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average-vibe · 3 months

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•Fame Hurts 2•

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Streamer!Fem!reader

Summary: your presence on social media fades, and your ex notices.

Genre: Angst, Fluff at the end

TW: cursing, arguing

AN: HOLY SHIT YALL LOVED THE FIRST ONE???? SLAY??? AGAIN TY TO @modelbus for inspo!

TAGS (sorry if you didn’t want it!): @queenofdisaster-6 @lemonboys-stuff @cathers-world

part 1 is here

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Wilbur had broke up with you over 2 weeks ago, and you hadn’t streamed, posted, or made any presence on social media since then. You didn’t see any point in trying to redeeming yourself, as people would still say the same shit anyway. About how you were using him, how you didn’t deserve your fame, and how you needed to humble yourself.

quite honestly, you hated yourself for not seeing the signs sooner. How Wilbur wanted to ‘Talk’ that one day, or how he became distant for a little bit after you had collaborated on a stream, or when your stream views started to decline. It was so fucking obvious, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to notice.

You hadn’t checked your phone since then either. It had been on ‘Do Not Disturb’ since you went to an old friend, Carissa’s, apartment to stay. The only person who knew you were alive was Carissa, and she was the only one who saw you. As far as everyone else knew, you had disappeared out of nowhere.

But today, for some odd reason, you had the urge to turn your phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ and check your notifications.

There were about 2000.

Texts, comments, DMs, and tags had taken over your notifications, mostly people just wondering where you went.

@bae: where did @yn.loves.you and @WilburSoot go??? did they die? where did they go??? —>@gaywaffle: i’ve been wondering this forever! like did smth happen???

you didn’t know Wilbur stopped posting too. but sure enough, his last tweet was about 3 weeks ago. And his last stream was 15 days ago. He hadn’t been position either, and it was a mystery to you why.

Next, the texts. Oh, the texts.

Tommy: YN wtf where are you????

BooRan: YN, please answer

Wilbur (blocked): 75 messages

You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, and that it was a bad idea, but you clicked on Wilbur’s profile.

Wilbur (blocked)

I’m sorry

please yn

respond please

it was shitty

i’m sorry yn

i love you so much

please..

Your vision turned red. after all the shit he said about you, after all the hurtful things he did, after fucking dumping you because of people on twitter, he was begging you to come back. you got up and stomped to your car. Your plan? to go to wilbur’s house and yell at him until you couldn’t yell. or until you passed out.

You pulled into wilbur’s driveway, with nothing but your phone and a lot of angry thoughts. you opened his unlocked door, and found him sleeping on the couch. You got some water from the fridge, brought it over to him, and poured it in his face.

he woke up with a jolt, sputtering and thrashing around like an idiot. he looked at his attacker, who was you, and his eyes lit up.

“YN!” he said, a smile gracing his lips.

“YOU BITCH!” you screamed, wiping the kind look away from his face. "Fucking dump me on the side of the road, then try to get back with me?? cause you realized that your too fucking sad without a girlfriend to stare at? I’m so sorry that YOU brought this upon yourself!” you continued, voice faltering in tears. you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t help it. the fact that every single word was true, and not one misunderstood word, made it hurt so much more.

“YN, can i explain?” he asked, eyes looking more sad than anything.

“Explain what? how you-“

you were cut off by a kiss. A gentle, sweet, loving kiss. if you weren’t so mad, you would even admit you liked it. and you couldn’t deny the fact you leaned into it.

He let go, looking at your eyes. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. I just hate to see you so mad- and at me, i just didn’t know what to do. can i please explain?”

you let out a loud sigh. “alright, go ahead.”

“Tommy told me that you loved me more than anything in the world, and so did Ran, and Phil too. everyone was saying how much they loved you.. except for the people who didn’t know you. I realized that the only reason people were saying that shit was because they didn’t know you. And if they did, they would never say that about you. Your sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and an incredible person. and i cannot believe i ever broke up with you. i’m so sorry.” he said everything in a fast paced manner, looking at the floor for the entire time.

your anger melted away. The way he said everything, you knew it was coming right from his heart. he glanced at you for but a second, and you decided to fuck it. you grabbed his face and kissed him, again. this time, it was happy. full of love, and pure joy.

you let go, and gave him a hug, at this point, you were both crying.

“YN, do you forgive me?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Yes, Wil. i forgive you.”

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what can i say i like ending on words

ANYWAY

i wrote this is 1 sitting so uh

yeah

there MIGHT be a part 3 😏

only if you ask nicely 🙄

OKAY ILYSM BYEEEE

-vibe

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lvyu · 2 years

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fifty-fifty mornings; wilbur soot x reader

— ask, synopsis: “…waking up with wilbur (not sexual) but like super soft and he’s still half asleep?”

there’s always a fifty-fifty chance of how the morning will go with wilbur. he’ll either be the clingiest fucker alive or one of you will end up on the floor, courtesy of his sleeping self (a slight exaggeration, but it captures the drastic nature of his two nighttime sides).

today he’s chosen clingy by the slight sweat and stickiness of your shirt. he’s adorable this way and it almost makes your need to pee disappear. key word, almost.

against your heart’s wishes, you nudge your sleeping boyfriend. “will, loosen up a bit, yeah? otherwise i’m gonna piss on you.”

your voice is still hoarse and you’re whispering, a side effect of waking up less than two minutes ago. you know he’s at least somewhat awake based his groan and mumble-y ‘no’.

“swear to fuck, wilbur, i’ll piss on you.”

he seems to give up, throwing his arms off you and turning away from you dramatically. the bastard’s just trying to make you feel guilty to try to egg you to coming back to bed. from the bathroom, you yell that you’ll be back to try to soothe his barely functioning brain.

his occasional morning, barely-awake desire to have you near him at all times was both endearing and annoying, though mostly the former. it was a good reminder that he really did love you.

even when he hardly had a clue what was going on, he still wanted to be close to you in some way.

there’s a pillow covering his face and another he’s hugging tight. “i leave for two minutes and you’ve already replaced me, huh?” he lets go of the pillow, opening his arms for you.

in an instant you’re on top of him, arms wrapped around him too, face tickling his neck, arms being semi-crushed by your combined weight— but it’s worth it if you get to hear his silly laugh.

“mmhm, pillow’s so much more comfortable th’n you too!” oh, he’s so out of it. he makes a content noise as he stretches, still holding you, and lets out a deep sigh. “love you s’much.”

you raise your head for a moment to kiss him before returning to your previous position. “love you too, will.”

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maggicsorceress · 5 months

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I have so so very much to say about Chayanne and Tallulah so buckle up mfer’s this one is gonna be a long one!!!

Ahem, now that that’s out of the way…

I’ve been thinking a lot about these two while they were away, and especially now that they’re back. I was thinking to myself that they were really starting to give me the vibe of two siblings who have become MASSIVELY codependent on each other. And for a while I was all “oh they’re kids and it’s adorable so I’m gonna let this slide”, and while I do still think they’re adorable, since they’ve came back it’s become really blatantly obvious how attached to each other they are.

There’s nothing wrong with that! They basically have grown up together, been through a lot of traumatizing shit, and have rarely if at all left each other’s side during all those months that Tallulah lived with them. It makes sense that they’d be very attached to each other.

But I think now that Tallulah has started to really embrace the fact that Wilbur is probably not coming back, and she’s starting to move forward and heal from it, we’re getting to see her step into her independence a little more. She has her safety net, Phil and Chayanne and all the other eggs and parents on the island who love her dearly, so now she’s ready to take a step away from them all to be herself and independently herself. Which we see in her wanting to stay overnight in her house alone now, instead of in the bunker with Chayanne and Phil. It’s not because she doesn’t love and care for them, but because she wants to make her own space. Kinda like growing up in a way!

I think Purgatory really taught her a lot about herself in all honesty. She wasn’t alone even after she got separated from the rest of her siblings. She had Ramon and Dapper, but while they care about her and no doubt made an effort to make sure she was safe, it most likely wasn’t the almost overbearing overprotectiveness of Chayanne. I think her being out there with those two taught her a lot about exactly what she’s capable of when she is on her own to define herself.

When it comes to Chayanne, I think Purgatory and the weeks before taught him the exact opposite.

From the day he met Tallulah, he’s been responsible for protecting her. It’s evolved since then to encompass all of his siblings, but with Tallulah it’s a more pressuring responsibility. He’s the oldest, he needs to take care of them all, but he especially needs to take care of Tallulah. It’s a weird mixture between obligation, put on him by his dad, Wilbur, and himself, and a genuine love for his sister. When all the eggs returned from being basically in a coma for a week, Chayanne was apologizing to Tallulah so much. Not because he did anything wrong, but because for weeks he had no idea if she was safe or in danger, alive or dead, and he had no way of knowing if his decision to take all of his siblings and flee that night had been the right call or not. For all he knew during those weeks of Purgatory, Tallulah could have been dead and it would have been all his fault.

This poor kid probably had no idea what to do with himself, and I guarantee it was Leo’s presence that kept him from going crazy with worry and anxiety. He had to focus on making sure Leo was safe, therefor he couldn’t afford to worry himself sick over Tallulah.

Protecting others is and was what defined Chayanne for so long. His very identity became tied solely to what he can do and provide for his siblings, and specifically that he can protect and take care of Tallulah when the adults aren’t there (and even when they are in most cases). But now that Tallulah is taking that step away, that step into independence and towards functioning herself as a separate entity to him, he’s been thrown for a loop.

Without her there, he isn’t sure what space to take up himself, and hell I don’t think he even really knows how to define himself if it isn’t as the protector of his sister. Even on today’s stream, when Tallulah decided to sleep alone in her house again, Chayanne spent a few minutes in the basement unsure of where he should even sleep that night, like where she slept was what was guiding him. Without her, he’s vulnerable and he feels that vulnerability so deeply that it completely turns his world upside down. So he reaches out to his dad to guide him instead, to tell him that he made the right decision getting all of his siblings out of there, to invite him to sleep next to him for the night, to tell him that things will work out and there’s no point in dwelling on the past.

I love these two siblings dearly, but I do really hope that the admins continue writing their characters growing independently from each other. Not only because I think it’s good for their characters, but because I also think it’s good for some internal conflict.

#qsmp #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #the siblings ever #i hope this is the way the admins are gonna go #it’s ripe territory for emotions

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mysticalsoot · 10 months

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goodnight, my sweet.

A/N; this is gonna be the shittiest, quickest blurb of my life but I just got out of a long shift at work and I wanted to cry within an hour of being there (also I nearly fainted but tis fine!) I could've been patient and posted this tmw but nah! when inspiration strikes- yeah idk the rest

summary; reader comes home from a long day at work just to get some well deserved kisses and cuddles from wilbur!

tw// mentions of possibly fainting, lots of kissing, all of its wholesome kissing, lowercase intentional, not proofread, reader is autistic coded but when are they not

words; 1.7k

pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

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you weren't the best at asking for help or speaking up, you couldn't project your voice like you were always asked to and you went nonverbal more than you'd like to admit. all are traits others would deem negative, and honestly? they probably are. but in this moment you could care less, all you want to do is get home.

you've worked at this local coffee shop for a few months now and it's been great. its pretty calm and quiet, barely any bustling days. when it does get busy, it's pretty mild. maybe a few rushes here and there, nothing you can't handle.

yet, for some reason, today was the worst day. you didn't get a moments rest, people were lining up near the door. you blamed it on the new menu item but it could've been the holiday and your town being a tourist spot. it was hands down the busiest shift you'd have worked the entire time, and to top it all off-- you were near fainting most of it, as well as going nonverbal. you work the register. neither are very good things to have at any job but especially one that requires you to speak, process and stand.

regardless, you worked your shift and the moment your boss gave you the okay-- you were up and out of there. luckily your little cafe wasn't far from yours or wil's flat, maybe a fifteen minute walk. you pulled out your phone, scrolling through different notifications; Twitter, Tumblr, a few DMS but nothing you cared to answer or notice right away. the last thing from wil was a simple "have a good day at work, babe!" which wasn't a surprise, he also anticipated a long day at work. the boys working even more on the next EP, trying to make as many songs as they're comfortable with to counteract wilbur's perfectionism.

you pocket your phone, finding comfort in the small breeze in the air and the scent of the beach. the walk back home felt a lot quicker than usual, maybe it was your lack of perception or maybe you were just enough in tune with everything to make time to quicker. whatever it was, you didn't care either way.

you were most likely on autopilot and the way you didn't realize where you were until your hand was on the doorknob of your home, you figured that was the case. you slowly creaked the door open, trying to be minimal with what sounds you made as you shut and locked the door behind you. you undid your boots and took off your jacket, taking a moment to lean against the door before finding your composure and turning into your bedroom.

wilbur was there laying on the bed, phone in hand but the moment he laid eyes on you, his phone was on his nightstand and his arms were open wide for you, "hey, love-- how was work?" he asks softly as you slip into the bed, finding your way to lay on top of him. you slink your arms around him, nuzzling your head under your chin.

you groaned in response to his question and he chuckled, letting his hands fall to rest on your back. he drew soft circles with his fingers before moving to slip his hands under your shirt, resting them there. you sighed in content as you cuddled even closer, humming with a feeling of peace at finally being in his arms.

he let you lay like this for a good while, maybe 30 minutes, but he eventually knew he had to pry. otherwise you'd keep it locked up until the guilt of not telling him ate you alive.

"was work bad?" he placed soft kisses to your forehead, letting you lift your head and watched as you moved to straddle his hips, body still aching--but at least you could see his eyes.

"busy, mostly. tiring and- I just wanna sleep so bad." you groan softly as you move to lay back down, curling into the crook of his arm, your own arm draped across his stomach. you nuzzled your face into his side before muttering, "how was the studio?"

you yawn as you nuzzle closer to him, humming again as his hands rub up and down your back, "it was good. got a lot done.. looking at a release about two months down the line, at least we hope." he whispers softly between each kiss he places on your face and he moves to hover over you.

he smiles softly as your eyes slide shut and he begins to places kisses over your face before drawing down onto your jaw, "what are you doing, bee?" your voice is soft, almost like a purr as he kisses under your jaw and then under your chin.

"loving on my partner," he hums against your neck as he places a few kisses there, drawing back up to nip at your earlobe, earning a giggle from you--it always makes you giggle, and he knows that. he trails back down, kissing over your throat.

"why?" you question with a slight 'mm' following, your fingers finding purchase into the mop of frizzy curls on his head, sifting through them and playing with them.

"because.." he drawls out as he rests his hands on your sides, lips brushing over your collarbone, two kisses placed before he moves up to your shoulders, "you need a distraction. and my kisses are always the answer."

he shines a cocky grin to you before moving to pepper soft kisses on your upper arm, moving down onto your wrist and then your palm and fingertips. he's never skimpy with his kisses and now is no exception. he repeats the same pattern but on your other arm just a moment later.

"are they?" you smirk playfully, it isn't that much of a smirk, it's more like a small quirk of the lips but it's enough to get your point across. he moves to lift your shirt slightly, a line of kisses from your sternum down onto your belly. you feel him smirk against your stomach before he peppers kisses all over it, using his fingers to tickle at your sides. you curl over him, giggling and laughing, breathing out light no's and stop's, all through happy breaths.

"wiiiill!" you giggle through heavy breaths as he keeps kissing and tickling, his own smile wide and giggles of his own matching yours and slipping past his lips.

"what?" he quips, smirk evident as he lifts his head, fingers stopping their attack on your sides and lips no longer pressed on your belly.

"why'd you tickle me?" you ask with a playful pout and he crawls up and over you, pressing his forehead against yours as he rests his hands on either side of your head.

"do you feel better?" he asks softly, a gentle kiss to your nose placed the moment he finishes speaking.

"yes?" your tone is curious as you tilt your head to the side, your hands resting on his waist as he keeps himself above you.

"good." he smiles softly as he gently places his weight on you, his hand under your head in your hair, massaging at your scalp as they sift between strands of your hair.

"you didn't tell me why-" your tone is determined as you speak and your fingers play with his hair. he chuckles at your insistence as he shakes his head lightly, letting it fall to your shoulder.

"I did it to distract you, and it worked, did it not?" he asks almost rhetorically as he turns over onto his back, letting you lay on top of him. you yawn and begin to cuddle closer, nuzzling in the way you always do before you intend to sleep, "let's get you changed and then you can sleep, okay, baby?" he speaks softly, placing a kiss to your temple before helping you to sit up.

"do I have to?" you ask softly, getting up off the bed and walking over to the dresser. you're up before he is and he huffs at how quickly you moved, having wanted to do it for you. so he meets you over at the dresser, stopping your hands from reaching into thr drawers. you let out a dramatic whine as he points back at the bed with a soft glare of 'get back in bed'.

you made your way, begrudgingly, back to bed, settling for sitting on the edge as you watched him grab an old sweatshirt of his and some sleep pants you always found comfort in.

"yes, you have to get dressed," his response was a bit delayed but the sentiment still stood as he walked over to the bedside, and knelt before you.

"may I?" he asks softly as his fingers find purchase at the bottom hem of your shirt and you nod. he lifts the shirt up over your head and puts it aside, helping you put on the sweatshirt in place of it. he rests his hands on your sides for a moment afterward, and he places a soft kiss to your chin before helping you with your pants. the same routine of 'may I?' with a nod from you after.

once you're all changed he scoops you up and throws you both into the bed together, pulling the blankets up over you both as you settle in one another's arms.

wilbur pushes a few strands of hair out of your face before dropping his hand to rest on your cheek, smiling softly as he places a kiss to your forehead.

"sleep?"

"sleep." he answers with a kiss to your lips. its soft, sweet and short but it's nice after a very long day for you both.

"goodnight, bee." you mumble as you cuddle closer to him, humming to yourself as your arms wrap around him.

"goodnight, my sweet."

his hands run over your back as he continues to place kisses all over your face, he's slow and careful with each one as they become far and few between with every second. sleep begins to enrapture you both and before you're out, a final few mumbles of promises are whispered.

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nikaizkool · 10 months

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crushing on you hcs

dtk, autotune duo, chuckle trio

dream

very flirty around you, making suggestive jokes and kissing your palm whenever. just like taking your hand and kissing your palm. very clingy, you guys were on call for 5 hours? he dosent want you to leave.

George

very casual around you, no hints other than him giving you subtle glances. He’d wrap his arm around your shoulder if you guys sat next to eachother in any situation. Anytime anywhere, at the movies, at a restaurant. Dosent matter he just loves the physical touch with you

Sapnap

Very cocky when ever he sees you, calling you his partner around people who don’t know him to well. Placing kisses on your hands and laying his head down on your thighs. Placing his hands on your thighs and on your waist when people are around.

Karl

He’d be the sweetest man alive giggling, taking you on picnics, movie “dates” and taking you out to dinner, basically treating you as his partner. But that’s his love language.

Quackity

Very clingy and protective around you, clinging to you like there’s no tomorrow, he’d be very flirty and like UwU around you. He’d be so giggly with a smile around you. He’d probably call you nicknames and it’d be adorable. His hands would never leave yours, or you in general. Wether it be a hand on your hip, waist, hand, shoulders, or thighs, he’d always have his hands somewhere on you.

Wilbur

Very giggly, he has his iconic stretched out smile. He’d flirt with you, but it’d be very subtle, like “your very pretty today Y/n.” And sometimes he’d run up to you pick you up then spin you around, then hugging you like there’s no tomorrow, saying stuff like “oh y/n, my dearest y/n”. He’d let you rest your head on his chest while you sit in his lap, even if it’s uncomfortable for him.

Schlatt

He needs physical touch. He just does. Holding your hand, or your waist in habit when you two are talking to someone. He’d buy you anything you could ever want, he’d even try to make you some gifts, they were sloppy but, who are you to judge? He’d have his smug face when kissing your hand, literally smiling so wide it’s unsettling.

Ted

He’s similar to Schlatt but not similar enough for there actions to be the same. He’d be so nice with you, cuddling you if you sat next him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d be so giggly with you, poking fun at you. Literally buys you so many snacks.

Charlie

He’d be serious but still his silly self. Cuddling you even when your standing up. He’d have his hands on your waist, and his face buried in your neck, resting on your shoulder. Buying silly little gadgets for you. Like little toys. He’d eventually get comfortable enough to kiss your hand. He’d be so giggly after it to 😭😭

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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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marin alive challenge! my birthday is soon. imagine it being reader birthday but them not telling creator? (and birthday is not open to public) CUS IM FEELING SILLY!!!

sorry if it’s a lil complicated. - ☕️

You can't expose me like that

AND I'M SORRY IF YOUR BIRTHDAY HAS ALREADY PASSED, BUT HAPPY LATE/EARLY/ON TIME BIRTHDAY ☕ ANON!!!! :D

You didn't specify who you wanted, so I did a few short headcanons for each person on my list :]

Pronouns: they/them

TW: none

To you, your birthday was always your business - nobody else's.

You celebrated with your family and your friends in real life

You'd never revealed your birthday to the public

You liked your privacy and it felt a little too risky for your taste

You were showing one of your favourite gifts you'd received today, having forgotten they didn't know your birthday.

It takes Ranboo a second to realise that he didn't know your birthday in the first place. He thought he'd been told and just forgot about it, so he sat there apologising for forgetting about your birthday for a good five minutes.

Tommy is about shouty, tbh. He's in shock that you told him your birthday by showing him the fucking cow print trousers that your mum got you.

Tubbo kind of forgets he didn't already know your birthday. He's just going with it, like he knew all along. He tries not to make a big deal out of it.

Niki is quite honoured that you've told her. She doesn't know a lot about you, since privacy is very important to you, so she's glad you're letting her into that part of your life.

Jack finds it quite funny that this is how he's finding out it's your birthday. Yes, he's glad you trust him with that information, but that doesn't mean it's not quite funny. He'll probably forget you don't share your birthday online though, and he might let it slip.

Wilbur is quite annoyed that you only just told him. Not because he feels entitled to know, but he's annoyed that he hasn't had time to get you anything, so he sends something to your house to arrive tomorrow with Amazon prime.

Schlatt half-thinks it's a joke - a way to throw him off and make him think it's your birthday, when it's actually not. He's quite confused when you laugh at him for thinking that.

C!Techno, though he doesn't act like it, is glad you told him. To everyone else on the SMP, you were a mystery. Nobody knew where you were from or when you were born, so he was quite honoured to know. He tries to throw something together as a small gift, though.

Phil is in disbelief that you've told him with no issues - so casually. He's glad you told him, it proves that your relationship really has changed over the time you've known each other.

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 1 year

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TOMMY,S LORE STREAM RECAP 3…

(Again, this lore stream DOES contain c! and cc!Dream).

The opening, instead of the usual discs and Zelda music, is pure black and has one of the songs SAD-IST used in their animatics playing.

Clingyduo have been dragged into the prison by Punz and Dream. They admit they’ve lost and surrender. They're only alive because they’ve begged for their life.

Dream makes Clingyduo give everything. Dream beats and burns Tommy until he complies and Tommy is terrified, dropping everything even if it’s in his enderchest. It’s all burnt, except the discs which Tommy hides.

They’re taken to a hidden area of the prison, a platform above lava, and beaten until they agree to fall in. Tommy apologies and Tubbo accepts, but Dream and Punz come along, call it cute, and Dream starts monologuing.

Dream claims he wasn’t focusing on Tommy, instead on Sam, Quackity, and Wilbur (even though the reason he was focused on Wilbur is the discs, which is about Tommy by proxy) and says they doomed the server by nearly destroying the revive book. Tommy says that maybe that’s not bad, and talks about the times Dream went out of his way to harm him.

Dream calls Tommy and Tubbo caring about anything physical when there’s the metaphysical and revival. Tommy says no man should become a God, and Dream asks why not. He mentions continuing the revive book and wanting to become immortal, and knowing everything, and dismisses friends and countries as pointless. He says a life without immortality is pointless.

Punz reveals the staged finale. Dream blames the server hating him on Tommy, and Tommy points out that Dream ruined his life the past two server. Dream blames L'Manberg and Tommy mentions it was uninhabited before and a community.

Dream reveals he mind controlled Ranboo, and that he used him to trap Tommy with him in the prison. He also mentions Lazar and Vikkstar, and Tommy's horrified. The experiments went on for months, and involved EVERY form of death possible.

Dream's discovered the End while playing God, and reviving people has something to do with that. Punz and Dream have also revived each other.

People showing up on the server is a part of death, and revival has screwed it up horribly. The world could end, even. So, Dream's decided he's going to kill EVERYONE and restart the server.

Limbo changes based on how you die, and what happened beforehand. To test it more, and be test subjects. One of them will selflessly sacrifice themselves for the other, by falling onto a pressure plate that will kill the one who lands on it and spare the other.

Punz and Dream leave, and Tubbo and Tommy discuss it among one another. They both insist that they’re going to sacrifice themselves. However, Tommy instead throws the discs on the pressure plate. Out of character, he accidentally missed and he has to get discs spawned in his inventory to do so.

They jump down the hole formed to freedom (there’s another blooper here where Tubbo doesn’t know where to go and dies in lava). Tommy's incredibly distressed, both because the discs are gone and everyone’s gonna die anyone, and loads Punz's house with TNT, blowing it up in anger. Tommy fully thinks of Dream and Punz as Gods at this point.

Tubbo takes Tommy to a safe bunker in Snowchester. Tommy talks about all the things he loves that Dream destroyed- not just the discs. Tommy fully believes they’ve lost, while Tubbo refuses to give up.

Tommy cries beside the sea, about everything he’s lost and how he’s going to die. Tubbo reassures him that they didn’t die today, but Tommy can’t be consoled.

Tubbo takes Tommy into the bunker, and shows him the nukes. He says once Dream was dead, he was going to start developing rockets and explore the stars, hence why he wanted L'Moonberg.

Tommy asks if it’s active, and Tubbo confirms it is, but it’s unstable, and takes a long time to set off and fly. Tommy gets the idea to nuke Punz and Dream, as they’d die together, by Tommy luring them away and having all three of them die together. That way, not everyone on the server will die. He believes it’s all his fault. He thinks he’s even at fault for exile.

He, however knows Dream doesn’t want him dead at all, and is planning on letting Dream kill and torture him until the nuke kills all of them. He wants Tubbo to make a home in his memory, calling it Tommyburg and living happily with his son. Tommy continues to blame himself for Dream doing everything.

Tubbo thinks maybe being tortured is better than dying, and someone can save them, but Tommy says it’ll just be worse, and they’re the adults now. Tommy thinks no one would believe or help them.

The two of them go to look at L’Manberg, and Tubbo tries to cheer him up, and make his last moments pleasant, but Tommy's too caught up in his own self hatred and numb acceptance. Tommy goes to see the flag wave one last time, and asks for Tubbo to build the flag up high when he’s gone, so it flies in the wind, and asks Tubbo to carry on his legacy and tell everyone both of their stories. He takes the L'Manberg photo, says he'll be with Henry, and sits on the bench with Tubbo one last time, watching the sun set without music.

It ends with Tommy saying, numbly, “I’m going to die tommorow.” and Tubbo, crying, saying “Yes, you are.” and the Minecraft OST plays on the end screen.

C!PRIME CRUMBS HOLY SHITTTTTTTT C!PRIME C!PRIME C!PRIME C!PRIME

also I’m actually tearing up Tommy and Tubbo's acting was INSANE.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #dream #punz

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shikai-the-storyteller · 2 years

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During today’s lore, c!Eret said they didn’t know Wilbur was alive again and they thought their interactions with him were all a hallucination, which could either mean:

They’ve imagined reconciling with Wilbur so many times, these latest interactions felt like another dream

c!Eret’s memory is starting to deteriorate again

#dsmp #eret #wilbur #dsmp talk #i talk #Either way.... it truly breaks my heart

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casinoroyale · 8 months

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Alright, alright, it’s my turn. It’s my turn. Hey, stop talking, stop- okay.

(Quackity taps his spoon harder and harder against his wine glass until everyone shuts up.)

Okay, so… to start this speech off, I’m gonna admit something. Technoblade, listen, cover your ears, okay, okay, listen, come on- okay, thank you. Thank you. Anyways… I’ll admit I was orphaned as a kid. I have- I never really had a family. I- I never had people looking out for me. I spent a very long time wandering the world, wondering how someone could have one.

(Taking a deep breath, he steadies his gaze onto the newlyweds.)

A family came to me in a white house, in a country that was never really my own. It came to me on a stage, and in a ravine, and in a broken country. You’re a lot different now, Tubbo, from the spy you were. Me and you, we have a lot of history. We have been trapped in many places… and fought our way out of them. Fighting together, standing together… I’ve learned that is what makes a family. That’s what gave me a sister.

Having history extends to me and Ranboo, we don’t have as much, and it’s rough, but it’s there. Sorry for trying to have you executed, man. It was a hard day for everyone. (Quackity gives Ranboo a sheepish smile.) But… despite our differences, you helped tear down the wall in my country. You came to me for the venue. You’re my family too, and I know you love Tubbo just as much as someone should, because Tubbo deserves only the greatest love someone could receive. I know you give him that.

You both fought for something beautiful here. You have something very, very few people get. You have a love that lasts, a beautiful wedding, and a family. Congratulations, to both of you, for making it out alive. You made it here today. And thank you, so much, for including me in your family. Cheers, to you both.

(After raising his glass, Quackity settles back down in his seat. He shoots a smug smile Wilbur’s way.)

#quacks

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l-just-want-to-see · 6 months

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On overcoming. 5/10

Jijivisha definition / Tommyinnit, DSMP / Mars, Sleeping at Last / Tommyinnit, DSMP / Wilbur Soot’s poem, DSMP / In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don’t lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down., Andrea Gibson / Niki Nihachu, DSMP / On Living, Nâzim Hikmet / Technoblade, DSMP / You’re Gonna Go Far, Noah Kahan / Wilbur Soot, DSMP / Dead Stars, Ada Limón / Doodle of JackManifoldTV, (me) / Picture of Mars / Eret, DSMP / Born To Be Alive, Bea and Her Business / Mars, Sleeping at Last

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #jack manifold #dsmp #eret #technoblade #ranboo #<- mentioned #tubbo #niki nihachu #clingy duo #crime boys #crimeboys #lmanberg #dsmp: atlas

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snappycrow · 6 months

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I randomly went to check how much time has passed since the eggs disappeared.

IT'S BEEN A MONTH AS OF TODAY!

(i miss them so much, qsmp please give them back! (ALIVE!) Hmm, I'm genuinely wondering tho; when will they bring them back. i feel like they're waiting for Wilbur to come back (for even sadder angsty lore) LMAO).

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp lore #qsmp wilbur #wilbur #wilbur soot #quackity #philza

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starpirateee · 1 month

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oh god. okayyy

so, after a rather lengthy conversation with @scripted-downfall, we came up with this self indulgent ass fic... Because we decided that Wilbur Cross could, in fact, cook, and old habits die hard :)

so.... pasta!

and i swear to god this was supposed to be a bit. a bit! you wouldn't believe that after it turned out to be... 3100 words and 90% of it didn't even involve pasta

Not many people had a second chance at life. PEIP had done enough investigating to be able to at least assume that, if there ever had been… Others. People who had been affected by the entities within the Black and White… Then they were no longer alive. Wilbur- Wiley- was enough of an exception in just that factor alone, but there was something else that set them apart from the potential endless number of others.

They had escaped.

John didn't know how it had happened. Apparently, his agents didn't know about them either. Not their escape or what had happened to them afterwards. He couldn't exactly do much better for himself, but Wiley had appeared on his doorstep in the middle of the night- a mess of blood, erratic breath, and shot nerves -and he had to forge an explanation for himself.

It was close to three am when he opened the door, under the impression that nobody in their right mind would come to him at that time in the morning unless it was an emergency. And an emergency, it was. The moment he opened the door, his eyes darted over the mess that was once his mentor, his friend… Frankly, he couldn't help the grimace that followed.

"Jesus, Wil… What the- What the hell happened to you?"

He had been aware for years that Wilbur Cross was dead. It still took a level of restraint to remember that, especially on days like today, when there was such an obvious reminder that the truth was anything but. Not dead. Not at all. Changed. In appearance, they were almost exactly the same.

Almost being the operative word, of course.

The same tall, thin frame, the same dark hair that grazed their shoulders, just as it always had… But that was about where the similarities stopped. It was still hard to get used to the dead stare, the flicker of green that crackled like lightning, or the way that everything about them was just a little… Off.

Too bright. Too sharp. Too far gone. That was always the problem with them. Always just a little bit too far away from being human… Never quite close enough to pass.

At the moment, they were struggling to keep themself upright. They were shaking, forcing themself to stay in check, or to stay present.

They stumbled forwards, and John held out a hand to catch them. "Woah, shit-"

"Didn't know where else to go…" They muttered in a broken whisper, swiping the back of their hand over their face, and collecting a loose trickle of blood that was running down their cheek.

John frowned, looping his arm around their waist and leading them inside. "No, it's okay. It's okay…" The need to express his reluctance to let them go again felt redundant. Right now, there wasn't much of an option otherwise, he wasn't just going to let them try and find someplace else, no matter what they'd done in the past. "What happened?"

The two of them sat down on the couch. Wiley immediately sank into it, feeling the stiff leather underneath their hands, cool and unfamiliar and… and…

Safe.

They were… Safe here. It was way too quiet, and that was never good- not from their experience- but for once, they had no doubt that this quiet was different. They breathed, felt the way their chest heaved like this was the first time they'd ever done it.

"… Got out."

Why was it that something so simple as getting their mind to coordinate was such a hard task?

They stretched out their fingers, digging them into the fabric of their jeans, acknowledging and desperately appreciating the way their fingernails felt as they dug in just enough to make it noticeable. This- whatever coincidence had landed them on the doorstep of John McNamara of all people- was real. Some insane luck, or a game of chance that they didn't want to think about, had forced them into remembering directions, an address…

Maybe this wasn't chance. Maybe there was something left in the back of their mind that said this was what they had to do.

The thought of that made breathing a little easier. If this wasn't coincidence- if they had meant to find John all along- then maybe they were meant to break the cycle, to escape…

"You got out?" John echoed, making sure to keep his voice soft. Wiley just nodded, and John turned a little to face them. "Out of what? Out of the Black?"

Another nod. "It broke. It- it shattered. Like fuckin' glass, John! And I- I saw a way out, so I started runnin'. Didn't stop. Couldn't stop. I'm clear, John, it's quiet, it's so, so quiet…"

Saying his name felt good. It filled the quiet with something that wasn't that daunting static. Any second now, the voices would come back, carrying with them the painful sparks of colour that set fire to their mind… They'd be dragged back into the unknown, and then all this blood- the injuries they'd sustained from trying to force themself out- would get worse. They knew that much.

For now, though… For this very second in this very location… They were a little safer than they could ever remember being.

John tried to wrap his head around that. What they'd said didn't make a whole lot of sense, sure, but there was something in there that did. Maybe it wouldn't explain why they were so afraid, or what they were running from, but maybe it explained that they'd been nothing but a prisoner for all this time.

He had to forgive himself for not being able to think this through. It was barely three in the morning, he'd never had to be this alert this early before…

"And the blood?" The tesselation of scratches leaving jagged lines in their skin; their face, the back of their hands…

"They weren't gonna make it easy,"

"What d'you mean?"

"I hadta fight." The brown in their eyes that John didn't even notice was there started to shine through. They heaved a sigh, the most sturdy they'd sounded since they'd gotten here. "Doesn't matter. I'll be fine."

"Wil, you're bleeding on my couch, you can't say that…"

"I'm fine." They insisted. And that was true, for the time being. They were fine here. Fine with John. All of that would change when they had to leave, and it was extremely late, so that was going to be sooner than they thought… What then? What happened when they exposed themself again, made it known exactly where they were?

John nodded. He wasn't certain that he believed them, but it was a start, he supposed. If they thought they were going to be fine, then there was no reason why he shouldn't believe them. "You said it was… Quiet. Can I take it that's a good thing?"

"I dunno. Never been this quiet before. I dunno what to make of it."

"Why's it so quiet?"

"I can't hear 'em in my head."

That needed no explanation, of course. John knew exactly what they were referring to, and that they knew more about those entities than he or anyone at PEIP ever would. He found he had nothing to say- perhaps a direct result of that gaping hole in his knowledge. Nobody knew anything about the Black and White for sure, and the one who did refused to elaborate. Not like he could blame them in the slightest for any of that…

Wiley forced a sigh. "That won't last long. They'll be back… Always are."

Whether it was his tiredness talking, or that hopeful part of him that had never believed in Wilbur's death, John didn't know. But he briefly let his impulses take over the cloud of thoughts in his mind, and spoke the first words that settled.

"You can stay, if you want."

"Huh?"

"Look, it's some ungodly hour of the morning, and sure, you might be fine in a couple hours, but you're not now…"

Right.

Now…

The passage of time was so fast here, but that was only because it worked in the first place. They still hadn't so much as comprehended that yet. There was a ‘now’, the present moment. Exactly as things stood in this second, this moment. And in that now, John was making them an offer.

But offers didn't exist. They weren't real. It was always a bargain, something both parties could benefit from, or a deal, where they would have to exchange something. What was he getting from this?

Did that even matter? There must've been a reason why they'd gone to him first, and they doubted it was because he was the only person they knew…

Their eyes met his. They were searching for something, any kind of indication that he was going to say something else- the other half of the deal. Nothing came. John's gaze was soft, almost expectant. He was waiting for them.

"I'd be gone before you can think about it." Was that a promise? If it was, they certainly meant it. Either in that they were going to make sure of it themself, or that they were going to get found out.

John hummed. "I know… I'm not offering for my benefit."

This wasn't a bargain at all. John was seriously just offering his hospitality for as long as it lasted. They faltered, then nodded slowly "… Th- thank you, John."

John seemed rather satisfied that they'd decided to take him up on the offer. That, or… Relieved, maybe? Either way, he only lasted another half hour or so before he bade Wiley goodnight and turned in, leaving them alone with the strange tangibility of the world.

The silence of the night settled in fast. Wiley decided the immediate course of action was to take care of that which John was so concerned about. All things considered, it wasn't so bad. They could definitely remember being in more pain, that was for sure.

They closed one hand over the top of the other, pressing down a little. They were about as real as anything else that belonged in the Black, and the rules of this dimension applied to them just as little. That seemed especially true when they were in it, and that made this particular job a lot easier.

When they lifted their hand again, the scratch was just another jagged white line to add to the others that already littered their skin. It was a little raised, and red around the edges, but such were the messes associated with fresh scars.

Though, getting rid of the feeling of their own freezing cold blood running down their face was always a relief, they had to admit. One by one they sorted he remaining remnants of their escape, until there was nothing left but the old ghosts of what once was, and the memory associated with them.

Suddenly they were so much more bothered about the time. Being here had never done that to them before, but they'd gained a certain vigilance to it out of nowhere. With the time they'd spent getting to John, and with the conversation that followed, they'd already been out of the Black for well over an hour.

Those hours just kept multiplying, adding onto each other until they started to doubt that they would ever be found. John came and went at some point in the early morning, surprised to see them still there, but arguably even more surprised to see that they'd made a full recovery since he'd last seen them.

Seven and a half hours, and nothing. This was by far the best of their luck, which had never been so bountiful before today. They had a sneaking suspicion that they couldn't be this lucky forever.

Nine hours, ten, eleven… They were still startlingly alone. With the need to keep that particular string of thoughts out of their mind, they started to zone out, loosening their grip on the world a little. Frankly, they couldn't remember the last time this was a safe bet, but it had been so long already… Surely if they wanted to chase them down or reappear from the confines of their mind, then they would've done so already.

Unless they were waiting until they thought for certain that they were alone to strike.

Before that could settle, before they started to believe that as a possibility, they faded out. John's space- the four walls they'd been getting used to for the last stretch of time- started to blur off into the vast expanse of nothing.

There was something in the back of their mind that told them they needed to move, to get away from this scene. This was becoming too familiar. They needed to move and they needed to do so quickly.

Feeling the weight of unknowable dread settling in their chest, they rose from their position on the couch and started to wander.

Their footsteps were completely silent against the hardwood floor. That would never do… Something needed to pull them out of this ever changing void, and remind them that they could be so lucky, that they weren't going to have their luck run out on them.

They'd passed into another room. The silence was washed out by the sound of a tiny clock, and several things humming to preserve the life in them. At once, they recalled purposes, a multitude of functions for a multitude of things. Their vision started to clear ever so slightly. This felt blissful. Their singular track mind felt a little more at ease here.

I know what I'm doing here. A purpose. Everything else has one, and so do I. What?

They felt themself reach out. In that moment, clarity was restored. Static faded out, the thoughts subsided, and they had drawn themself back enough to see what was going on.

Their hand was about three inches from John's knife block.

Eyes widened, they flinched violently and forced themself back until they hit the wall. Fuck. Fuck. Falling out of touch with the world was a bad call and always had been a bad call. There was danger in fading out, in becoming what they feared.

Don't let it take over.

Once, they had remembered a name. It used to be theirs, it was the one John remembered. Even if they could never reclaim it, bits of their past were locked in that name, no more than magazine cutouts, worn and faded with age. Those cutouts were often the only thing keeping them from cracking once and for all. The first passage of a song, or the way someone's voice used to sound. With that came instinct. It was never enough, the broken pieces, but they pretty much knew how to keep themself alive.

Boredom and a desperate need to drown out the silence were not… Always included in that instinct, but at the moment they had tools at their disposal, and at least enough in their memory to find something to do.

The knives were an immediate no. It didn't matter what they did, that was going to be readily avoided, if they could help it. Too close to slipping… Way too much of a dangerous call in this situation.

John had ingredients. Funny, there was some passing flicker in the back of their mind that recalled him admitting to not being a particularly strong cook…

They let their conscience take a backseat while those strange instincts took over. Sure, they knew what they were doing- they were fully aware- but there was something telling them they'd only ruin it if they had full control. Everything they touched was destroyed in some way. This was no different.

If they were fully in control right now, the way this instinct was slowly building some old dish they clearly knew would be destroyed too. The worst part of them had a habit of rearing it's head when it wasn't wanted, who knew how far they'd be able to send the ingredients into a state of rot and disrepair?

So, they made themself relax. The constant repetition and apparently ingrained knowledge of these steps made that a little easier. It was almost… Therapeutic. And the longer they stayed at it, the more they found themself capable of neglecting the thought that they'd put a huge target on their back.

There was something about this freedom that was almost blissful, in it's own way.

That's why they were so shaken when that bliss was interrupted from an outside source. The door. Footsteps that stopped all too rapidly. A voice, quiet and confused. A familiar voice.

"… What the hell?"

John.

John had had a weird few hours since Wiley showed up at his doorstep. First, he'd woken up that morning to find they'd made a full recovery from the number of scratches drawing their blood, and then he came home a little early, and had been immediately struck with the unmistakeable smell of cooking.

Domestic bliss wasn't on the cards for him. At a job like that, coming home to someone else- forcing himself into secrecy for the sake of something bigger than himself- didn't seem like his scene at all.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten about Wiley, but he certainly hadn't been expecting… That.

"What the hell?"

Vaguely amused and very confused, he followed the scent down to its source, and found the result to be even more surprising than the idea alone.

"Uh, Wil?"

Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. A single moment had taken him back some eleven or twelve years. The two of them shared a space, then. For convenience, Wilbur had said, and John agreed. It had been convenient, and had definitely saved them many a midnight phonecall over the ideas they just couldn't shake.

And the only thing that made it even more worthwhile was the fact that Wilbur just casually demonstrated in the early days that he was a fantastic cook. John found the thought of it amusing, but Wilbur had proven as much, and after that, he stopped ever doubting his friend's talents.

Now it was happening again. There were spice pots haphazardly collected on the countertop, and the air was filled with the fresh aroma of tomato sauce. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

Wiley glanced at the tiny clock their lost mind had picked up on earlier, and then dared to turn around momentarily. "John… Didn't expect ya…"

Wiley huffed a breath of laughter that curled back their lips and brought about just another reminder that this wasn't the past it once had been. Too white. Too sharp. Too many.

John wanted to follow that with some comment about being early, but he was completely fixated on the fact that the thing closest to being Wilbur was back in his kitchen making fucking pasta of all things. He blinked, trying to ignore how nostalgic that all felt. "I… Wasn't exactly expecting you to be in my kitchen making pasta… What's going on there?"

Not human.

Not Wilbur.

"Got restless. This was… Instinct, I guess."

"Instinct?"

They shrugged. "Somethin' like that."

#starkid #void offering #am i sorry about this? am i?#no #this is a bit and i am committing to it #getting people on discord excited about pasta 101 #hi :) take my self indulgent pasta fic :)#tw blood #tw injury

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