work. It has to work. He only gets one shot.

Wilbur gets the front door open before he realises a fatal flaw in his plan. He has to drag Jared down 3 floors worth of stairs. He realises he can’t do it the way he is now. He has to drag him down by his armpits instead.

It takes him the first flight of stairs to realise Jared shoes are making too much noise. He has to abandon them, Wilbur awkwardly gets Jared leaned against the wall before he removes Jared’s polished black shoes. Wilbur leaves them there, making a mental note to remember them when he comes back.

The rest of the stairs, while difficult and definitely breathtaking for someone who has no muscle strength. He makes it work. Wilbur actually makes it work.

He made it work. It worked. Oh god. It’s working.

Wilbur repositions Jared once more, his arm once again over Wilbur’s shoulders. The night sky greeting him as he steps out of the apartment complex. With great difficulty, Wilbur gets the two of them over to his car, where he throws open the trunk. In the proceed shaking the car, setting off the car alarm. Wilbur is quick to drop Jared as he fumbles after his car keys. It takes him nearly a full minute to turn off the car alarm.

Wilbur curses under his breath.

Annoyed with the time loss. He finally gets the knocked-out Jared into his trunk, and he shuts it again. Just as a front door in the apartment complex opens. A man steps out. He raises a hand to Wilbur, before pulling out a smoke.

Wilbur shuffles on his feet before raising a hand. And then awkwardly gets into his car.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

He has a body in his trunk. Now he just has to get to the harbour. Wilbur starts the car and starts the ride to the harbour a town over.

Half an hour has gone past when Wilbur is pulling the handbrake, and taking the keys out. He’s quick to get out, and even quicker to get to Jared. Wilbur keeps thinking about you. Your smile. Your kindness. Your voice. Your beauty. Your grace. As his hands are securing zip ties around the wrists and ankles of an unconscious man.

He has to go.

Wilbur reminds himself.

A cloth is tied around Jared’s filthy mouth, and then Wilbur is back to dragging him. It’s both easier and harder. Easier before he’s just dragging him across the pebbles and over to the brink of the harbour. Both of his arms are under both of Jared’s.

But it’s harder because if someone sees him it’s going to get difficult to explain. But nobody does. As far as Wilbur is aware.

So a splash is made by a body, and Jared is unceremoniously sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor.

Wilbur takes one more breath of fresh air. Before turning around and getting back into his new car.

He’s quick to arrive at your apartment complex. The man was no longer there. Wilbur goes to grip the front door. It doesn’t bulge.

Oh yeah, it’s locked.

He fishes the copy he made of your house key from his keychain and lets himself into the building he doesn’t live in. An invited guest, that has turned out to be an uninvited one.

He can feel the tiredness setting in his bones, as he ascends the stairs. And the realisation that he just killed someone hasn’t dawned on him yet. Instead, all his muscles are aching, and his eyes barely staying open.

He stumbles into your apartment. Another kiss gets left on your forehead as he goes for your bed. The smell is so nice. It’s so obvious to him this is where you sleep. And he’s soaking in each moment until his eyes are giving out.

His night remaining dreamless, instead, he gets awoken rather rudely around noon. You’ve pulled the comforter off him and told him to get up, so the two of you can spend some timeacting together. and Wilbur happily does that.

Not at all acing like a man who purposely took another person’s life mere hours ago. You rush him to get into his clothes. As you have something planned for rest of the day out of the apartment. You’re talking his ears off as you descend the first flight stairs your personal puppy in tow.

When you stop dead in your tracks. Wilbur nearly stumbles into you.

“Will, is that Jared’s shoes?”

And right there is in fact Jared’s shoes. The pair Wilbur had forgotten all about. The pair he had left unintentionally.

“Are you sure about that? Thought he already left.” Wilbur lies, he may be awkward, but he has gotten pretty good at lying to you through the years.

“Yeah yeah, you’re right. Why would he leave his shoes?”

The question gets left unanswered, and the tension is thick until you get outside, and the sun is shining. It seems it knows too of how good this day is for Wilbur, a dawn of a new era. Where you will finally acknowledge him as the perfect one for you.

The man from the nightstand once again with a smoke and raises his hand to greet Wilbur, once again Wilbur shuffles on his feet before he raises a hand back. You look at him weirdly, and Wilbur shrugs it off.

The rest of the day happening without any mishaps or other incidents. But the shoes just can’t seem to leave your mind, despite how hard Wilbur is trying to distract you.

And then the afternoon passes, and the night, and the car ride, and Wilbur is once again home. And as soon as the door closes. He crumbles down on the floor.

Oh god.

He did it.

He actually fucking did it.

He isn’t useless.

He’s fucking Wilbur, and Wilbur stays in your life. Even when you make such stupid mistakes as falling for another person. There’s only one person for you and that’s him.

You’re actually the first one to call him this time, and the smile never leaves his lips. Even if the call is about Jared. And how worried you are about not having heard from him. Wilbur just tells you; you should have listened to him. Guys on the internet are just like that. And that you deserve better. Someone like him.

You laugh at this and thank him for calming you down.

Wilbur suddenly loves phone calls.

This bliss is perfect for Wilbur you’re talking to him more and more. And he watches, god he watches you. Every step you take in that apartment is filmed logged on his computer.

However, all good things must come to an end, and Wilbur has barely pulled off his tie after work when a group of loud knocks sounds at his door. He isn’t expecting guests.

A group of men in blue uniforms greets him.

“Wilbur Soot, you’re under the arrest for the Murder of Jared Yarrow.”

Wilbur barely registers what’s going on, before he’s in a holding cell. A psych evaluation under his belt. A phone call to his father asking him to help him out.

The days bleed together in the unchanging environment, and suddenly a defender is telling him to plead for insanity.

Then the defender comes back again days later with a court date, and all Wilbur can do is count the seconds.

Time for the first time since arriving slows down when the doors to the court open and Wilbur is lead into the courtroom. And there you are, looking beautiful as ever. Tears and despair clearly written on your face. You look away from him, and it makes him stumble for a moment. A quick look to the other side, confirms his fear. His father is here. Alongside his brothers.

The trial goes over what happened that night, the evidence, the sleeping medication, the car. Everything. Yet even when his sentence is received, even when he is told he won’t see the sun again for a long time. There is only one thing on his mind.

They never found the cameras.

And he just can’t help but smile at that as he’s getting lead away to rot.

Because Wilbur has always stayed by your side, Wilbur always stays. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

#wilbur soot #Simpbur #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #simpbur x you #c!wilbur soot x reader #simpbur x reader #c!wilbur #c: simpbur #c!wilbur x reader #c!wilbur fanfic #c!wilbur x you #c!wilbur soot x you #dsmp #mcyt #fanfic #female!reader #delias own writing

[perriwinklesblog]

Regardless over whether irl Fundy doesn’t do as much with the Dream SMP as before, the fact that c!Wilbur has yet to ask about or visit his son just really fucks me up man.

Like. Especially after the written arc he did.

He could have written in a moment with c!Fundy.

c!Fundy is part of Las Nevadas.

Could have had a moment of bittersweet reunion only for him to discover c!Fundy is on c!Quackity’s side.

There could have been one moment.

But no. c!Wilbur Soot is clearly meant to be a shitty dad.

#I’d like to add that fundy took a step back from lore but again wilbur could have concluded their story on the written way you know? #we could have gotten a moment of mutual understanding and departing #YOU LITERALLY COULD HAVE WRITTEN IT IN WILBUR. #dream smp #wilbur soot #fundy #quackity

[conarcoin]

the same people who talk about c!phil being a bad dad to c!wilbur (despite seeing very little of them in canon) will also be the same people that will argue c!wilbur wasnt a shitty dad to c!fundy. which is funny to me

#discourse #i guuuuess

[silverechosandblankmasks]

Platonic Polyam Bench Trio Marriage AU

You guys asked, so here I am to deliver! Platonic Polyam Bench Trio marriage au where Tommy marries into Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s platonic marriage. (focus on Tommy lol)

NOTE; These are about the c!characters and not the irl people, and I'm writing this like a poly queerplatonic relationship okay? None of this is intended to be romantic or anything else and anything that is in this list is PLATONIC INTENTIONS ONLY

Edit; Now called the Bench Husbands Au

-It kinda all kicks off when about a week or so after Tommy gets out of Prison. (Note, nothing after the first stream after Tommy gets out is canon in this au, as well as some things before)

-Tubbo and Tommy finally have a small fight and argument, before talking, like really talking and Tubbo invite Tommy to come live with them in the mansion in snowchester once its done.

-Tommy doesn't really want to... but he’s tired and lonely and still scared to death and Tubbo promises he’s safe with them, plus if they lived together they could plan on how to kill Dream easier as well.

-Ranboo doesn't mind but after that he tries to go talk to tommy more, but Tommy isnt... the most receptive? Tommy is suffering still and is feeling very replaced and lonely, but doesn't excuse his kinda snippy behavior with Ranboo

-This finally comes to ahead when Ranboo snaps and calls him out, leading to another small fight, before Tommy apologizes and they also talk. This one is more in depth though and Tommy talks about what happened in exile, in the prison, and just general shitty stuff that's being going on. 

-Ranboo, in turn, talks to him about the voices and Dream’s voice and the sleepwalking and Tommy is very much more concerned about them then anyone else he told was, and validates the fear about it, and resolves to help Ranboo get rid of it somehow.

-After this, and both trying to convince the other they should tell Tubbo, that they both probably need to tell Tubbo. They want to keep him safe and not worry him, but... they both need help in different ways and they both love him enough to not do that to him.

-The night ends with lots of tears, Tubbo admitting his own traumas and tears and what he’s been not saying, and a promise to help each other.

-Its not a while after that actually Ranboo brings up the idea of adding Tommy to their marriage. He can tell the blond is struggling with feeling replaced and low-self esteem, and it would help him feel more equal and loved maybe? Tubbo thinks its a great idea and they go to ask Tommy.

-Tommy’s pretty uppity at first, he believes its just them pitying him and treating him like glass again, which he hates more then anything, but after they calm him down and explain they just want him to feel equal and that they both actually cared for him and wanted him to join in on their thing, he’s more contemplative. Ranboo nervously throws in a few other points, like how for legal reasons it could benefit him like it was for them, their allies had to leave him alone, plus Tubbo only started making his own hotel becuase he wanted Tommy to start interacting with him again, and-

-At this point Tommy just, interrupts and says yes, surprising them. They didn't exactly think he’d say no, but they thought it would be harder then that. He laughs at their expressions and says why not? Plus it stood to reason they’d want Tommy, everyone wanted Tommy.

-Ranboo and Tubbo exchange a look before bullying their now platonic fiancée. They agree to get married as soon as the Mansion is done, and till then Tommy can finish packing his stuff and a few other things he wanted to do.

-Also Tommy is totally not avoiding Michael because every pet he ever got close to has died and he doesn't want to get attached and risk Tubbo and Ranboo losing something they cared about because of him, no siree, why wouldn't you think that?

-Speaking of Michael!

-Its not all that strange to keep undead mobs like Zombie piglins as pets, in fact Zombie Piglins are the probably better undead mob to keep around due to their mostly passiveness if you want a pet and the fact they don't need much to eat and wont really be harmed if out leave them alone for long periods of time

-Though Tommy kinda thinks Tubbo and Ranboo’s insist on treating him like their child is weird, but he’s willing to let them have it, clearly it made them happy to play around

-Isn't until he finally moves in that he realizes that Michael is different then other zombie piglins and finds himself being pulled into the parent dynamic as well

-Though now that he thinks about it, something about Michael seems off… welp it's probably nothing :)

-When the mansion is done, he tears down the dirt shack and makes it a community garden and it becomes one of the only things that stays free of the red vines (who knew watering it with water from the holy land would make it untouchable? It's thanks to this garden later others figure out how to defeat the egg)

-They elect to not have a ceremony, not now at least but Tommy actually thinks a small wedding party would be fun at a later date. Ranboo doesn't mind much if they have one or not but Tubbo is actually very excited about planning it.

-Tommy wears his ring on a necklace most of the time, but occasionally wears it on his fingers, usually when he needs something to fiddle with.

-Ranboo wears his on his tail (the area right before to fluffy part) normally but also wears it on his finger sometimes when he feels like it. (If your version has horns, he also does that too) it just really depends on what he’s feeling and if he’s forgotten where he put it. He also like, never takes it off unless to move it around because he’s afraid to lose it.

-Tubbo wears his as an actual ring on his finger (though if he has horns, sometimes he puts it on one of em if he needs the ring to be off his hand.) Tubbo learned the hard way when building nukes or other machinery (since, if you can believe it, his husbands aren’t that comfortable with the nukes as he is) you can't wield or do high heat stuff while wearing metal and nearly lost his finger. He’s very lucky and he has a small scar from it.

-Each of them have their own rooms so they can have their own space and somewhere to go if they want time to themselves/store their stuff in, but there is a 4th room (directly across from Michaels) where they share and tend to curl up to sleep together. About 5 out of 7 days of the week, some combo of them are cuddling together at night, more if they're having a bad day or nightmares.

-There's multiple bathrooms in the mansion but there's one they all like the best and will fight over it/race to get into it first before the others and the other two will stalk off salty to use a different one

-They're all pretty tactile people but out of them, Tommy is the most tactile (once the fear of being hurt recess he practically attaches himself to the others) and Ranboo is the least (he won't seek out comfort and touch as much as the others unless he needs it, but is the best at telling when the other two need touch or need to be left alone) and Tubbo is in the middle of that.

-Tommy is the one that cooks most of the time, Ranboo is banned from it after The Incident and while Tubbo is okay at cooking, Tommy just knows more recipes and how to make things taste really good.

-Tommy picked up sewing from when he was a kid, even before he was found by Wilbur and adopted by Phil, it was useful to be able to patch the rags he called clothes, and just ended up continuing because his brothers and dad sucked at sewing. It then morphed into full tailoring because he found it relaxing and liked being able to make his own clothes. He can and will be insulted if anyone wears anything he deems ‘ugly’, especially his new husbands. He makes them clothes all the time, specially Michael.

-In fact he also cleans the most, he just gets bored and while he makes a mess, if the house gets to a certain point he gets really uncomfortable and overstimulated, so he cleans.

-DomesticInnit? In my au? More likely then you think!

-Gradually the whole ‘watching the prison’ and ‘planning to kill Dream’ starts to fade as he gets back into the groove of living again and therapy. He’s just… tired of Dream having a hold on everything Tommy does, he’s sick of it. So… he just tries to live these days one step at a time. (Healing arc baby! Dream can die mad UwU)

-Tommy dragged them both to Therapy with him after a while.

-Because of this he finds himself home a lot with Michael, especially if the other two are busy. They’ve pretty much decided that someone has to be home with Michael at all times, which is now 100% more doable with the 3 of them, and Puffy or Foolish babysit if there’s ever time they can't.

-Tommy is a lot less of a hovering helicopter parent then the others and was the one to finally convince them Michael cant live trapped in a room. Yes, they were all worried for his safety but… you can't raise a kid in a cell, even if it's a nice one. Tommy takes Michael out more

-Tommy started to sleep walking again once they moved in and he still gravitates towards water for some reason. Nothing more startling then waking up because you plunged into frigid below 0 temp water while sleepwalking. Ranboo also enderwalks/sleepwalks more as well and there've been some nights where Tubbo has had to track them both sleepily walking around and make sure they don't hurt themselves or drown or something. At least Ranboo is semi-aware when enderwalking and normally just does weird ender things, Tommy likes to apparently walk into oceans or climb the mansion and nearly fall off and wander hundreds of blocks away. Tubbo’s not salty at all, really.

-Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl are 100% salty the benchtrio got platonically married before they got married

-They fight about last names all the time despite none of them actally taking eachothers last name, and if they happen to pick and choose on which one they’re feeling based on mood, well they can do what they want!

-However its agreed Michael’s last name is hyphenated so he’s now ‘Michael Beloved-Underscore-Innit’

These are all I have for now, feel free to ask about it or use my ideas! <3

#dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #bench trio #benchtwt #mine #headcanons #au #my aus #Benchtrio platonic poly marrige au #NOW CALLED; #Bench Husbands AU

[kitsu-katsu]

Ok, but why do some people for real talk about revivedbur like "that's not Wilbur, not who he used to be anyway"? Especially to make Phil all "sad dadza :((((((("

Like??? Did part of the fandom once again fall for c!Wilbur's self hatred as reality just how they did with the "let's be the villains" monologue? Did the fandom take c!Wilbur mentally separating part of himself to compartmentalize his trauma as "Wilbur" vs "Revivedbur" as pure fact of reality? Or is it just that they can't be bothered to accept that a character so complex and who has gone through so much shit (all of his trauma and issues from S1, PLUS 13 and half years in limbo and he came out saying that he feels like he's performing and is still passively su*cidal) is bound to behave differently than at the start of the story?

And the kicker is that it's mostly for c!Phil angst. c!Phil. The guy who already didn't know his son from the start apparently. Why? You may ask, well, he never knew of any of the hardship that Wilbur went through, saw him building nations as almost playing pretend with his friends, never considered hardships of wars, thought it was all for shits and giggles (from letters in which Wilbur lied because he wanted Phil to feel proud of him, to not worry too much) and when he got to L'manburg and saw Wilbur's state, he ended up going for assisting his su*cide. And apparently never cared to find out anything that led to it. Or any of the country's history. Only to then use Wilbur as a scapegoat for his destruction of L'manburg during Doomsday because "I'm destroying all of these people's livelihoods because the government forced me to kill my son! Oh that doll of a ghost is distraught? You'll understand one day".

And his character also said things like calling Wilbur stupid for being su*cidal. But then craving forgiveness for going through with it. And then he speculated about which "version of Wilbur" they'd get back because "Wilbur is nuts, so who knows".

So I ask. Who even is this "good ol' Wilbur" that Phil would be genuinely happy to have back if Revivedbur is "not even Wilbur anymore"? Huh fandom? Is it L'manburg era Wilbur? Because judging by how Phil talked about reading his letters from that era, he never took their struggles for freedom, liberty and independence seriously, he seemed like a dad talking about his son playing pretend, while his actual son fought wars and cried into his pillow when left alone as a president. So it can't be that. It seems like the actual "good ol' Wilbur" would be a Wilbur before the story of the SMP even started. A Wilbur much younger and not yet having gone through all the shit he did. And honestly? That's kinda shitty. Like... Accept that c!Wilbur, just like any other character, is a person and will thus change according to his life experience, even more so when he spent 13 and half years of solitary confinement. He didn't get better or change beyond recognition. He just came back ready to perform as a semi stable person with some nebulous plans

#sad dadza miss his son :(((( #tw suicide mention #fandom critical #c!phil critical #c!phil negativity #c!Wilbur #wilbur dsmp #wilbur soot #ghostbur #revivedbur #doomsday critical #many people have said this and I'm just ?????? #treat Wilbur as his own character and not only a tool to make challenge

[bones-sprouts]

like we get it. red flag. bear smp bad. ranboo mains shitty. bandanas ugly. death threat. wilbur doing cover up. c!phil good dad. shroud not person. why cant we all just come together and agree that tubbo

#tubbo #tubbo_ #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #mcytblr

[atomiclightcycle]

C!Wilbur lovepost

Decided to write up some thoughts from discord because C!Wilbur is a really good character in my opinions for a bunch of reasons and i love him very much.

C!Wilbur's mental illness hits so hard personally because of the way I go through it, and the way people react to it. Just the endless thoughts that never ever stop and every doubt you have. It feels like you are losing everything and nothing will ever be okay again, and you want to die so bad because there’s nothing left for you but also you have to grapple with how much you have to hurt everyone because you love them so much and you don't deserve them so you know you’re going to hurt them which just makes you feel shitter.

 The paranoid thoughts that never end and you kinda know it’s not true so you feel like you’re going crazy but it feels so real and its terrifying and its worst when people confirm that because you weren’t wrong and it’s going to happen again and there nothing you can do to stop it but also people on the outside don’t see and don’t believe you so it’s so incredibly isolating. Also the shame in it all like you should be stronger than his you and that you are better than this. Also the way people treat you as well like its different and you can tell like either they don’t get it and they’re really harsh and it gets in your head and reinforces that they hate you or they are nicer which makes you feel even more pathetic and worthless, or they are scared of you not because you would ever hurt them like intentionally but because it’s scary seeing someone you love so sick and nobody wants to be the person to push them over the edge and they don’t know what to say.- this is why it’s so harmful to assume that has an abuser because tommy is scared of him despite him never having abused him. Like at points I was so scared I had abused my little sister and didn't know despite that not making any sense and nobody having said that, turns out she was nervous around me and avoiding me for the reasons above.

 Also, the way you lash out and say things you regret because you’re so fucking scared, and it feels like everyone wants to hurt you. Then if you start getting better it’s like you ruined everything yourself and there's nothing left for you and it’s all your own fault.

 Like c!Wilbur is such a good and accurate portrayal of all this and the way people demonize him for it is kinda shitty (am I not saying that he should be excused for his actions however his illness is not a bad action but a condition he can not help but have), but on a more positive note its such good writing on the part of cc!Wilbur.

I’m also very fond of c!Wilbur’s positive traits that are so often ignored. C!Wilbur cares so much and so deeply about others and it’s so frustrating that people erase that because of manipulation,  even the worst stuff he has done was to help others like the destruction of l'manberg was because he convinced himself that the thing he had put so much effort in could only hurt people anymore because of him, and him manipulating tommy now was because he cares for him and after everyone else has left he feels he need him to stay like he cares so much.

Another thing I find is often ignored is c!Wilbur’s trauma. He was in the control room with his actual son and two other teenagers who were all there in part of him and he also trusted eret so much, borderline romantically- that was where his paranoia started or at least got worse, after the control room he was willing to lose it all and give up. Then presidency wasn't great either because he was suddenly responsible for everyone else and putting so much effort in and crying himself to sleep every night, but it didnt seem like anyone cared or listened to him. So, he hosted an election which was basically asking does anyone like me, and has his son and close friend run against him and lost so that feel like that question was answered with a no, then as he is running for his life he dies in front of everyone while tommy the only person he can trust for sure now is in danger and that’s all before pogtopia.

The day people stop acting like Wilbur never cared about l'manberg is the day I die happy as it so clear he did, his plot line wouldn’t really make sense if he didn’t.

Wilbur soot is the onliest character ever, he has got a cool aesthetic, he’s good representation of mental health and what it’s like to live with that, he’s got a dynamic relationship with morality, he’s not a perfect dad but he’s a good dad, he’s wrong a lot but you can see his perspective, he’s got a cool design, he has an interesting way of having his pov shown, the things he does makes sense, he’s try to get better despite how hard that is, he care about other, good sense in fashion, he’s fun, he’s engaging, and he’s fun to think.

I often feel like c!Wilbur has just been mistaken for jd at times especially now with the putting cigarettes out on tommy angst, like nothing against jd but that's not c!wilbur. L'manberg was not destroyed to send a message it was destroyed because he thought it was hurting people. He doesn't treat tommy like JD treats veronica, besides the obvious, he is not abusive towards tommy and his possessiveness is out of fear instead of a naturally controlling nature.

Another way I dislike the fandoms portrayal is with the red eyes trend as it weirdly ableist and dehumanizing. Also, on a personal note Wilbur’s character has black eyes and i have pretty much black eyes and want to see more characters with them lmao. A cool suggestion I have seen for the red eyes are some red heart glasses which I personally like because I own some and holy shit they are so cool and gender. After everything he deserves this, and we should let him heal in style. Another headcanon I like is when wilbur goes through redemption, tommy gifts him a blue beanie made out of friends wool which I really like as it makes them matching with tommy and the cardigan people uses.  Both of these headcanons come from l’manbur apparently but I heard them from @the-redeemed-anon​   who is a member but i'm not sure if she personally came up with them.

Personally i feel as tommy has been clairifed, i think wilbur should be hippified. So below for i think crimeboys should be fanonized /j

^^^wilbur

^^tommy 

also btw i've decided 💛 is my emoji for crime boys because tommy is golden boy and wilbur is yellow, blue is also very nice because blue= l'manberg and friend but I like yellow

Anyway in conclusion

#dream smp #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #c!wilbur pos #tw mental health venting #tw victim blaming #long post #death mention #discussions of trauma #atomicpost