#either way I just want to see wilbur get better

[ramons-elevator]

This has been rattling in my mind for a minute and i need to scream about it.

The significance of the item display of the backpacks and how much that defines the QSMP characters.

If you dont know, Leo found out you can display an item in your backpack and show it off. Kinda like a little charm or a keychain. Ever since then, a bunch of people have been displaying items.

Lets start off with the trend setter.

Leo:

Her item is a totem. Obviously this is about Foolish. She spends the most time with Foolish and adores him. They are super close and are super similar. Another reason could be showing off her wealth. Also, a joke that she is immortal (she isnt) and its a bit of a hint to that.

Foolish:

His item is the player head that Leo always wears. Obviously, like Leo, it represents how much he loves Leo and the time they spent together. It also looks like Leo is in his backpack and showing that they are always together (Siempre juntos) no matter what.

Philza:

His item is a skull you can wear on your head. Now theres a lot to interpet here. The obvious one is that this represents Missa. Either that he always chooses Missa or that Missa is with him and Chayanne even if hes away. Again theres a lot to talk about.

Another reason is that death isnt scary for him / death is always there. Philza in general is associated with death (his irl wife's lore is being the goddess of death). With his son on one life for so long and now his granddaughter, he has come to terms with death. He isnt scared of the Code Monster. He will fight until the death no matter what.

Tallulah:

Her item is a poppy. I believe she gives poppies to people she meets for the first time. For me, it represents her innocence. In the way she views the world and how the world views her. Everyone sees her as a sweet girl and is super kind. Majority, if not everyone, always loves her. For her, she always views the world with love. She is told by Wilbur and Phil that her kindness and love is necessary. In a world full of terror and fear, there needs to be love and gentleness

Chayanne:

His item is a potato. For anyone who doesnt know, Chayanne is deeply inspired by Techoblade. Technoblade is known for being a incredible warrior and a great Potato farmer. Please look up his videos. Philza told Chayanne about Techno and again is deeply inspired by him. The potato is a reminder of Chayanne's goals. To help everyone and to protect everyone.

Richarlyson:

His item is a heart container, one used to get an extra heart of health. I have so many emotions about this. I think the main one is that Richarlyson is the heart of the Brazilians / Favela Five. He is the core, for better or for worse. He always loves all his dads. Even recently with how scary everything is, he still loves and trusts his dads.

Forever:

His item is a Nether star. I honestly feel like this defines his character so well. An item that takes a lot of time, resources, and strength to get. Forever has put in that time and effort. His strength shines in his armor and how persistent he is. Also, the nether star is needed to make the highest level of the block reinforcer. Its needed to make everything safe. Forever has shown that over and over again. He wants to make everything safe.

(Update, Richarlyson changed his to a nether star so him and Forever are matching!)

Cellbit:

His item is the universal block remover. I dont know how recent this change is, but I noticed it when he was in his federation office. Just like Forever, this defines his character so well. He is there to break something, either the Enigma or the Federation. He is trying to get inside.

BadBoyHalo:

His item is a Scythe. For anyone who doesnt know, Bad said he is the grim reaper. Either coming to people to remind them to drink water or that he helps guide people to the afterlife. A lot of people thinks that why he cares so much about the eggs. He is the one to transport them to the afterlife.

Mike:

As im making this post, Tazercraft went live and I noticed Mike has a red block in his item display. I dont know a lot of Tazercraft/ Mike's lore. I do know that in tazercraft's game of hide and seek, a red block is represented to show who is the seeker/killer. Maybe it relates to that?

This is everyone I can think of off the top of my head. Theres probably more people who have it, but yeah.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp cellbit #qsmp chayanne #qsmp foolish #qsmp leonarda #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp mike #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp tallulah

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

#wilbur soot #fuck wilbur soot #shubble #shelby grace #support shubble #believe victims #believe Shubble #im probably gonna disappear for the rest of the day #possibly tomorrow two #again shubble is so brave and im glad she spoke up #also sorry for the swearing im just mad #tw: abuse #tw: swearing

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Technoblade told himself he would explain the misunderstanding eventually, he just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

In his defense, he never was the best at confrontation. Swords and shields were easy, they were understandable to a man like Techno. Telling four overly-eager Gods that he was not a gift for them - now that was harder.

Especially since he had been sent by his king with the express command to appease these gods. The entire point of Techno being there was for him to earn divine goodwill. Sure, Techno was supposed to do that by delivering the special items the court had provided as offerings, but somewhere wires had gotten crossed and now they thought he was the mortal's gift to them. And Techno didn't think correcting them on that notion would go over well.

"Aw, isn't that adorable? Humans are so precious when they encounter something unknown." Lady Death clasped her hands together, fawning over him like he'd seen the noblewomen fawn over newborn kittens. It was a bit humbling really.

"Will this kill me if I touch it?" Techno asked wearily.

"Only if we want it to," Phil said - then refused to elaborate. Great.

Well, if they'd wanted to kill Techno he would have been dead already. He dipped his hand into the river, watching as the molten ichor flowed around it. It wasn't as cold as he expected, though not warm either. Just... room-temperature liquid gold against his skin.

"Huh..." he said as he pulled it out and contemplated his completely dry hand. He dipped it back in but cupped his palm instead, so he was able to lift up some of the strange not-water.

"Gold suits you," Kristin hummed as she watched him do this. She tilted her head with a smile, eyes traveling over him carefully. "Better than those rags for sure. We'll have to dress you up nicer, no offense. You look a little hm, unkempt." There was a laugh in her voice.

Techno had not gotten used to the way it echoed yet. As if every word she spoke held power in this realm. "This is the standard military uniform from my nation."

"And clearly it's a nation that lacks good taste," Phil pointed out.

Kristin reached out to pull on his arm. "Oh, hush dear. They had good enough taste to deliver him, didn't they?" She nodded at Techno. "However, it's true that something of ours should not walk around looking so untidy. We'll have to fix that." She snapped her fingers. Techno felt a weird shudder down his spine in response to a divine being extending their powers so close to him, though he couldn't see anything that had changed.

"Some options will be waiting in your room," Kristin said.

"My room?" Techno echoed dumbly.

"Of course! Wilbur and Tommy are off preparing it for you, it'll be delightful, I'm sure."

He had a room. They made him a room.

Oh, Techno was not going to get out of there anytime soon, was he?

"Now, our gift." Kristin gestured to the rest of the garden. "There's much more of the palace to see, we're not nearly done showing you around yet. And I don't think we can keep Tommy and Wilbur at bay for long, they're beyond excited to spend time with you too. So let's get going."

And if there was one thing Techno knew for certain, it was that misfortune would surely fall on those who refused a divine invitation. So he nodded and followed them.

#dark sbi #technoblade #shara writes #same one as that other god one #but I'm too lazy to find the link rn

[modelbus]

Mcyt’s when you’re toxic in a game

I’ve been playing valorant lately, so why not? When I say toxic I mean more of a fun toxic, not violently bullying if that makes sense.

Mcyt’s included: Tommy, Dream, Sapnap, Wilbur

Tommy

Flabbergasted

He’s never seen you be so creatively aggressive before, not towards others in a game.

He immediately starts laughing though, so hard that he pushes his chair back and nearly falls out of it. He does die in the game though, not even caring about that.

You laugh with him, the sound of his laughter infectious.

The second he’s back he’s jumping to insulting others with you, and the two of you start tag-teaming your (not so) innocent teammates.

"Go play fortnite" may or may not have been used, along with the classic "step on Legos."

“Wait, I’ve got this one, I’ve got it!” Tommy exclaims, and the sounds of him frantically typing can be heard over your call.

“Make it good, come on.” You urge.

“I’m typing! I’m typing!”

The second his typing noises stop, a message appears in chat for all players to see. “I’m about to build a bible and pray for better teammates” it reads.

There’s a moment of silence over the call before the both of you burst into loud laughter.

The two of you can’t be toxic together for long though, because by the end of one match you’re both laughing too hard to think.

Dream

Dream’s a lot like Tommy, definitely.

Laughing, a bit of surprise.

But years of Sapnap have prepared him for his toxic arc, he’s been secretly keeping his toxicity inside the entire game.

He barely needs a moment to read over your chat messages before sending his own, each getting more and more outlandish.

Let’s be honest, he’s trying to impress you with his creative insults that just barely manage to bypass the chat filter.

And let’s not get started when the other team is toxic back, your voice call quickly becomes shouts of wounded egos.

“They called you an idiot sandwich!” You yell, catching the message before Dream does.

“Who the fuck are they?! GORDAN FUCKING RAMSEY?!” He yells right back. “We have to kill them now. We HAVE to.”

“I’ll do it, they’re so bad that I can beat them with my eyes closed.”

And, true to your word, you kill them nearly instantly when the next round starts. Dream cheers you on the entire way before he dies.

Needless to say that the person who killed him starts the cycle again.

If either of you goes too far though, Dream would pull back and insist on finding a better game.

He's not looking to get banned, how else can the two of you be toxic again later?

Sapnap

This is the KING of toxicity

Okay, maybe not king, but Sapnap can be toxic when he wants to be.

He doesn’t need any time, not even a breath, before he’s down in the trenches with you, flying insults at the other team.

There’s a little bit of laughter, but creative toxicity is serious business between the two of you.

The call is full of yelling, and conferencing on the best insult to send at the other players.

While you are avoiding the swear-blocker and any chance of being reported, Sapnap simply does not give a fuck.

It barely takes five minutes before he’s kicked out of the game for his insults, leaving you alone.

You’re both so surprised at the suddenness of it that the call goes completely silent.

"...huh." You say after watching his icon vanish and a message appears showing he was taken out.

"I got- I was- I'm on a penalty." Sapnap groans, and you can imagine him slouching down in his chair.

After another moment you speak up again. "What do you think did it? Which message? The anteater one? The rotten milk one?"

"No fucking way, it was when I said I was going to pay them to delete their account." He laughs.

"I stand by that you should've done it."

You make sure to win the game for him, but not without one last message.

"Game so easy it might have been the tutorial."

Wilbur

Wilbur, oh Wilbur, he is afraid of the ban hammer.

When you start sending messages he finds it funny, but he doesn't join in. He doesn't tell you to stop, either, so it's a win for you and you keep going.

After a minute or so he'll join in, but only verbally in the call between you two.

Soon enough you're stealing his insults to send, and the reaction from others prompts the both of you to create new ones.

They aren't ever directly mean, either, which makes them so much better.

"Even your imaginary pets are ashamed of you :("

After a while the layers of the insults get so deep they're just a confusing mess to people who aren't you two.

And it's still the funniest thing in the world.

The other team is aware it's an insult, but they can't figure out how, meaning you can say whatever you want and not get reported.

"Here's one, they shoot worse than Hamilton." Wilbur suggests, and you quickly type it up.

"We're the Burr to their Hamilton." You laugh.

Wilbur dies seconds later, groaning. "My backup was a glob of snot, please inform them of that."

Hell if you have any idea what that means, but off it goes for his backup to figure out. This was the most fun you've had playing a game, your face starting to hurt from how hard you're grinning.

Most of the insults he inputs tend to be history related: "Someone is putting this game into their resume for the United Nations", and "he's roleplaying as JFK."

The insults are creative enough that they stick for days afterward, and the two of you exchange them in the company of others, leaving them all confused.

#mcyt #dsmp #mcyt imagine #dream x you #dream x reader #tommyinnit x reader #dream mcyt #dream #tommyinnit #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you

[notadsmpblog]

I think this will be my last ever post about this situation on this account unless something brand new and wonderous (/s) happens, but stop acting like people should have seen the signs all along lmao?

Analyze his music and how he left warnings and hints all you want, but don't act like this was something that everyone should have seen coming. No offence but encouraging people to take every single song ever made at face value on the off-chance that the song is actually meant to be taken at face value is crazy. Ntm you guys are reading into things way more than necessary (E-girl Trilogy was just Wilbur making songs and capitalizing off of jokes about simps and Delphine fans, face it)

Also, it feels kind of off-putting because it does feel in the same territory as victim-blaming? I'm saying this as an emotional abuse victim myself btw. Telling people that it was there all along and that if they just tried hard enough they would know... You're seriously setting people up for failure in the future when it comes to these things

I'm not saying that Wilbur's fanbase is a victim of him, that's going a step too far I'd imagine. It's just that doing this sort of thing encourages other fans (who, again face it, are mostly comprised of impressionable teens) to either gain trust issues or be blindly trustful of others because CLEARLY they know better now and can see problems from a mile away

This is a long stupid post I know, but I'm tired of seeing dumbass posts on every single damn social media app about how Your New Boyfriend is "Wilbur's true self and he was telling us all along and we're dumb for not getting it."

#wilbur soot #fuck wilbur soot #// abuse #abuse #tw abuse #abuse tw #There's also problems with how you guys are treating this shit in general #Way too many of you are comfortable with comparing this to the Reynolds Pamphlet and it's getting on my nerves #But these kinds of posts is what got Quackifi harrassed off of Twitter #And though I think I have tough skin I also know that Fi thought they had tough skin too and STILLLL got bullied off of there so #No ty!

[maarriiii]

Comfort | Wilbur Soot

A/N: It’s weird how i can finish this in a day yet I can’t finish the date part of Simp. As promised, here’s a new wilbur fic to make up for it. Hope you guys enjoy

Summary: Wilbur comes homes and comforts you

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader

Warning(s): I think the over usage of the word “love” as pet name lol

my masterlist :)) 

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When wilbur walked inside your shared flat after a day in the studio with his fellow band members all he could think about was finally relaxing with you, cuddling and holding you until the two of you fell into a sweet, preferably long slumber. Fortunately, he did in fact see you, sitting on the sofa dressed in your sleeping clothes that consisted of his old shirt and your pajamas pants. Wilbur thought you look very cuddly and warm and inviting and beautiful. He wondered how on earth he got so lucky to be able to come home to you instead of his usual empty flat. But, what got him frowning and worried was the look on your face. You had your phone on your hand, the light illuminating your face in the semi dark room. Your face was flat, almost tired and bored. When you saw him, it almost as if you were relief that he was back.

"Hi, love. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I think."

Immediately, Wilbur put down his guitar case by the door, took off his shoes, and made his way towards you. The moment he sat down, you gravitate towards him, seeking comfort in his arms. Your phone immediately put aside and forgotten. Wilbur wrapped his arms around your body, leaning his head on top of yours and caressing your arms. He could feel you slowly relaxing, slowly breathing, and it made him feel happy that he could help you feel better. For awhile, the two of you just sat there without words being exchanged, embraced in each others arms until you broke the silence.

"You smell really nice," You said, voice muffled.

Wilbur smiled, then smelled your hair. "You smell really nice too."

A muffled laugh left your lips.

Wilbur asked again. "Are you okay?"

He felt you move, pulling away just slightly so your face was no longer buried in his chest and instead looking up at him. You still looked tired, but you looked a little more lively than before. You flashed him a small smile, the action made Wilbur's heart fluttered.

"I'm better now that you're here."

"Do you wanna talk about it?

You sighed. "It's just my friend ranting about her boyfriend. Again."

Wilbur nodded for you to continue.

"It's just that it's very clear that she's not happy in the relationship anymore since he doesn't give her the fucking time of day. I don't know what else to say her. I've told her constantly that she should just leave him since she's miserable but she won't listen to me. I keep wanting to grab her shoulders and shake her until she realized that he's a piece of shit!"

"Can i see the text?"

You pulled away from Wilbur to fetch your phone before handing it to him. Once he held the phone, you return back to his arms, your head leaning on his chest. He smiled at the sight of you but it disappeared as soon as it appeared when he saw the text between you and your friend. Multiple of long paragraphs in a row filled your screen with the occasional short comments from you, voicing your agreement and comforting your friend. No wonder you looked the way you did when he got back.

"God," Wilbur mumbled.

You sighed. "Yeah."

"Love, you know you could just—i don't know, take a break right? She's practically dumping all her issue on you. Besides, it's pretty late now. You should get some sleep."

"I want to do that as much as you want me to, Will. But, she's my friend, my best friend even. If not me, who else is she gonna talk to?"

He sighed. "y/n, you're not going to be much of a help either if you're tired."

"But—wait, Will, what are you doing?"

Wilbur typed in on your phone, apologizing for cutting the conversation short because you wanted to tuck in for the night as if he was you. He didn't wait for a reply, only the confirmation that the message sent before turning off your phone and putting it on the coffee table. He watched you watched him with wide eyes and mouth opened. For a moment, Wilbur thought you were going to be upset at him but really, you were just more shocked than you were angry.

"Did you just—"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"What did she say? Did she say anything?"

Wilbur shrugged. "I don't know. I turned your phone off the moment the text was sent."

Your eyes turned wider and if it was possible, it would probably fall out of its sockets.

"Why did you do that?" You shrieked. "What if she thinks i blew her off? She could be mad at me. She could—"

Suddenly, Wilbur gently held your face in his hands, as if you were a precious being—and you were to him. He looked at you softly whilst caressing your cheek with guitar string scarred hands. Wilbur loved everything that is about you, especially your kindness. But, sometimesyou put other people first at the expense of yourself—something he noticed a couple of months into dating you—and Wilbur was scared that it would take a toll on you sooner or later.

"If she's really your friend, she would understand. You're tired, mentally and physically. You need to sleep."

He noticed that you were about to open your mouth to reason with him again but before you could, Wilbur plant his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle and soft and warm and every good adjectives that exist. When Wilbur pulled away, he didn't steer far from your lovely lips. His lips brushed against yours and the contact drives him crazy. He could never get tired of your lips, every kiss just leaves him wanting for more.

"We should sleep, love," He whispered ever so quietly.

Your nose grazed his, eyes still closed. "Okay."

"Okay."

Wilbur kissed you again before standing up from the couch, took your hand, and lead you to your shared bedroom before closing the door and retreating to his comfort place with you in his arms.

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#wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader

[darubyprincx]

SCENE: A vaguely defined white room in the middle of which sits a white circle with a navy blue line drawn In the middle. WILBUR SOOT walks in from one side, JOE HILLS from the other.

[-=-]

WILBUR SOOT: Hello there, Joe.

JOE HILLS: Howdy, Wilbur!

WILBUR SOOT: While I may not know exactly where this is, I do know what we're here for, though I must admit the premuse still perplexes me greatly.

JOE HILLS: Well, I think that's sorta the point. No fun if you understand it entirely.

[WILBUR SOOT summon s a chair from thin air and sits down in it casually.]

WILBUR: Since you appear to have a better grasp on the situation than I, would you be so kind as to explain in greater detail what we're dealing with here?

[JOE HILLS at sits on the ground.]

JOE: I'd be happy to.

WILBUR: Go on, then.

JOE: Well, you see, this isn't a normal sexyman contest. With normal ones, you vote based on how attractive the person is based on societal standards. This, meanwhile, is a Tumblr sexyman poll, which means the general goal here is to be the exact opposite. The criteria are vague, but generally people are rooting for the people that are weird, strange, cryptic, and generally off-putting.

WILBUR SOOT (leaning forwards in chair): Strange, hm? I can be strange. I can be odd. I obviously wouldn't be here if Iwasn't. Tell me, Joe, do any of us truly understand these odd game we've both been hurled into? The votes are piling up now. The people want to know.

JOE HILLS (checking phone): Indeed they do.

WILBUR SOOT: The flames are piling higher, do you smell them? Do you recognize that scent? It's the scent of bridges burning, Joe, all we've took to get here. This is a very odd competition, but nevertheless one I intend to win.

[WILBUR SOOT stands up and draws a rapier.]

WILBUR SOOT: So, let's have at It then. May the best man win.

JOE HILLS (looking up from phone): What? Oh, no, I don't fight with swords. [He puts her phone in his pocket and stands up as well.]

WILBUR SOOT: So you brought only your fists to a swordfight? Strange. I would have expected a man with who had gotten this far to at least come brandishing some sort of weapon.

JOE HILLS: Oh no, not like that. Actually, I hope you brought some snacks. We might be here a while.

WILBUR SOOT: What?

JOE HILLS: You said It yourself, Wilbur. The people decide. And I didn't come here to win a fight, just have fun.

WILBUR SOOT: Then what is all this for? Did I travel all this way, taste the gravel of Hell itself for nothing?

JOE HILLS (sitting back down): Nope. In fact, you can just get some sleep for the next 24 hours. You look like you need It.

WILBUR SOOT (disgusted/insulted): What, you want me to sit on my arse for the next 24 hours and do nothing?

JOE HILLS: Don't worry, I planned for this exact situation. (takes out an Uno deck from their myriad pockets) Uno match, best of23?

WILBUR SOOT (visibly scared): You're insane, aren't you.

JOE HILLS: Well, I like to think of myself rather as just weird. It's fine if you don't want to play. I'll be on Tumblr campaigning for myself to win.

WILBUR SOOT: what?

JOE HILLS: Do you not have Tumblr?

WILBUR SOOT: Twitter either. That's unfair.

JOE HILLS: Well, you brought a sword, so I'd say we're even. (END)

[-=-]

#mcyt #joe hills #wilbur soot #mcytblr sexyman poll #mcytblr sexyman polls #ray's tag #keys' art #writing #i wrote this at 9pm last night on our typewriter because this exact scene popped into my head fully formed and would NOT LEAVE

[mysticalsoot]

he said he'd cure your ills (but he did and he always will)

A/N; i wrote this in like an hour which is entirely a record for me lmao. there will be an alt vers posted tomorrow!! i’ll also post an intro and masterlist later!!

TW// manipulation, cheating, swearing, Wilbur is a bitch, it gets worse before it gets better sorry, fluff at the end I promise, partial derealization??, most of it is a nightmare.

Words; 2,004

Pairings; cc!Wilbur x Reader

Pronouns; Not mentioned, one use of y/n

Inspired by;  The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Bittersweet angst version here

masterlist

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"Wilbur," You begin, voice trembling and caked in uncertainty, "Don't go. You can't."

"Why can't I? I have free will," Wilbur's tone is sharp like claws that slowly pick at the flesh around your heart, begging to rip it from your chest. And you're sure it will. His arms are flayed out, stretched out on either side of him. The same way they always are when he's angry. "Who's to stop me from leaving your pathetic excuse of a person?"

"You don't mean that.." Your voice gives out at the end, and you back up from him and into the wall. You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to call him names.

Yell at him the way he's been doing to you.

Threaten him in the same ways, only worse and more tortuous than he could ever come up with.

But he's right.

You're pathetic, and so you curl up inside yourself, you freeze, and you die inside. You're rotting from the outside in. You're rotting, and isn't it his fault?

"I mean every word." His words come out slowly, it's calculated, the way he says it. It's like he really does mean to hurt you, that every word is a swing of the sword he's wielded for months. Slowly getting duller as each swing cuts deeper.

First, it was the distance; he stopped being as affectionate in public or at home. He no longer asked for it either, he just let you initiate it as if it was a chore he'd rather forget about for months on end. But you let it go, he was probably just tired!

And then it was the phone calls; his phone would ring and he would leave the room. He always said it was "work" stuff, but you knew the people he worked with and you were even friends with his manager, let alone his bandmates. But you let that slide too. Who knows, maybe it was a secret project! It's not that concerning..

The last straw was your friends. They were his as well, but they were just as much yours as they were his.

They were the ones that caught him. Up until this point you had been willingly oblivious, always pushing the gut feelings and the second thoughts as far away from you as possible and burying them six feet in the ground.

Wilbur was out during the day, he had gone to the beach that day (although he told you he went to the studio), to meet up with them. James was walking past the boardwalk that afternoon and he saw the tall man over by the water, out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was odd given the fact that Wil almost never went to the beach without you. So, he moved to a closer spot and hid far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed by his friend but close enough he could still see. It was deceptive and over the top, yes, but James was always one for theatrics.

He watched as Wilbur had gotten closer to the person he was with, holding their face the same way he watched him hold yours. He smiled at them the same way he smiled at you. But this person, they were the complete opposite of you and it made James' blood boil. He knew that you had no knowledge of this person because if you had known, he would have known. And he was in the dark, so you must be too.

And unfortunately, he was right. He went to the others first, the band, Alex, Tommy, Niki.. He covered all the bases for your closest friends and gathered them all together for dinner and game night at his place. And so, James told them everything, everything he saw or heard; the fact you probably didn't know.

They hatched a plan that night, after discussing all of the details, and their own suspicions. The plan was simple, they would stage an intervention. When worded like that, it sounds as if they pushed you into it. They didn't, the words they used were this; we found something out and we think you should know, but we have to tell you in person; and don't bring Wilbur.

It caught you off guard for sure and it filled your body with buzzing worry and nausea. But it subsided when you had gotten to the agreed apartment (Niki's), only to build again when you saw the expressions on their faces. Ones of grief, guilt, and pain.

They told you everything.

And then you went home (after plenty of comforting until you were semi-stable again), and you told Wilbur. You knew. There was no getting past you anymore. The secret was out.

And now you're here. He's making it out to be your fault and you so desperately want to believe it's not, but his arguments are more compelling and convincing than you thought.

"You, Y/N, have always been a nuisance. You're clingy, and possessive, you talk too much and you never know when to stop. It's always Wilbur this and Wilbur that. You never give me a break. You're overbearing, you're controlling. And I hate every fucking bit of your shit existence!" It hurts so bad to hear every word he says and know that he means it. The ache in your chest feels like a throbbing and if you didn't know better you would've assumed your heart had been ripped out and shredded over and over and over again, the hole in your chest then gushing blood from the half-assed job of heart surgery. All done by the sharpness of Wilbur's words.

God, you wished this was just a dream.

"If I'm such a nuisance, why have you stayed?" You ask, tears burning the skin of your red cheeks. The bags under your eyes are more prominent now than ever, it's the exhaustion from life combined with the stress of...this.

"Because I pitied you," He pauses, eyes narrowing before stepping forward, closer to you, "I never loved you."

You wish this was a dream, it has to be. He's not this cruel, it can't be him.

"What about the promises you made? Did those mean nothing to you?" You're begging him to spare your heart now, to not rip into it in the same way he ripped it from your chest. Your tone simply begs; please spare me, Wilbur, please.

"I never meant a word."

You feel yourself fade from reality, the sight of his anger-ridden red face fades into darkness, your surroundings going with it.

And then your body is frozen. Everything is black and you're crying, you can feel the wetness on your skin, somehow chilling you whilst burning you at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hey.." A soft voice speaks, it's muffled and you can barely make it out, but it's familiar; comforting.

You want to say something but your throat is locked, it's just as frozen as the rest of you, and you can't speak.

"It's okay, it's just a dream." The voice speaks again, and your brain subsides the fog previously inhabiting it and you remember. It's Wil.

Your eyes shoot open, his arms are wrapped around you, your head resting on his shoulder with his chin resting on the top of your head.

You shake your head, "No, no," you sniffle, grabbing onto the t-shirt he slept in, a simple white Los Campesinos! shirt, "it's not okay, it's not okay." The fabric entirely muffles your words on his shoulder but he can hear, he can make it out.

He pulls you closer to him, arms holding you in a tighter grasp. The feeling is warm, fuzzy, and good.

"Love, you're okay. I promise it's not real. This is real, I'm real, you're real." Wilbur rests his cheek against yours, the warmth of his touch enveloping you in a care you'd almost forgotten could exist.

You open your mouth to argue, but find yourself without words yet again, you simply whimper as you cry into his shoulder, soaking it in tears. He traces circles on your back as he whispers to you all of the things you didn't know you needed. He's warm, he's loving, and he's nothing like the nightmare Wilbur.

Moments pass until you've cried all the tears you could, and you pull away from his shoulder to look at him, adjusting yourself to sit in his lap facing him, rather than laying across his lap like before. The circles under his eyes are darker, and his hair, albeit longer than usual, is fluffed up and sticking up in every direction. He looks tired and worn, but his eyes hold the same concern and worry he has whenever you're upset.

He reaches his hands out to you, palms up and hovering in front of you. You take his hands in yours, holding on tightly, hoping and praying this isn't a dream either and you can stay. You desperately hope this is real. You want it to be real.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, head dipping slightly to meet your eye level, he's still taller than you even when sitting.

You weigh the options, if you told him, he would console you most likely. Or something would click and he would act in the same way he did in the nightmare, irritable and cold. Cut off from you. Was the risk worth it?

On the other hand, if you lied or perhaps omitted details, he may move on and the risk of him mimicking that same behavior is tremendously less likely.

You choose to tell him, there's a risk to it but what could it hurt?

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, "You cheated on me." You open your right eye a bit, just enough to gauge his reaction.

He looks to you expectantly, knowing there's more and so he waits patiently. You let go of his hands and move forward towards him again, wrapping your arms around his middle and your face pressing up against his chest. You can hear Wilbur's heartbeat, a pitter-patter against his ribcage.

"It was a long dream. James caught you and he told our friends and then they told me. Everyone else suspected it but didn't want to believe it until they had gotten proof. I didn't know until then. I went home and I told you that I knew and you-" You pause, voice wavering in fear. "You blew up on me. You told me you never loved me and told me all the things you hated about me." A single tear runs down your cheek, and you nuzzle further into him, your hands gripping the back of his shirt. "You said you never meant the promise we made. You didn't mean it."

After you finish, you stay silent, and so does he. His breathing becomes uneven and before you know it, he's crying too. You lift your head up to face him again, your hands rest on his cheeks and you wipe away the tears on his face with your thumbs.

"I would never, ever, do something like that." He mutters, his arms tightening their grip on you, pulling you closer.

You nod, "I know. But it was still scary."

He nods back, and then places a kiss on your forehead, "I'm sorry, Wil." You whisper, your arms leaving his back to wrap around his neck.

"It's not your fault, my love. We all have fucked up nightmares like that from time to time. I promise."

It's a simple promise, a promise that you're not alone and that he too has dealt with similar things. And despite the turmoil of the dream, you're glad you're awake and no longer in that hellish world.

You're home, and home is him.

Wilbur said he'd cure all of your ills, but he did and he always will.

Wilbur is yours and you are his. And you couldn't be happier.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #angst #fluff #dsmp #dsmp wilbur

[mathanlin]

Foster AU where foster kid!Techno babysits Phil Watson’s kids.

It starts as a side job, one to help pay his actual foster parents. And then it becomes something else entirely:

Trying to get Phil to foster.

Specifically, to foster Techno.

Techno’s subtle about it, of course.

Phil doesn’t know he’s a foster kid, and Techno intends to keep it that way. If Phil knew…

Maybe it’s stupid, but a part of Techno believes maybe Phil’s love wouldn’t come so easily, then.

That maybe he’d want Techno less.

“You’re great with them.” Phil smiles as Techno steps into the kitchen, Wilbur & Tommy giggling in the other room.

“They’re great,” Techno says.

It’s not a lie. He adores them, adores Phil.

It’s how he finds the courage to say, “You… ever wanted another kid?”

(Have you ever wanted me?)

Phil hums idly, digging right into Techno’s heart. “I don’t know. Maybe.” He laughs, glancing at Techno before turning back to his work. “I can’t exactly get one, mate—”

“You could foster.”

Like that, the seed is planted.

Techno practically sobs with joy when he leaves that day — and sees Phil’s computer open to a site about foster licenses.

From there? It’s only a matter of planting more ideas.

And making himself seem like the perfect candidate.

He drops flyers on Phil’s doorstep, before cooking lunch for Wilbur & Tommy. Helps them with homework, then sneakily signs Phil’s email up for foster-related tips.

It works, for a while.

But not long enough.

“Have you thought about that… thing?” Techno says, after tucking the kids into bed. “…fostering?”

Phil sighs. “I’ve kinda got my hands full with my kids, mate—”

“I’ll take care of them,” Techno interrupts, though his gut lurches at the disrespect. “I— I already do, right?”

“That’s not your job,” Phil says, frowning.

It— it is, Techno’s mind cries. That’s all it is. That’s the problem.

But he just says, “Then— let me know if I can help?”

“Not tonight, Tech. It’s late.” Phil glances at him, smile soft enough to dull his next words. “Go home.”

From there, it only goes downhill.

Techno finds the flyers kicked to the side, the emails in Phil’s trash. Wilbur & Tommy notice Techno’s tearful lack of energy, whining when he doesn’t play with them.

And then, in a final twist of bad luck—

Phil meets Techno’s foster dad.

“Techno!”

Techno freezes, groceries slipping from his arms. His foster dad grunts, nearly running the cart into him.

But that’s only a little less terrifying than Phil’s beaming face, Wilbur & Tommy at his side.

Phil turns to his foster dad, holding out a hand. “Your son’s an incredible young man. Never met a better kid,” he says, beaming.

Techno’s heart stutters, daring to swell with warmth—

“He’s not my son.”

Whatever’s said next, Techno doesn’t hear it, staring at the floor & trying not to tremble in shame.

But he can still feel Phil’s eyes drilling into him. Can still see Tommy swaying anxiously, clutching his real brother’s hand.

And when his foster dad nudges him sharply, Techno can force himself to walk away from them. Run, almost.

Because Phil knows, now. That Techno’s lied, even manipulated him.

That he’s not wanted by his current foster dad.

So Phil himself shouldn’t want him, either.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #technoblade #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot

[dr3amofagame]

my lore brain is all scrambled from my unironic 'c!wilbur did nothing wrong' phase and this was something i never got (but now i am seeing the light of c!dreambur), but why do you think dream wanted to revive wilbur in prison? was it just a threat, or did he actually have reason to rely on wilbur? i'm behind on the dreblr analysis of this 😭

this won't be the best answer 😅 but i think it's important to remember that when c!dream was making the decision to revive c!wilbur, he was in a very very desperate place. this was about a month of daily torture because of c!Quackity, a few months of solitary confinement in horrid conditions. the actual decision was made very quickly, and he pivots from at first holding ghostbur hostage to try and get himself some leverage (because well he's very noticeably lacking in any leverage whatsoever in the prison, sam VERY literally owns him) to reviving ghostbur when he realizes that no one's going to budge.

as far as what he was expecting, well. having c!wilbur back, from his pov, was definitely a plus compared to just ghostbur being around. c!wilbur, before he died, was in an active allyship with c!dream. one of c!wilbur's last words is how proud he is of c!dream for carrying out his part of the plan. c!dream quotes c!wilbur multiple times, down to referencing the unfinished symphony, over the course of his actions post-nov 16th to his imprisonment. without many options in a literal torture box, having c!wilbur around as a potential ally was better than nothing. so i'd say that's part of what's the easiest stuff to quantify--c!wilbur was someone that dream worked with, there were never any betrayals on either side after they started working together post-vassal, and c!Dream would've revived c!Wilbur from death--something he reasonably might've expected to earn him favor from c!Wilbur

but of course, there are things that are. worth questioning, about this reliance! why the hell was c!dream expecting c!wilbur specifically to have any success in breaking into a max security prison when this guy has like zero gear to his name and like, even if he DID, no combat skills to actually fight? what abt the ways that c!dream and c!wilbur talk about their dynamic (especially post-revival), and what does it mean for the two of them? why was c!dream listening to c!wilbur in inconsolable differences? and while i have my uh c!dreambur demons (out of the c!dreamburians ik im probably the most c!wilbur negpilled, sorry anon) but i definitely encourage you to consider some of these questions for yourself :] bc believe me these two are WEIRD abt each other

#my asks !! #the possessive is always a loaded word with c!wilbur. just a reminder

[nobodywritingao3]

Cold Love

masterpost

Wilbur is a dragon, his most wellkept secret. Tommy finds out so he brings him back to his hoard in the mountains.

CW: - vore

title taken from Cold Love by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

word count: 1.7k 🐉 read it on AO3

"Let me go," Tommy spits out. Despite his aggression, there's a fearful, panicky air about him that sends pangs into Wilbur's chest.

"Toms, come on. You know me - you know I'd never hurt you." He wrestles him into the ground, easily pinning him to the dirt without having to exert real effort.

Tommy's arms shake from the effort of trying to fight him off. Wilbur is almost relaxed above him, a slight frown on his face as he easily presses the boy down. The more he tries to fight and the more he sees how futile it is, the more his hostility slips into abject terror.

"Wilbur, please." His voice cracks and he starts to go limp. He blinks back tears. "I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe, just let me go. I'll disappear, and you'll never hear from me again."

No. No, he doesn't want that at all -

And something must show on his face too, because Tommy's eyes widen at his reaction, and he starts to writhe again, sobs building in his chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't - I didn't - "

"Hush."

He falls dead silent, tears still streaming down the sides of his face.

"You're fine," Wilbur murmurs to him, trying to imbue his words with as much love as he can. "Everything's going to be fine, okay?"

He starts to stand, pulling Tommy up with him as he goes.

He's tense in his arms, but Wilbur remains gentle.

As soon as they're both standing up, Tommy lurches away from him, but he's not fast enough.

Wilbur pulls him close, his arms still loose around Tommy. "Were you trying to catch me off guard?"

Tommy is sobbing and yelling and hitting at his chest, but he doesn't react.

"I... what are you doing? You - you know I'm much stronger than humans, sweetheart, you've got to stop fighting me."

He breaks down in his arms and tries to fall to the ground, but Wilbur catches him and holds, staring at him in puzzlement.

"How do I make this better?" He asks, almost blankly.

Tommy is still crying. "You - you ate the mayor," he whimpers. "You burned half the village to the ground. You burned the orphanage to the ground. You killed Phil and Tech - "

Wilbur swallows a lump in his throat and shoves down rising feelings of guilt. "I did what I had to do. I ate the mayor, I destroyed your village, including the orphanage. But how else could I get you?" He brushes a strand of hair from Tommy's eyes. "All that paperwork... it's easier if they think you perished in the fire. And for the record - " he conspiratorially winks at Tommy, trying to get humor him, "Phil and Techno are just fine."

He doesn't wait for a response, closing his eyes and starting to shift. He pays extra mind to Tommy's position in his arms. The change is done in seconds, and when he opens his eyes again, Tommy's just a tiny little thing lying between his clawed paws.

"Treasure," he purrs irreverently. "My little human - let's get you taken care of, yeah?"

Tommy stares up at him with wide eyes, completely frozen on the ground.

Wilbur wastes no time in leaning down and swallowing Tommy. He screams and kicks as he goes down the throat, but Wilbur's body was designed to eat live prey. Functionally speaking at least, Tommy is no different from the deer or tigers or knights he regularly eats.

He hums contentedly as Tommy settles into his brood pouch. It's padded out so he can be rough as he wants in there and it won't hurt either of them (and let it be said that he is trying very hard to hurt Wilbur).

"You're safe now, Tommy. Let's get you back to the rest of my hoard." He purrs again, a burst of delight in his chest. "I've waited so long to get you with the rest of my collection. Bit of a shame that you found out this way, but I'm a little glad too. I was going to reveal myself in a few months, but now I don't have to wait."

He spreads his wings and takes flight towards the treacherous mountains. Only the royals' finest knights could traverse the landscape, and even then, they were so tired and cold from the trip that their hands could barely grip the hilts of their swords.

He lands in the entrance and strides in. Techno and Phil sit idly on a pile of gold coins, chatting away, but as soon as their eyes land on him, they avert their gazes and seem to wilt. He's learned not to take it to heart - they've gotten better about managing their fear of him in the past few months since he added them to his hoard, and he's sure that as the years progress, all three of his humans will come around again.

He leans over Techno and Phil and opens his mouth up, finding it just the teeniest bit funny when they flinch back and start to plead with him not eat them. He brings out Tommy, letting the boy gently fall onto the two men below.

He sits back and admires them, a happy sound growing in the back of his throat.

"Finally," he says dreamily, "I have all three of you."

He shifts back into his human form and saunters up to them, ignoring how Tommy flinches backwards into Techno and Phil.

Phil pulls Tommy into his arms and starts to soothingly rub circles into his shoulder. "Wilbur, you're scaring him."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "You were scared too, in the beginning. He'll get over it soon - you all will - and then you'll be a proper part of my hoard."

Phil and Technoblade share a glance that he doesn't bother to decipher.

"Your hoard... what does that mean?" Techno asks slowly.

Wilbur grins brightly at him. "My collection! My treasure - it means you're mine now."

Tommy stares at him slack-jawed.

"Why us?" It seems like it slips out of Phil's mouth, something he says before he has a chance to apply a filter. But Wilbur doesn't mind answering.

"Techno is my twin, Tommy is my little brother, and you're my father." Those are all the human words for the familial terms, so they should understand.

Phil bites his lip. "Wil... we love you, but you can't - "

"I can do whatever I want," he cuts in, his voice edged with aggression.

Phil falls silent.

Wilbur smiles at him again. "Do you have anymore questions?"

Techno awkwardly coughs. "I hate to be the bearer of the obvious, but humans don't live as long as dragons. We're a lot less hearty, and you've stationed us on Dead Man's Hill. Because that's the name of this mountain, Wilbur - Dead Man's Hill. Are you sure you don't want to take us somewhere else?"

He feels his expression darken. "That won't be an issue. You're my hoard now. Which means your life force is tied to mine, and all three of your aging processes have stopped. If I'm to die - if - then you'll begin to age again." He turns a steely eye to Techno's. "And we will leave this mountain. But only when I know you won't try to do something silly, like leave me."

Techno nods, avoiding his eyes. "Sounds good."

"It does, doesn't it?" He agrees happily. "Now that I've taken Tommy, my collection is complete."

"Sorry - sorry, what the fuck?" Tommy chimes in, finally having found his voice.

Techno lowers his voice and says into his ear, "Wilbur is a dragon and he's keeping us now."

Tommy stares at him. "I thought you were fucking dead."

"Mm, me too," he says dryly. "But I'm not. I'm just the adopted twin brother of a dragon."

"Did you know?!" Tommy asks, sitting up and stumbling away from them.

Wilbur watches him curiously, fondly noting as he tips backward into a stack of gold coins.

"Did they know what?"

"What do you - what do you fucking think, Wilbur?!" He screeches.

Wilbur smiles, and lets himself shift again. Tommy flinches away as he approaches but he doesn't mind, picking him up in his mouth and plopping him back down next to Phil and Techno.

"They didn't know," he says soothingly, gazing down at them. He curls his tail loosely around their little group, forming a protective barrier. Or a cage.

Techno slides an arm around Tommy's shoulders. "Trust me," he murmurs, "if we had known, we never would have let you - " he cuts himself off, seeming to stiffen as his eyes nervously dart up to Wilbur. "We didn't know," he concedes.

Wilbur laughs lightly. "Can you imagine if you had? You never would have been my friend! And Phil never would have taken both of us in. I had to lie."

There's a look on Phil's face that he can't decipher. "Wilbur... I would have. Of course I would have," he says gently. His words carry weight, but the meaning behind it is unidentifiable to Wilbur.

"No," he says simply. "So it's a good thing I lied. Because the years passed and you realized how much you loved me, and now that you know I'm a dragon, you won't leave."

A sharp wave of paranoid insecurity strikes through his chest. "I don't think you'll leave," he mutters in afterthought, his tail slightly tensing around them.

Technoblade looks conflicted. "We love you for you, your being a dragon doesn't change that."

Wilbur frowns down at him, puffing a plume of smoke out. "Why are you saying that?"

"What - what do you mean?"

"We aren't leaving this mountain, Techno. I'm not that stupid."

A look of surprise crosses his face. He's a good actor, Wilbur decides. "I wasn't saying that to trick you, we do love - "

"I know you do!" Wilbur sharply cuts in. "Because I spent years bonding with you as a human. And now that you know I'm a dragon, it doesn't matter!" He gives them a smile with his large, sharp teeth. He ignores how forced it feels. He ignores how it feels like he's trying to convince himself more than them.

Phil looks at him with a pained expression. "Mate - "

"You're a little scared right now, but that's fine," he purrs, cutting him off. "We have the rest of time for you to love me like you used to. You weren't supposed to find out, but you have, and that's fine. I'll just keep you here. I'll just keep you here, and we can be a proper family."

He nuzzles the three of them with his snout, ignoring how they flinch away from him. "I love you!" he exclaims. "And you love me. So everything is fine. It's fine."

~ ~ ~

🏷️: @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @flowers-of-plenty @gracideaviolet

hope you enjoyed :3

#rose writes #tiny!phil #giant!wilbur #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #shapeshifter!wilbur #sizeshifter!wilbur #mcyt fanfic #adoption #angst #fluff #fantasy au #dragon!wilbur #cold love (fanfic) #tiny!techno #cw vore #tiny!tommy

[if-you-feel-lonely]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write hcs about wilbur soot falling in love with and eventually dating a shy baker girl? like, she's super sweet and shy and isn't super loud or outgoing and she just kinda likes to do her own thing and bake sweets?

aaaaaaaaa this took me ages to get to but hey, better late than never!

I did assume this was cc!wilbur since you didn't specify, so I went with this. do correct me if I'm wrong, though! I love this prompt, so I'll happily redo it :>

Wilbur Soot falling in love with the sweet baker girl!

Oh my god when he saw you

He physically went 😳

It starts with him coming in every day

He literally has no reason to come in as often as he does, he doesn't have a sense of taste

It's not the pastries he comes for, though

It's the baker behind the counter that's even more sweet than her treats

Sooner or later, the daily visits turn into flirting

Well, him dancing on the line between flirting and joking whilst you listen and laugh

And later on, it blossoms into friendship. Well, what friendship you can see for seeing each other for maybe half an hour every day.

In a burst of confidence, you finally managed to respond to his hopeless flirting

"Do you have an extra heart? Because someone just stole mine." "Heart transplants? Already? At least take me to dinner first." "Happily. How does dinner at my flat sound? Maybe half six tonight?" "Sounds like a plan." "Great. Pick you up here?" "Sounds good!"

You know that clip from the "Wrong Number" comedy skip where the comedian suddenly sighs and says, "OH MY GOD THAT WORKED."?

That.

Both of you.

He seriously didn't expect you to respond like that. Not that he's complaining, though!

That evening, you go to his flat

Upon seeing his guitar, you start asking various questions about if he plays and what songs he plays - that sort of thing

Something between the two of you starts to click, and you both notice

Without realising, you start going on more and more dates

It starts off as once a month, then maybe every two weeks, then every wednesday evening, and then lunch at yours every friday afternoon

It's not something that you really discuss, it just happens

The fact that he has a girlfriend only really sinks in when he's discussing relationships with Tommy on stream

"Wilbur, how many dates have you been on recently? Are you getting many women?"

"Actually, I've been on quite few, recently."

"Getting all them hoes, eh?"

"Jesus Christ, don't say that to anyone, please. It's been with the same person; we've been going out for a while now."

He never goes any further than that, though

Chat knows he has a girlfriend, but they don't know much more than that

He wants you to have privacy, and broadcasting you across the internet is not the way to go about that

He might talk about your dates or the things you do together, but other than that, he tries to avoid talking about you while streaming

ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOTE-

He's very shocked to discover that you're genuinely just that nice

He always assumed it was one of those things where you act differently around strangers, but when you warm up to them, that changes

But no

You're just an absolute sweetheart!

Occasionally you might have days where, after a long day of work, you don't want to go out

On those days, you sit in either of your beds, and just exist with each other

Maybe you read or watch a film or something like that

all in all, 10/10 relationship

would recommend

#dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #wilbur soot #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot x reader #cc!wilbur soot x reader #cc!wilbur soot #dsmp x you #mcyt x you #dream smp x you #dsmp x y/n #mcyt x y/n #dream smp x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #cc!wilbur soot x you #cc!wilbur soot x y/n #lonely asks #lonely writes

[koithelittle]

cg!goddess wilma moodboard + hc’s!!

note; so a few of these hc's are @wilmaslittleflower 's hc's! but she's my sister so- I asked her for them- also these could work for Wilma in general but I wanted to share my thoughts on goddess wilma bc she's amazing :3 also here is the source post for info on her over on my main blog (not always child friendly so be careful :3)

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other moodboards (requests are open :3)

taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo @littlerosiesoot (ask or dm to be added!)

- she's very artsy, just like any of her variants, but her artsiness sort of seeps into her caring!

- a lot of her activities she comes up with are often art or craft related. you love them either way, since they're always fun!

- any drawing you give her gets a frame, and she hangs them up everywhere in her home!

- in the kitchen, the ballroom, her office, her art room, etc etc! if it's made by you, she has it hanging where she can see it every day.

- she teaches you to come up with a special signature, it's really just a squiggly circle but she adores it and you put it on every one of your drawings!

- if you're feeling extra fidgety, she likes to tape long pieces of paper to the ballroom floor and give you paints and crayons and markers so you can just move around and draw! she'll join in too, after watching you have fun for a bit!

- out of her brother and her, she's the better and more experienced cook. granted, wil can cook and does cook, wilma is just better at it!

- she'll make you anything and everything you ask for, as always, within reason.

- she has a list on her fridge of foods you like when little/safe foods. there's a few newer foods in between that way she can sort of encourage you to try newer foods, doesn't always work, but it's worth a try.

- she prefers wearing flowier clothes, mostly dresses.

- she'll match with you! whether it's matching hair bows or matching necklaces or outfits, it's matching!

- she sews and makes most of her clothes, including some of yours so they always have a special touch usually in the form of something special embroidered on!

- loves to carry you!

- piggy back rides, or carrying you on her shoulders or on her hip!! or maybe with you on her chest and wrapped around her!

- she likes to kiss your cheeks and then your nose before saying I love you. it's her little ritual.

- she likes to hold you to her chest when you're sleepy, like petting your hair and kissing your face

- she likes to do your hair, regardless of its length, but when it's long she likes to braid it and put it into cute styles and put bows and hair clips in it!

- she picks flowers from her garden and puts them in vases all around her home. some flowers she puts in your hair or pins to your clothes. tells you that as long as you have a flower with you, your mama is there :3

- she likes calling her little by any pet name but her favorites are flower, baby, hun, petal, sweetie and little one!

- you call her mama or mommy, and any little she sits for or takes care of in addition to (often helping with wilbur's little), calls her mum-mum or mama!

- she's not too picky :3

- she gives you the room next to hers to be set up as your playroom!

- even if she tucks you in, sometimes you'll still sneak into her room and cuddle in her bed instead!

- she has beautiful lace curtains in every room, and yours are held back with butterfly pins

- she painted a mural that connects on your walls, of flowers and hills and creatures alike!

- she likes to hold you in her lap while you play, interacting with you and asking you questions

- 'what color is this, baby?' 'ooo, what are you building little one?'

- she's just super sweet and soft and beautiful and loving

- she lets you draw and paint on her all the time but sometimes you'll sit in her lap and she'll paint on your face and arms!!

#sfw agere #koimoodboards #wilbur soot agere #wilbur soot #wilma soot headcanons #wilma soot moodboard #wilma soot agere #wilma soot #wilbur soot moodboard #wilbur soot headcanons #cg!wilbur soot #cg!wilbur #cg moodboard #cg!wilbur soot moodboard #cg!wilbur moodboard #cg!wilma soot headcanons #cg!wilma soot moodboard #cg!wilma soot x little!reader #cg!wilma soot

[starlightbelle]

What is this??

Underrated quote that doesn’t exist…you mean?

Because this line isn’t in the movie

I came across this post on Pinterest and let the record show as a long time MTR enjoyer (and a kid who knew this movie forwards and backwards so well that actually did type out a chunk of the movie in script format from memory) that I recognized it to be a fake in approximately .00002 seconds

Everyone in the comments was like “yet another reason to love this movie” and stuff like that, but that…isn’t a line from the movie

At this exact moment, Wilbur hands Lewis the paper (schematics) and tells him basically to go fix the Memory Scanner:

Wilbur: Now…now don’t make me go and bail you out again.

Lewis: I won’t.

Wilbur: Remember, I’ve got a time machine. If you mess up, I’ll just keep coming back until you get it right.

Don’t believe me?

I’ve linked a YouTube video to the scene in question:

As far as I can tell, this is an abridged version of a quote from Ziad K. Abdelnour(?), according to a quick Google search:

“Just because the past didn't turn out like you wanted it to, doesn't mean the future can't be better than you ever imagined.”

But either way: no, it’s not a line from Meet the Robinsons.

I’ve got more thoughts, because Wilbur was never framed as a guide or therapist for Lewis in the movie. One could argue that Wilbur is the reason Lewis decides he can have a happy future, letting go of his past…but that’s as far as it goes.

Wilbur very rarely, if at all, offers sage words of wisdom or advice or any quotes that are framed as such.

What about “Keep Moving Forward”? You may ask…well, technically that’s Cornelius’ line, and Wilbur flat-out tells him such, “it’s my Dad’s motto,” he says.

What motivates Lewis ultimately is himself. It’s seeing the future he can have; knowing that he’s happy and has a family and has everything he ever wanted and is so unexpected and exciting and he loves it…and that realization really comes from himself because he sees a future that shows him it’s possible.

But it’s not even a passive thing, either. When he meets his older self, he suggests “if I go back now, then this will be my future!”

To which Cornelius replies, “Well…that depends on you. You gotta make the right choices, and keep moving forward.”

Lewis has to play an active role in dictating which direction his life will go. He really has to let go of the past, like his advice to Goob earlier in the film. That’s really the scene where he starts to come to terms with that, anyway.

Wilbur is the avenue through which it happens (which, again, Wilbur being his son you could also argue is an extension of himself since without Cornelius, Wilbur wouldn’t exist…)

So framing Wilbur as offering these wise words to Lewis in their parting moments is frankly…laughable to me. Wilbur has always been my favorite character but his most serious line in the whole film is “I never thought my dad…would be my best friend”

#meet the robinsons #wilbur robinson #lewis robinson #cornelius robinson #Disney #mtr meta #my post

[lasnevadascryptid]

I'm gonna say something that might be controversial but I'll say it anyways.

Ahem.

Ranboo's lore is unoriginal by dream SMP standards, not just as a concept. Naturally it's unoriginal by concept standards other people have come up with this idea before.

But on the dsmp he is not the only person to have this lore, and this issue for lack of a better word is why I LOATH to bits people scapegoating CC dream for whoever the CCs didn't or don't communicate. He may have owned the server but the lore wasn't is idea and largely didn't partake in lore, and from what I understand didn't overlook it either.

My impression from looking at fans talk about the lore behind the scenes stuff was that Wilbur was to some unknown extent in charge. But as I heard more stories and rumors about the treatment of the server's playerbase towards their fellow player, it became clear neither was true, and it was always that responsibility to communicate with the other players fell upon to the individual CC to do so, not Wilbur and certainly not Dream as many seem to claim.

Even your favorites are guilty of this, you should scapegoat Dream to ignore the issue just because they're your favorites and Dream is easy to punch down on and pin all the problems of the server on. Hell I rarely see any drama go by without Dream being dragged in as blame partly blamed on him regardless of we know or not he's involved or to blame. He is partly to blame, but not solely like I see a lot of people imply.

The miscommunication problem should have been called out a lot sooner, evidence was kinda always there, but it's now way too late, and i genuinely think some good would have happened if it was addressed.

For example:

Fundy and Ranboo have the exact concept for their lore. And it's never addressed. This is lead to a lot of interesting parallels and themes between the two that are never acknowledged. If it wasn't for the fact the way they discussed their lore and ideas for it, I'd assume it's intentional but it's very clearly not and I think their lore suffers for it.

What is Fundy and Ranboo's lore? Well, person has a supposed subconscious other version of themself with powers the consciousness version doesn't have, and causes the person to have issues sleeping, and generally causes them bouts of severe mentally health issues and "spells" of unreality and disassociations.

This subconscious self claims to the same person as the awake conscious self, and claims to genuinely want to help, but does so in a way that comes across as scary, unhelpful, strange and unusual, their actions and methods concerning. They also claim not to exist. Also, the more this subconscious self takes over, the worse the mental health of the waking conscious self gets.

In both cases this leads the person to another person with a smile motif often known for being shady or morally grey at best, others of the server often keeping their distance from this smile man. Though when they met this smile man, it's in a dream, and it may not even be the real person, the real deal, but rather something conjured up by the subconscious self to serve a purpose of sorts.

Especially now on the QSMP it's plastered everywhere to point if I wonder it's meant to be subconscious programming of sorts and for whom.

Besides a man with a dubious moral code and smile motif, they also come across a mysterious entity. For Ranboo, his Enderwalk ARG calls this entity Z. Just Z. And as for Fundy, it's not named, but there is a shadowy cloaked figure that chases him until he wakes up.

In both cases, they eventually give into this subconscious self seeking help and guidance, hoping for answers from the self proclaimed subconscious version of them directly.

And that's kinda it. Nothing comes from the similarities, and as far as I can tell. They aren't intended to be this similar. I WANT to theorize that they are similar because Z/"Nightmare" is lying to Fundy and Ranboo for some unknown reasons.

But it's basically confirmed that's not the case, Ranboo implied he didn't really know what they wanted from their character having changed their lore and even species a lot, eventually settle on: full blooded enderman that's just a chimera/half albino, and he's not possssed by anything it's genuinely a subconscious self that trusts dream for some/no reason???

And it's too similar to be Fundy somehow was predicted or copying Ranboo in the sense of again, Ranboo kept changing what he wanted the end to be, hell he changed how his death was play out, Wilbur confirmed it was gonna be self sacrifice to save Tubbo only for it to changed to be by Sam's blade.

I largely believe things could have been different if they just communicated, especially given how to some extent unintentionally Fundy gets replaced by Ranboo as Philza's grandson, as in Philza rejects Fundy in lore and disowns him only to turn around and allows Ranboo to live with him and Techno in their secluded fuck off away from everyone else cabin when they shunned nearly everyone else. Additionally Ranboo's being Fundy's last ally prior to Las Nevadas.

It could have been very interesting. It's clear as CCs they talked but also clear there similarities by chance are not intentional. The only thing that hints that I'm wrong here in my eyes is Z talks to Fundy in ender only for Fundy to realize what it means, meaning CC fundy knew about the ender walk but to what extent?????

:(((((((((((((((( stuff like this makes wish things... turned out differently. I genuinely wanted a s2 of dsmp. But seeing the CCs either not show up the ender dragon fight and or slowly quietly leave. Just. Ugh. The community thrives just bittersweet seeing the CCs move on to greener pastures.

#dsmp #dsmp ranboo #dream smp lore #dsmp lore #ranboo #fundy #dsmp fundy #enderwalk

[victoriarambles]

HII HEYAA!! So this is my first ever fic, WOOOHOO‼️‼️ sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it’s a little weird 😭

But anyway. This is FULLY PLATONIC. SHIPPERS DO NOT INTERACT IN ANY WAY.

Ler!Phil, Lee!Wilbur. sbi. Wilbur is about 13 at this time.

Cold laughter<3

(Sorry for this i could not think of a better title)

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It was a snowy day outside the sbi household. As curious little younglings, Tommy and Techno had gone exploring together as Wilbur and Phil stayed together at home. Wilbur had already almost caught a fever so he decided to stay in for the day. However phil couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. Wil really wanted to go outside, looking at his brothers by the window as they had fun together whilst he had to stay home, but he knew that it was for the best. Phil wanted to find a way to cheer him up as he got an idea, smirking at him as he walked up to him.

“Hey, Wil, do you wanna hear a cool story? It’s about a creature that has been lurking around our city lately.”

Phil said, sitting beside his son.

“A- a creature? What kind?”

Wilbur asked, his curiosity peaked at his fathers words.

“A bad bad creature..”

Phil joked, looking at Wilbur as he got closer.

“This creature picks the saddest people, making them its victims!”

He said, making Wilbur get even more curious.

“It feeds off of the reactions of its victims!! Always smiling at them!”

He got closer to Wilbur, wrapping his arm around his shoulder.

“It lurks around in the dark, walking up to its victims from behind before picking them up and then…”

He said, leaving a moment of suspense for Wilbur before he pounced at him, gently placing him down and putting his hands onto his stomach

“Tickles them!!”

He said, giggling at Wilbur before gently poking around his stomach with one hand and scribbling up and down his side with the other, leaving Wilbur squealing. Wilbur wasn’t a very ticklish fella but something about his dad’s touch always got him.

“Dahad!! Whahat—?!”

Wilbur giggled, confused as to how he got from this semi scary situation to him being tickled, Phil just chuckled before going to tickle his ribs, gently tracing them and the spaces in between them as wilbur let out some hiccupy giggles, lightly throwing his head back as he kicked his legs out a little.

“What? Bad spot, hm?”

Phil teased, wiggling his fingers in between his son’s ribs which just made him giggle louder. After he got those giggles, he decided to go to his thighs, lightly tracing shapes on them and just scribbling random things with his fingers. Wilbur let out a snort, going into a small giggling fit whilst kicking his legs out more violently.

“Hehah— dahad!! Nohot that spot!! Plehease!!”

Wilbur asked, trying to muffle his giggles as Phil listened to him, well sort of. He went to a different spot, yes, but he went for his hips, which were a pretty bad spot for Wilbur.

“NOHA NOT MY— DAHAD—!! NOT THAT SPOHOT EITHER!!”

Wilbur said in between his laugh, squirming around wildly and hitting his hand on the floor as a sign of giving up. Phil changed spots after a bit, going for his neck which was a spot known to make Wilbur rather bubbly and giggly.

He just giggled, not speaking much as he liked his tickles. Phil stopped after a bit, seeing Wilbur’s smile.

“You didn’t even tell me to stop once! Maybe you like this monster huh?”

Phil teased, lightly poking Wilbur jokingly as Wilbur just giggled and looked back at the window, looking at his brothers.

Maybe staying inside wasn’t that bad after all.

#sfw blog #tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle content #lee #tickle blog #tickle community #sfw tickles #dsmp tickle #ler!philza #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #sbi tickles #platonic only #tickle fluff #tickle scenarios #ticklish #tickle tickle