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lildevyl · 2 months

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Hey, Guys, Gals, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends!

This isn't a theory as a matter-of-fact it's going to be long but I need to get this out there. So, I have been on this decision for the past week. And here it is. So, we all know what's been going on with the whole William "Wilbur Soot" Gold situation that's been all over YouTube, Twitter, and just about any other Social Media Platform out there. I'm 100% behind Shelby/Shubble. I think she was very brave in coming out against what she experienced so, please go show her some support.

With that said, I know many people on here have either made the decision to either,

A) Orphaned or Delete their FanFics that have c!Wilbur Soot in them. If have decided to do that, your decision is valid and I fully respect your decision.

B) Have decided to stop writing anything with c!Wilbur Soot in them. If you have decided to do that, your decision is valid and I fully respect your decision.

C) Have decided to continue to write c!Wilbur Soot because it was never about the Content Creators, but the Characters that we, the fans, have created ourselves. If you have decided to do that, your decision is valid and I fully respect your decision.

So, with that said, I'm sure many people have been wondering about what I'm going to do. Here's my decision on this.

What I'm going to do:

I'm going to continue to write. Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic is still going to be written. As selfish as this is going to sound, it was never about the Content Creator William "Wilbur Soot" Gold who owns the YouTube/Twitch Channel. But it was always, always, always, about the character he played. I love c!Wilbur Soot from the Earth SMP, Dream SMP, and Origins SMP. I even love the character he plays in Sorry Boys. And that's the Character I will be writing!

I know when I first joined the DSMP, it was already starting to go downhill. By that time, Covid was over, and the "Over Night Success" of the DSMP was over for a lot of fans. To the point, if you were still a fan of the DSMP during the Prison Arc and beyond then you were in the "So 5 Minutes Ago"/Cringe Territory. I also know that serval people have stopped writing, and got out of the DSMP/MCYT Community when Technoblade passed away. I can't blame them since many fans started watching the DSMP b/c of Techno and why bother watching something if the reason you even started is no longer there. I fully respect everyone's decision on that. And I know now that so many people will be leaving b/c of this being the "Last Nail in the Coffin" for a lot of people. Again I fully respect your decision if you decide to never write c!Wilbur Soot or just straight leave the Fandom entirely.

But I'm not. I'm not leaving. c!Wilbur Soot belongs to us fans and yes, this is 100% selfish of me, but I'll be damned if I let someone take away something that I find so much joy in doing! I've been writing FanFicion for the last 30 years and have been posting for the last 20 years.

I've been in many different fandoms and yes, many of them have had pretty toxic gatekeeping fans. But for once with the DSMP, I actually felt well safe for my writing. I didn't have to worry about if I was writing the Character right or not.

So, with that said, Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic is still underway! I have a few more chapters already written but it's going to be a major story and for once, I'm fucking motivated to finish this! For once, I'm not four to five chapters in and can't seem to figure out what to write b/c I'm so stuck on what others kept telling me how to write certain characters. But with this, no one's doing that. I want to write to these Characters how I want to write them!

I am NOT supporting the Content Creator! This has always been about the Characters. As far as I'm concerned, William "Wilbur Soot" Gold can go step on a pile of Legos for all I care!

However, with Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, it's going to be until Summer that I will be able to fully start to update again. Right now, I think I'm just going to concentrate on School since my class started a month ago. And I might be focusing on other Writing/Art Projects until then.

So, when Summer hits, expect to see updates for Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic! Until then, Guys, Gals, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends! I'll see you later! HAPPY CREATING!

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years

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Knitted Love - (Karl x gn!reader)

Characters: Karl Jacobs Warnings: Summary: Y/n loves knitting, so why not gift something they made to their wonderful boyfriend...?

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You carefully guided a blindfolded Karl to the couch. He sat down tentatively, then relaxed once he realized where he was.

You squeezed his hand and he giggled. “Y/n! What are you doing?”

You let out a little laugh too. “I want to show you my surprise! But I wanted it to be dramatic so... you’re getting all the drama!”

Karl playfully groaned. “Oh my god. It reminds me of middle school.”

His joke made you laugh as you went to grab the carefully wrapped present that you had hid in your office.

Your boyfriend fidgeted with excitement when the gift was placed in his hands. The blindfold was removed - so was the wrapping paper - and he got to look at the thing that you had made for him.

It was a sweater. With different stripes and patterns of color. Red, dark brown, tan, and white. Little details.

Karl was practically speechless.

You anxiously fiddled with your hands before breaking the silence. “Do you- do you like it?”

He looked up at you with a smile that could light up the world. “I love it.”

And he did. That sweater, the one you knitted, would become his favorite sweater. It was the Iconic Karl Jacobs Sweater that everyone knew him by. The best part was, it was knitted with love.

(that’s the sweater I’m talking about, btw)

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shakirawastaken · 3 years

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Can you please do a quackity x reader where they have a Ross and Rachel like relationship (I’m so sorry if you’ve never seen friends) and quackity is about to get married to someone else (who hates y/n) but he accidentally says y/n’s name at the alter. If you need reference it’s when Ross said Rachel at the alter instead of Emily scene.

hiya! thank you for requesting :) i have not watched friends so i was a little lost while writing this, but i did watch the scene you were talking about and kinda just tried to follow it and write it out in words? also that was funny i might watch friends now :0

enjoy!

summary: see the ask >:)

(r/n): random name

Wrong Name

You settled down in your seat after watching the beautiful bride walk down the aisle towards the wedding party, including your friend Quackity. You were glad for him, honestly. He was getting married, taking a good step forward in life. Sure, you had your past with him and sure you may now be totally over him, but you were till happy for him. You put a smile on your face as you listened to the pastor start to talk.

"Friends, family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the joyous union of Quackity and (R/N)." he started, clearing his voice out towards the end.

He turned to (R/N) and repeated her vows, asking her to repeat after him. It went by with no hitches.

Then, he turned to Quackity, smiling at your friend. "Now, Quackity, repeat after me." he started, looking pointedly at Quackity. Quackity nodded excitedly and stood up taller.

You sighed and brought yourself together in the seat, looking up at the altar with a sort of longing look. Sure, the last time you were up there, you ended up leaving. You would still like to be there though, at least one more time. preferably with Quackity

The pastor started.

"I, Quackity."

Quackity parroted back what he said.

"I, Quackity."

The pastor paused and said the next bit.

"Take thee, (R/N)."

Quackity breathed in and stared at his soon to be wife and you looked on with intent.

"Take thee, (Y/N)."

what.

The whole room paused. You slumped back into your seat, did he just say your name? What? (R/N) looked angry, Quackity's parents looked just as confused as everyone else and also apologetic, Karl and Sapnap were looking at you with wide eyes and you just shrugged back at them, unsure of what to do.

"(R/N)." Quackity said incredibly quickly after he had made his mistake, eyes widening as he refused to remove his gaze from the woman in front of him.

"Shall I, go on?" the pastor asked (R/N) silently, watching her face for her reaction.

You sighed and leaned forward to tap the person in front of you on the shoulder.

"He said (Y/N), right? Should I go up there?" you asked and watched as the person in front of you shook their head and turned back around to the altar.

(R/N), a figure of dignity, stared at the pastor and said "Yes, yes do go on." The pastor nodded and looked back down at his book.

"I think we'd better start again." he determined, grimacing and glancing at Quackity. Quackity subtly nodded and the pastor said his vows for the second time that night.

"I, Quackity."

"Take thee, (R/N)." the pastor enunciated, making sure Quack didn't say the wrong name again.

Quackity side glared the pastor and repeated after him. "Take thee, (R/N)."

After a beat, he added on, chuckling nervously. "Like there'd be anybody else."

(R/N) glared at him and rolled her eyes, turning back to the pastor.

"As my lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, till death parts us." the pastor finished.

Quackity repeated him. "As my lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, till death parts us. Really I do, (R/N)." he said assuringly, pointing a finger at the person in front of him to emphasize his point.

The pastor, sick of everything, turned to Sapnap. "Do you have the rings?"

Sapnap nodded gave the pastor Quackity's ring and the bridesmaid gave (R/N)'s ring.

"Place this ring on Quackity's finger as a symbol of your bond everlasting." he said, and gave the ring to (r/n). Her face lit up with joy for like two seconds, until she remembered what happened just before. She slammed the ring onto Quackity's finger and you watched as he grimaced. You grimaced a little in your seat as well. Quackity sheepishly showed the ring to the audience and made eye contact with you for a millisecond, before turning away.

"Quackity, place this ring on (r/n)'s finger as a symbol of the love that encircles you forever." the pastor said, giving Quack the ring.

"Happy to." Quackity said, trying to make up for his previous actions. He gently took (r/n)'s hand and placed the ring on her finger. You sighed in your seat.

"They have made their declarations and it gives me great pleasure to declare them husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." he says, turning to Quackity. He leans in to (r/N) and ends up just kissing her cheek, or so it looked like from the audience. You watched as they turned and smiled sheepishly to the audience, walking slowly back down the aisle. Karl made eye contact with you and shrugged his shoulders, showing you that he had no clue what had just happened.

Well, there goes your chances.

or so you thought

thank you for reading <3

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jaywritesfics · 3 years

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Since requests are open could I get platonic c!Tommy x female! reader?

Okay, so reader is almost perfect Technoblade copy. She is god at PvP, genius tactician and can build very well.

She never settles down, or at least it seems like it. She has a base far in the nether, hidden from everyone but not many know that. To people it seems like she is always on her way, gathering resources and training, always on the move.

One day, she saves smol (like 9-13 year old Tommy) from mobs and decides to help him with training (reader is already an adult). They form a parent-child bond and reader becomes this mother figure to him. However, reader after some time wants to leave, and does so, some time before events of the smp starts. She was kind of controlling the whole situation, as in as long as she was there she was the mediator for everyone, basically unofficial ruler of the server. The moment she disappeared, everything crumbled.

So, time skip to Tommy's exile when his mental and physical health is declining, reader returns from her adventures and stumbles upon him. She is angered at what had happened and after taking care of him and making sure to bring him to the normal state, she goes straight to the cities to bring back balance by kicking some ass.

I'm leaving ending up to you, hopefully it won't be this complicated

Good luck ❤️❤️❤️

OMG I LOVE THIS!!! I’m sorry if this seems a bit rushed... (Because it was...) I really wanted to get this done before the school week because I have so much stuff to do. I will make a second part since this was kinda short and not the entire story I had planned. I will try to get the second part out as soon as I can but for now I hope you enjoy this! I hope I did your request justice!

|Burning Pile |Part.1| Platonic c!Tommy x Reader|

Warnings?: Swearing, Angst, and mentions of suicide.

Request?: Yes! Thanks lukerycyja for the request!

Pronouns?: None used but female reader implied. Also sorry if this isn’t completely accurate to the canon smp storylie its been so long since I’ve watched any of Tommyinnits Lore streams due to school work, so please cut me slack if I messed up on any of that stuff...0-0

Extra notes?: Part two is on it’s way soon!

“Shit…” You’ve been traveling the surface for hours and you just now realized you forgot your axe at your base. You groan in annoyance and find a nearby tree and sit down to relax because your feet had started to hurt and you open your bag and take out some apples to eat. You usually come to the surface every other month for food and resources, as you live in the nether and it doesn’t have cows and pigs… Well unless you can call those Piglin actual pigs.

“Okay,” You begin to say to yourself,

“I forgot my axe and now I have to go all the way back to my portal…*sigh*, why do I do this to myself?” You take a bite of your apple and you just sit and take in the scenery. When you spot a couple of tree stumps and a wood wall not too far away from where your sat.

“Oh shit.” You say aloud, dropping your apple. You hear the sound of humming coming from behind the wall and you stand up to hurry and get out of there…You never interact with anyone… your by yourself all the time... You used to have company though. A little boy you saved so many years ago. Tommy. His name was Tommy. You basically raised him for years… He was like a son to you. You trained him to fight and fend for himself when he eventually grew up and didn’t need you anymore. You haven’t seen him since you decided to leave. Why did you leave? You can’t quite remember. You hear a voice coming from behind the wall… it sounds so familiar. You near the wall and you place an ear against it to listen in on whoever is behind it.

“Why Tubbo? Why. Why? Why?” The voice sounds even more familiar than before, Is it who you think it is? If so, who's Tubbo? Maybe it’s not him… It couldn’t be… You walk around and spot an opening and you peer around the corner. You see the backside of the person. Short yet untamed blonde hair, Red and white tore shirt and ripped tan pants. It’s him… It has to be… You step inside the structure, tears rolling down your face.

“Tommy?” You say in a shaky voice. He turns around eyes wide. He has bags under his eyes, and the once light blue color has faded to blue-tinted grey. He stares at you and his jaw drops. A single tear falls from his eye then he shuts his mouth and turns away covering his ears with his hands.

“Dream whatever sick game you're playing I’m not falling for it! One of these days so help me I’ll kill you!” Dream? Who is… Shit, You’ve been gone so long you can’t seem to remember a single damn other person.

“Tommy, I don’t know who Dream is but… it’s me… Y/n… I- I’m sorry for leaving I just…”

“Just stop!” He throws a sword at your head but it just misses you and hits the wall beside you.

“Now come on I taught you better than that…” You say to him, walking up to him and kneeling down to look him in the eyes.

“It’s really me Tommy-” You try to finish your sentence but he already has his arms wrapped around you. You can feel teardrops falling on your shoulders and you can’t help but start crying too.

“Y/n… I missed you! Why did you have to leave! You bitch!” He hugs you tighter as he speaks, more tears rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry Tommy I just… I don’t remember… and- I- I’m sorry…” Your makeshift “family reunion” is interrupted by an arrow flying past both your heads. You stand up and turn around to see a tall man in a green hoodie with a mask with some silly face on it. It must be that Dream guy Tommy was talking about.

“Who the fuck are you bitch?” He says pointing his crossbow at you.

“What did you just call me? Also, a 5-year-old called, he wants his arts and crafts project back.” You say, he tenses up and takes a step forward.

“Leave now or I’ll put an arrow in your head, bitch.” He adjusts his crossbow and you reach for the bow and arrow on your back and in an instant you fire an arrow at him, piercing his arm.

“Now I could have put it through your head but I like to look my victims in the eyes when I kill them… it's more fun that way.” You tell him with a huge grin on your face. He drops his crossbow and pulls the arrow out of his arm and takes an ender pearl out of his pocket and throws it in the distance and he disappears within seconds. You look behind you to see Tommy shocked and crying. You kneel down, pick him up and start walking him over to what seems to be his bed. You set him down and give him one of the apples in your bag.

“Are you okay Tommy? You don’t seem well.” You tell him, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“I’m- I’m fine-” He tries to get his words out but he passes out and you quickly pick him up and hold him in your arms. You can still feel him breathing so you don’t worry too much, but you also can’t help but cry. You lay him down and you put his blanket over him. You decide that he probably is just stressed out and needs sleep so you let him rest. You take this time to hunt down some cows and pigs for food. You walk around paranoid that Dream might come back and try to hurt you or Tommy. You bag about 2 cows and 4 pigs and just as you return from hunting you see Tommy sitting on the bed with his face buried in his hands. You drop your kills and you walk over to sit down on the bed beside him.

“You feel a bit better? If so then I gotta ask you… What are you doing alone out here all by yourself? You’re only like what, 16 at most? When I left, you had friends and other allies… how did you end up all alone?” You question him, he looks at you angered,

“How did I end up alone? How did I fucking end up alone?” He then stands up and starts to yell at you,

“You fucking left me! You left me with nothing but a couple of years of bloody sword training and the mentality of a soldier! I thought you actually cared for me like a son… But no, you just saw me as another helpless little boy who needed your guidance… Well, I don’t need your help! I can’t be helped! I’m the one who got exiled. I’m the one whose friends betrayed him!” His voice goes from a yell to a soft stern voice.

“I tried to build a nation… It was amazing... but I fail at everything. It crumbled...I should have never even tried… I should have offed myself when I had the chance…” He’s on the floor on his knees, sobbing with his head in his hands again. You stand up from the bed and kneel down to hug him.

“Tommy… I’m so sorry that that’s how you felt about it… I had no idea how I really affected you… Tommy… I- I’m so sorry… I do love you like a son Tommy... And you’re the best son anyone could ask for… your not a failure, you deserve to live… but may I ask…”

You release him from the hug and look at him in the eyes,

“What do you mean by exiled?” (you decide to skip over the whole “build a nation” part, because you really aren’t surprised by it.)

“Tubbo- I mean Dream. Well… They banished me from L’manberg they banished me from my home! They banished me here to live on my own… I have nothing…”

“You don’t have nothing… You have me. I’ll help you, Tommy.” Your blood boils. They banished Tommy... Why? You don’t care… either way, you’re going to kill them… Whoever this Tubbo guy is… Your gonna kill him and Dream. You stand up and bring Tommy to his feet and wipe away his tears.

“Go practice your sword throwing Tommy, I’ll make us some dinner.” You say as you walk over to the sword he had previously attempted to throw at you and take it out the wall.

“Hey, my sword throwing is great!”

“Heh.. sure.” You hand him his sword and he groans jokingly and he walks outside and starts throwing his sword at some tree. You chuckle at the sight and you start to prepare your guy’s meal. You also grab your own sword and examine it. You sigh,

“Those bitches are gonna get what’s coming to them…” You whisper to yourself under your breath.

“Hey y/n! I hit my target!” Tommy yells to you.

“Good Tommy! I’m proud of you…”

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