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heartofwritiing · 3 months

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could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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#wilbur soot x reader #cc!wilbur soot x reader #fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot x fem!reader #x reader #request #anon request #writing #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fanafiction

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favcharacterpoll · 7 months

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QUARTERFINALS MATCH TWO: CECIL VS. DR. DOOFENSHMIRTZ

Cecil Propaganda:

"Cecil is not only the Tumblr sexyman, he is the first gay protagonist of a podcast that most of us have ever heard. From the very first episode he was unashamedly queer and no one has ever called him out or given him shit for being gay. He is a gay Jewish fashion disaster who is the mouthpiece for an incredibly bizarre town and plays the whole “this horrifying thing is completely normal”thing so well. If Cecil wasn’t there, I think a lot of people wouldn’t have felt so accepted for just being who they were. Cecil is an inspiration and the queer podcast rep we all deserved as we were growing."

"he’s gay. he’s a dilf. he’s ageless. he has been since there’s was nothing and he’s still here after the world ended. he can summon music. his mother is a oracle his father is a tree. his cat is a man who got cursed and also has wings a stinger and poison??? he thinks a tutu and crocs is formal wear and has talked to god and she said ‘I love you. I’m sorry’. he’s definitely guilty of manslaughter from negligence"

"this is the website Night Vale built!"

☠Matt Damon, Eda Clawthorne, LL!ZombieCleo, Aelita Schaeffer, Razputin Aquato, c!Wilbur Soot☠

Dr. Doofenshmirtz Propaganda:

"i wanna rotate him so badly. i want to hold him up like he is my own child. i love this man"

"dr doofenshmirtz is transgender source: trust me"

☠Red, Callie, Percy Jackson, Waymond Wang, Miles Morales☠

#polls #cecil gershwin palmer #wtnv cecil #cecil palmer #wtnv podcast #wtnv #welcome to night vale #dr doofenshmirtz #pnf doofenshmirtz #doofenschmirtz #doofenshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #doctor doofenshmirtz #pnf #phineas and ferb

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iolypse · 1 year

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I don't think the dragon exists.

think about it: when the wall exploded, supposedly waking her up, would we not have heard or seen her? dragons are traditionally both massive and loud, and if she truly did hear it, she must have been nearby.

on top of this, would she really have left her precious eggs in the hands of complete strangers? one would believe a mother would be more protective over her own children, prioritizing them over herself. would she really leave without them?

my theory is that the eggs are devices. living and breathing, yes, but devices nonetheless, designed to keep the island residents as compliant as possible. how could they ever want to leave when they have their very own child to take care of? they've even been promised rewards if they take care of their eggs well enough, something to further sweeten the deal.

they put the eggs in constant danger in order to build the island residents' attachment to them. trauma bonding, if you will. the eggs are young and they are vulnerable, and must be protected at all costs. there is no space to question the island, no space to begin to consider escaping. they spawn dragons to make the lie seem more believable. if dragons exist in the present, surely it's plausible that one existed once before. they don't even let the residents begin to question the idea that there may be no dragon.

who cares if some of them die? the island doesn't even have to lift a finger. the residents can squabble and distract themselves, anyway.

it's clearly been working. though qbad and qmaximus have been privately theorizing with qfoolish and qcellbit, all of them excluding qfoolish very recently being found out by cucurucho, no one has made a serious escape attempt. no one has attempted to go back through the portal which brought the english and spanish speakers to the island.

the brazilians' arrival is odd— no portal in sight, not invited, simply appeared, coincidentally on the same day the eggs would supposedly die. this, of course, does not actually happen— it's a bargaining chip the island can't afford to lose. what they can do, however, is remind the island goers just how powerful they are. they return their children, visibly cracked, with one new egg specifically designed for the brazilians added to the bunch, just like tallulah's sudden appearance, clearly made just for wilbur.

now with a child to take care of, the brazilians can't look for a way out just yet. richarlyson is their son, after all. they have to look after him.

they're obviously desperate to keep the island residents here, but why? what do they need so many people for? and more, still, with the recent addition of the brazilians?

#qsmp #qsmp theory #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp foolish #qsmp maximus #qsmp cellbit #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp eggs #qsmp wilbur #qsmp tallulah #fucking sus bro #all of it

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auricgold0 · 1 month

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Wanna talk about the fact that even though the dsmp has a lot of story to it, to me it still feels very…stale? Empty because if you know the plot points you don’t need to know much more and I think the problem is, is that no one realises you can literally just expand on the world if you want. It doesn’t have to only consist of those 30 players, give it life, people who we see momentary but still give some warmth to the story. People who give us more insight to how a character would treat someone they don’t have history with.

And the fact we can work with magic in our stories, it’s literally canon. think of all the Minecraft mechanics and go haywire with it, twist and turn them to be more creative. Even if it’s just a little moment.

My brain is obsessed with the idea of c!Quackity leaving his car on a sunny evening, citizens rushing about some walking with fitted suits a mind at work and some loitering around the office building. Visiting his favourite dinner after work, not his own but one ran by a small but warm family who treat him as their own. Sometimes he walks home, taking the more denser part of the city to visit the local markets, check in on the woman who kisses his forehead and scolds him for being out so late as if he was her child. C!tommy and C!Tubbo stumbling into farmers land and being rushed off. C!Tubbo asking mechanics for scrap to work on his projects. C!Tommy annoying a school teacher late so he can borrow her art supplies. Him climbing walls of more fancy estates, being offered help with his farm by an old lady. Young children aweing at the main server, people brought there for school trips. Whispers aimed toward C!Wilbur if he’s recognised, him messing with waiters,stealing uniform to blend in. You’ve got high stress scenes where he’s trying to not get caught rushing down the halls though the employees have been alerted of him. Him employing a random guy for a good second, whispering his plan while the dude mindlessly agrees because he doesn’t wanna be late for his mother’s dinner.C!Niki walking through a market area, polite greetings as she passes through her city. THERES SO MUCH YOU CAN JUST WRITE!!!

It’s not even the fact I find the relationships in the dsmp boring but the small random relationships/interactions can push a story forward, make it more fun to write.

I think dsmp writers forget that you can keep it canon compliant but still have fun with it. It’s Minecraft, minecraft roleplay- just have fun with it.

(I say this but won’t write shit🤩)

#dsmp #tntduo #quackity #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #fanfic #c!quackity #myct #dsmp fanfic #i’m just rambling #DO YOU GET WHERE IM COMING FROM #i feel so awkward sharing my thoughts but here

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kermyywhat · 7 months

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For those interested in AU with Siren Wilbur and Captain Quackity from the lower post

this AU has quite a rich lore and plot, it is mainly based on psychology and is quite difficult to understand, there are a lot of characters and they all went through a lot of suffering. If I talk about EVERYONE then it would take a VERY long time, but I can talk about the main characters: Techno, Tommy, Wilbur, Sally, Puffy, Quackity.

Everything begins with the kingdom of mermaids and sirens in the Black Sea.

A quick explanation about mermaids and sirens.

Mermaids have the tails of river and lake fish, such as salmon, herring, etc. That is, almost everyone, except predators.

Of course, there are always some cases-exceptions, so sometimes there are mermaids with the tails of predators. Also with sirens, sometimes you can meet a siren with a tail, for example, a goldfish (like Tommy).

Mermaids themselves are smaller than sirens, also dangerous, but mostly weaker.

Sirens are always predators, such as sharks, killer whales, piranhas, etc. (Although piranhas live in fresh water, they still belong to sirens that live in the sea). Sirens can use their voice in hypnosis, have very sharp claws and teeth, they are the strongest creatures in the black sea, so there is racism in the kingdom, where sirens humiliate mermaids.

An interesting point: pairs of sirens and mermaids.

Both sirens and mermaids are very jealous and loyal. They can only have one partner for life (or polyamory - 2 partners for life). That is, when a pair of sirens/mermaids dies, the other dies as well. The only way for one of the partners to survive is to have a child.

I can tell more about lore in other answers and posts, because there is a lot, a lot of information (after all, AU is exists more than a year, I came up with a lot lol)

Now plot & lore.

Technoblade is the eldest son, he is a siren with a white shark tail, and despite the fact that he is older and should be the heir to the crown, he joined the ranks of the knights of the kingdom.

Wilbur is the middle son, has a killer whale tail, he became the heir to the crown, so he has a lot of responsibility and interest in his every action. By himself, Wilbur is quite calm and wise, tries to be fair, but sometimes he breaks down and runs wild.

Tommy, the youngest and last son, he is pretty childish and in refers to things from a positive point of view. Wilbur doesn't always share this, and is more inclined to listen to the advice of Techno and their father Phil.

Tommy and Wilbur are often called the sun and the moon in the kingdom.

Sally is a river mermaid with a salmon tail. She, like other mermaids, unfortunately succumbed to humiliation from sirens and even other "privileged" mermaids. In the course of the story, she became Wilbur's girlfriend, which was greatly disliked by the other mermaids and sirens of the kingdom and eventually killed Sally, but Wilbur was able to survive because he had a child, Fundy/Tallulah, by Sally at the time. (I used to think that they would have a son Fundy, but now I think it would be better if it were Tallulah, because then Fundy would be a human child, and Tallulah would be a siren). But even though Wilbur managed to survive, he began to slowly lose his mind and go wild, due to which Phil had to put Wilbur in the kingdom's prison for a while.

Puffy. She plays quite a role in this story because she is a loyal knight of the kingdom and the best friend of the king and his sons. She is quite wise and compassionate, Puffy plays the role of a psychologist in this story. She is a siren, but I haven't decided what kind of fish her tail will be XD

captain Quackity. A cruel and influential man, he has been hunting sirens and mermaids for a long time. He is not a pirate, he is a hunter.

Pirates and hunters are a little different: pirates do not affect the inhabitants of the seas, they attack other ships, and hunters attack both the inhabitants of the seas and other ships.

after capturing Wilbur, the captain will treat him more gently than the other sirens and mermaids, because this is the first time a blue-blooded person has been on his ship. Despite this, he will still be quite cold towards Wilbur, and will try all kinds of methods to find out as much secret information as possible.

By the way, at the moment when Wilbur is on the hunter ship, Stockholm syndrome will happen and Wilbur will start to think that he loves the captain :(

so now there will be a spoiler for the ending:

The ship will be caught in a severe storm, sirens will attack their ship, killing many of the crew and tearing the ship apart. Quackity will drown when he tries to save himself and others, he will be stuck in the closed cabin. Wilbur will look for the captain and then he will find him, but it will be too late.

Wilbur will drag Quackity's body to the shore, there will be a difficult scene with Wilbur tearing his own body to pieces in front of Tommy, who will be hiding behind a rock nearby.

Tommy becomes the new heir to the throne.

The kingdom despises Tommy and Phil for his choice. The kingdom is in chaos, Tommy will have to make up for all his wrongdoings and prove that he is a good king.

Here's the story in a VERY short summary. I wanted to do it in the form of a fanfic, but I understand that I will not be able to, because it's too difficult mentally, I still need to study psychology.

I hope you like the idea if you're still here XD

Also, English isn't my native language, I apologize for possible mistakes in the text.

I hope I haven't exceeded any word limits here...

here is another sketch and art of this AU, which I drew in 2022:

lol I noticed that Quackity is on the right side in each illustration.

TY FOR READING ALL THIS HAHA...

#tnt duo sirens au #tntduo #siren wilbur #siren au #Technoblade #tommyinnit #captain quackity #Tallulah as a siren daughter #royal SBI #Wilbur Tommy and Techno as brothers #sketch #digital sketch #didital art #tntduo fanart

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anonymous-dentist · 8 months

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I’m pretty sure that some people have been watching Quackity’s pov with their eyes closed because they get parts of his character wrong literally all the time, such as:

Tallulah being q!Quackity’s daughter. She considers him a future dad, but he doesn’t. He explicitly stated that he was never meant to be a parent and that Tilin’s death just proved it, so he was just fine being her cool uncle

He is, however, Richarlyson’s dad, but not legally. He gave up his parenting rights back to q!Cellbit during Cellbit’s regret/infiltration arc because he was sooooo pissed at Forever and he wanted Cellbit to beat him in court. Despite this, Quackity still treated Richarlyson as his son during the few times they got to interact before the wedding and kidnapping, and Richarlyson still considers him a dad

Quackity’s best friend on the island isn’t q!Wilbur, his best friends have been q!Roier, q!Spreen, and SOFIA. He and Wilbur interacted maybe five times max, and Wilbur was usually pretty wary around him because tbh Quackity was Not Well at the time and he kept trying to kidnap Tallulah bc he was grieving over Tilin so hard. Meanwhile he and Roier were Close (even with Roier going out of his way to ruin his life; he was buddies with Q again after he got his revenge, and they’ve been friends since), he and Spreen were basically inseparable when they were online together, and he stands as SOFIA’s only friend

Quackity was never alone. He just thought he was because his self esteem was so fucking low. It’s like that “Hey Goob!” “Everybody hated me…” thing, he had friends, he just never realized it because, again, he was SO DEPRESSED after Tilin died. When he disappeared, literally half the island went out looking for him, and they stayed looking for him, and they tried helping and taking care of him last night when he didn’t even know who they were because they love him so much

Some people say he never loved Tilin, and that really isn’t true. He tried so fucking hard all the time but he just… wasn’t up for the task. And he admits it, and he feels bad about it to the point of getting himself kidnapped and then brainwashed because the Feds said they’d give him Tilin back. He doesn’t want to be Tallulah’s parent, but he’d risk his own life to be Tilin’s again

Quackity was not in love with q!Wilbur. They flirted, yeah, but he himself said that it wasn’t love he felt after he “married” Wilbur at Festa Junina. When talking with SOFIA, he started to use him and Wilbur as an example of what love is but he stopped because he realized that it isn’t love. He doesn’t know how to love anymore, he lost that when his child died. And he’s angry about it, he’s frustrated, he’s in denial, but every time he’s brought up being in love with Wilbur it’s been because he feels like he should be. And maybe he could be in the future, but like. He was only trying to marry Wilbur in the first place so he could beat Spiderbit to be the first to get married. No real emotions there, just… emptiness.

These are the most common misconceptions I’ve seen and I’m kinda sick of people just like. Ignoring these pretty important facets of his character in favor of headcanons and stuff. Headcanons are cool, but properly erasing canon and trying to constantly replace it is Not

#sorry I’m still a little sleepy but I’m also full of rage #signed; someone who’s watched EVERY STREAM of his since the smp started

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daisyychainssj · 5 months

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Just like I was excited to see how purgatory affects the islanders when they came back (which is still mostly yet to be seen apart from q!BBH and q!roier but that’s a whole different conversation 💀) im so excited to see how this impacts the eggs!! Pomme and dapper already seem to be cooking stuff up straight out of the gate. You’ve got Pomme who barely remembers anything about her time away (according to richas this is because whilst Etoiles managed to protect him during the earthquake in purgatory Pomme got hit on the head by the debris and was injured) and so this could possibly impact how she sees etoiles because he was protecting another egg when she got hurt or how she views herself because she was speaking to dapper and bad about how scary it is to barely remember anything about months of your life. Then you’ve got dapper who’s said that recently he’s seeing things, it’s like he’s got another pair of eyes somewhere else that she can see through (which wtf does this mean I’m both terrified and intrigued) and angst queen Tallulah came out of her coma swinging with the angst about Wilbur not being there and her frustration and upset about it all and she’s a lot more reserved and wary, sticking to Phil like glue around the new eggs. Chayanne had to make the decision so encourage all of his siblings to leave their homes and family (he ofc did it to protect them) but we know that boy is a protector and takes it to heart anytime he feels he’s “failed” someone he loves and Pomme came back hurt and he apologised to Tallulah and his dad multiple times for everything that’s happened like it’s clearly affected him. Richas is ALWAYS planning some sort of lore so I feel like he’s got something up his sleeve and then there’s Leo who woke up to find out her papa Foolich is gone and no one knows if he’s even alive and so that’s going to affect her, she already referred to her and roier as orphans multiple times yesterday. For Ramon I feel like it’s going be a pretty positive post Purgatory story tbh he woke up on a mission to get his dad and Pac together (I’m routing for him so hard you can do it my mustached king) but I hope we see some solo time with him and pac or him pac and Richas, I feel like Ramon deserves to experience more love from the others, Fit loves his kid so so much but I think it’ll be nice for Ramon to be able to heal from the way he was treated by q!Spreen (he was an ass to that child let’s be real) by spending some time with Pac. Ramon sticks to his dad like glue and I do think it’s because his only other experience with having another parent other than fit was with q!spreen so yeah I’m just really excited to see how all of our little babies develop and what stories take place for them after everything they’ve been through over the last few months away!

#qsmp #q!pomme #q!dapper #q!tallulah #q!richarlyson #q!chayanne #q!leonarda #q!ramon #qsmp rambling

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henrysglock · 3 days

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You Speak Basic, Doc?

So. As a follow up to this post about the 2.08/2.09 HNL lights, I want to talk about something Wilbur just brought up in the server:

Very good fucking question. Why did he leave? And how did he end up in the stairwell that leads down to the basement?

Specifically, it's the same stairwell Bob just went down to reset the breakers and take the lab off lockdown:

(Which also, coincidentally, seems to be the same one El runs down in NINA to get to Henry and the tunnel out of the lab)

So...okay, cool. He was on his way to or from the basement after having left his little safe space in the upstairs security room.

That, however, brings me to another question: What is there for Owens to do in the basement?

Bob, as I said, went down there to reset the breakers and unlock the doors, because when the power cuts in HNL, the doors all lock. It's a lockdown.

So really...what else is there to do in the basement, besides no-scope demodogs and go "ooh" at the weird, pulsing mega-pussy gate? Owens doesn't have a gun, and he's been staring that weird, pulsing mega-pussy gate in the face for like a year now. Which means...it's probably not that.

So...could he have been trying to reinstate the lockdown by flipping the breakers Bob had fixed?

Well. Let's think about the "why"s of that.

First off, Owens knows firsthand that a lockdown isn't going to do shit against the demodogs.

A) The tunnels already allow them to circumvent the lab exits. Owens is aware of said tunnels.

B) The demodogs can smash through polycarbonate. Owens literally sees one do so.

So they could easily just tear right through any doors in their path. A lockdown makes no sense...for creatures.

No. Lockdowns are primarily for humans.

In fact...If I had to bet, the lockdown protocol in HNL has to do with the whole "keeping people from escaping the child torture basement" thing we see in ST4.

But...the prison-basement ended with El in 1983, right? So the question remains: What would Owens be locking down in the basement, and why hide his reasons for going downstairs?

Unless, of course, the prison-basement didn't end in 1983. And, of course, unless there's something worth securing down there that we're not yet privy to.

And along those lines: Why are so many demodogs staying in HNL? Why concentrate in the lab, when the tunnels will take them anywhere under Hawkins in pursuit of Will? There were more than enough to spread out and search. If it was about guarding the gate against El, they'd just leave some at the entrances, or swarm wherever she happened to be (which is where Will is, coincidentally). I thought Vecna could read minds even without an open gate. If he's supposedly involved in this...then why not just swarm the Byers house? Why still concentrate in the lab after they find out where Will is?

That is to say...what are they looking for, specifically in HNL, after they've found out that Will's left the building?

TL;DR: Owens...there wasn't someone down there that you needed to lock down, right? Someone to be retrieved later? Someone the democreatures might have a vested interest in finding?

#sam owens #st2 speculation #henry creel #<- not explicitly mentioned but definitely implied

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kaytrawrites · 3 months

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QSMP - feathered cuddles at the end of the world

Summary in which the prison escapees settle in for the night after the final escape.

Notes this is how the 'beds' are setup (names listed after the semicolon ; are those who are/were comatose, some ccs are not listed because they were not present, either playing or as a bed, during the prison event) Bed 1: Phil, Charlie Slimecicle, Tubbo, Missa, Chayanne, Tallulah, Sunny, Quacki; Wilbur Bed 2: Foolish, Quackity, Mariana, Pepito, Leo; Bed 3: Fit, Felps, Pac, Mike, Richas, Ramon; Bed 4: Pierre, Etoiles, Badboy, Pomme, Dapper; Antoine Bed 5: Mouse, Tina, Bagi, Niki, Em; Bed 6: ; Vegetta, Roier, Carre, Rubius, Willyrex

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Phil carefully wiped as much of the slime off Antoine’s form as he could, being careful to shield any of the mortals from witnessing his shrouded eldrich form. Antoine twitched slightly toward wakefulness as Phil finished, and folded his limbs into a meditative orientation. The eldritch humanoid nodded back off to sleep, floating silently in the air.

Phil stepped away, taking a turn around the dusty library to check on all the others who had escaped. Foolish was hauling large squares of carpet he and Fit had cut out from the floor with various sharp items. Leo and Ramon were trailing after him. Fit was across the room with Pac, cutting more squares of carpet up from the floor.

The carpets were being piled into a couple makeshift mattresses against one of the far walls.

Pomme, Pierre and Etoiles had been cutting the large, slightly threadbare curtains down from the walls to cut into blankets. Pierre and Pomme had now distributed the large blankets to the six carpet mattresses, and were now making the one for the French, Badboy and Dapper comfortable for rest.

Bagi, Mike and Richas were messing with the blankets for the Portuguese bed; well, Bagi and Mike were. Richas was running back and forth between the various groups that were settling their sleep areas.

Chayanne and Tallulah had dragged Tubbo and Charlie to one of the mattresses, Sunny following. Mariana and Charlie had a rather tearful reunion when Mariana woke after everyone was safe. It did consist of a bit of yelling at each other, but they eventually fell into a rather passionate kiss and gentle terms of endearment. Phil was sure Charlie did not admit that it was Charlie who carried Mariana all the way to safety.

Mariana was overjoyed to learn that he was Sunny’s stepfather, as was Charlie toward Pepito. They had truly been fantastic parents toward Flippa when she was still alive, and they would be amazing parents now they had new chances.

Fit and Pac hauled the last carpet square toward the beds, dropping it on the one Mouse, Tina, Bagi and Em had claimed. Tina and Mouse immediately descended on the pile with the blankets they had claimed. Niki was sat leaned against the wall while Em gently dabbed a piece of curtain that had been soaked in cool water against her mom’s warm forehead. Mouse had carried Niki from the infirmary all the way here, and while Niki’s fever had broken, she was still a bit sick. But she was awake. Which was more than anyone could say for the five who had been placed on the first bed that had been made.

Vegetta, Roier, Carre, Rubius and Willyrex were still deep in a coma. Foolish had gotten so fussy over Vegetta and Roier, which was understandable. They were his Family. There was nothing more important than Family to the divinely touched.

Quackity and Mariana were fussing over Pepito, who was nodding off in the bed that Foolish had claimed for himself, his younger child and youngest grandchild. And his youngest grandchild’s parents.

Phil walked over to the bed his family had claimed. Tallulah was fussing over Wilbur’s sleeping body. Chayanne was sitting on Missa’s lap. The dark haired undead smiled as Phil approached. Phil nodded, returning the smile.

Charlie and Tubbo had passed right out, Sunny cradled between them, also deeply asleep.

Phil slid off his orange jacket, flexing his wings with a slight wince. Chayanne made grabby hands toward Phil, and Phil crawled onto the mattress, and turned so his back was to his husband and his son. Their thin, deft fingers worked through his feathers, settling them.

Tallulah’s hands soon joined Chayanne and Missa’s, making Phil slump as endorphins flooded his system.

Vaguely at the edge of his perception, he heard a shuffling sound, an exclamatory sound, and one of pairs of hands stopped working on his wings. But Phil was this close to passing out, his head full of bird instincts. Of flock, flock, family, joy, flock.

The third pair of hands returned, followed by a fourth, larger but still skilled, which finally pushed him over the edge into rest.

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Missa chuckled as Phil tipped forward, finally asleep. Wilbur carefully caught his exhausted father, and Chayanne helped maneuver the sleeping avian into a far more comfortable sleep position.

Wilbur ran his fingers through Tallulah’s short waves, looking sadly at his little girl. Now not so little. She had new scars, and a harder look to her. But she still looked up at him with the same absolute love as before he had left.

Wilbur carefully removed his golden sweater, and picked at the bindings around his torso. Chayanne leaned over and grabbed a diamond knife from the floor beside the bed and held it out to his elder brother.

Wilbur took it gratefully and cut through the leather straps, letting his brown, almost black feathered wings out for the first time since he left the island. They ached from being bound so long and needed a good preening. Tallulah’s eyes lit up and she tugged his hand and pointed to them.

Wilbur turned so Tallulah could see them in their full glory. His wings weren’t quite as large as his father’s despite Wilbur being a good handspan taller. His flight feathers had been carefully clipped, much differently than the quick rough clipping that had been done to Phil’s. Wilbur was still pissed about that and was going to break someone when he found out who had treated his father’s beautiful wings in such a demeaning manner.

Tallulah and Chayanne began working on Wilbur’s feathers, and Wilbur melted under their gentle, highly adept ministrations. They weren’t quite as good as Phil. And certainly not as good as Kristin. But right now, they were amazing.

The family that had been touched by death quietly bonded, relishing the quiet things after the storm.

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When Phil eventually wakes up, he finds that Leo, Richas, Ramon, Pomme and Em had made their way over to his family’s bed. All of them plus Chyanne, Tallulah, Sunny and Quacki are cuddled under his wings. And Wilbur is awake.

#my fic #mcyt #qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp philza #qsmp philza pov #qsmp missa #qsmp missa pov #qsmp wilbur #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp eggs #most of the qsmp ccs are mentioned

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deejayrockz · 7 months

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hello!! I saw that you made a post about being obsessed with dadbur (as am I) I was wondering, could you do one where Wilbur's daughter just goes up to Tommy and starts talking to him, maybe doing something cute or like saying "I luv you!" To him and him going all soft LOL if not I get it just thought it would be cute

PAIRING — wilburs daughter + cc!tommy

SUMMARY — tommy decides his friends daughter is his new cuddle buddy

NOTES — fluff fluff fluff (duhhh), tommy turns to mush, girldad!wilbur, name Adelia is used, from my wattpad book. child aged 4-5

EXTRA — are you kidding i literally giggled and kicked my feet this idea is so cute. it ain't written the best, mainly cuz i was distracted, and i've been really busy lately, but i'll try again maybe this weekend 🤗🌷

Tommy was currently given the job of babysitting Wilburs daughter, Adelia, as he was out doing sound checks, and she usually acts out from the noise.

The job seemed pretty easy so far, all he did was watch whatever was on the telly, while slouching on the settee. Occasionally, he'd sit up to look for Adelia, only to find her by the doll house, causing him to slouch down again for another 20 minutes.

"Tommy.." Adelia dragged on, a questioning tone to her voice. He hummed in response, moving his eyes from the tv to the young girl now infront of him.

"Can i tell you a secret?" She smiled, a barbie doll in her hand.

"Sure, what is it?" He asked, grunting slightly as he picked her up and sat her on his knee. She petted the barbies hair, as she giggled and whispered in his ear.

"Daddy said he thinks you're cool, i think you're cool too," She smiled, as Tom actually felt his heart melt into a puddle in his chest.

"Yeah?" He confirmed, a proud smile on his face. Sure, he liked the fact that his friend thought he was cool, but the fact that his friends daughter thought he was cool? that is all he ever wanted in life.

She nodded and hummed in confirmation, yawning before laying on his chest and watching the tv with him, still sat on his lap. His smile stretched wider, wrapping his arm around the five year olds shoulder, switching the channel to a more kid-friendly one.

"Tommy, do you like Molly?" Adelia asked, curling into his shirt, eyes drooping closed.

"I like molly a lot, she's my girlfriend," He laughed, soothing the girl to sleep by slightly bouncing his knee.

"When you get married, can i be the flower girl?" she smiled, eyes now closed, barbie doll on her lap.

"Sure," he smiled, kissing the girls forehead, before letting her rest on his lap. his heart melted, almost not believing a kid could be so loving. "sure you can," he confirmed, leaning his head back on the settee, eyes closing.

Will had gotten home around 7:30PM, expecting to see a very hyper Adelia running around, and a almost just as hyper Tommy chasing after her, but he didn't. In fact, he was met with complete silence. It almost worried him, almost. Until he saw the pair cuddled up on the settee.

Tom was laying on his back, head rested on the arm of the sofa, Adelia on his chest, a barbie doll in hand. Her favourite doll, one that she never lets anybody go near. the fact that she was allowing tom to cuddle with it was a big thing.

Will smiled, his heart warming at the sight of his younger brother and daughter cuddled on his settee. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it and spreading it neatly across the two. He kissed Adelias forehead, before fluffing toms hair and then moving to his own room, allowing the pair to sleep on the settee peacefully.

#wilbur soot #lovejoy #wilbur soot fluff #fluff #will gold #wilbur x you #wilbur fic #wilbur mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fic #tommyinnit fanfic #fanfic #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #dadbur #dad!wilbur #dadbur fic #tom simons #soft wilbur

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gay-mooshrooms · 7 months

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I fear to stain your clothes with blood/Stain them. I don't care

Chapter 1

Look.

Maybe Wilbur didn't love going to camp.

Maybe he would whine, and complain, and annoy the crap out of Phil and Techno on the 3-hour car ride.

But!

That did not mean he hated it.

Sure it was far from the most enjoyable experience in the world.

But sue him, the kids gave him some small shred of hope for humanity that he was oh so desperately lacking.

It also helped that Tommy adored Camp Essempi. He had practically grown up there, been tagging along every summer since he was 7 after Phil bought the place.

So now Wilbur found himself in his dad's grey van, listening to The Artic Monkeys at a very unhealthy volume, while he could see Techno gesturing in the seat in front of him.

If he had to guess, Tech was probably monologuing about some new book he read or what he was planning for the campers or something.

Wilbur didn't really care.

Tommy was directly next to him, and his head was now resting on his shoulder, where it had been slowly creeping toward for the past hour, in spite of him claiming, "Fuck you Wil! I'm not tired at all bitch!"

They really needed to work on his swearing problem.

But that was for another day.

Right now Wilbur had to worry about how to stay sane with 2 more hours left on this car trip.

He debated trying to read a book he brought but considering the last time he'd tried reading a book in the car they'd had to pull over so he could throw up, he decided not to risk it.

Listen to Techno rant? Wilbur thinks he'd rather take the vomit at that point.

He eventually just decides to take the easy way out.

Turning his music down slightly, he lays his head on top of Tommy's, stretching the blanket he'd been hogging across them both, and letting his eyes shut.

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By the time he woke up, they were only 30 minutes away from camp, and Tommy was still dead to the world.

Techno had fallen asleep at this point too, his head lolling so his long hair fell over the edge of the car seat.

How he lived with it that long Wilbur would never know.

He removed one of his earbuds and was met with the soft sound of Here Comes the Sun drifting from the radio, Phil humming along quietly.

A few seconds later, his dad looked up and saw him awake.

"Oh Wil!" Phil said, smiling, "Didn't see that you were up. We stopped at McDonald's about 15 minutes ago and got some fries for you, figured you'd be hungry."

Wilbur immediately brightened and maybe grabby hands at his father.

"Gimme food," he said, with all the eloquence of a toddler.

Phil chuckled and handed over the brown paper bag.

"Save some for Tommy, you know he'll be starving when he wakes up, and who knows what that will entail."

Wilbur nodded solemnly, suddenly reminded of the last long car trip they'd taken.

A few minutes into starting on the fries, he felt Tommy stir beside him.

"Ugh, do I smell food?" Tommy asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Always hungry never satisfied," said Wilbur, which was not entirely inaccurate. Tommy ate like a fiend.

"Ey!" Tommy blurted out, his head immediately shooting up and his hands raising. "Just cus you're as small as a twig doesn't mean I have to be. Plus I heard Niki's running some of the sports stuff and I am NOT doing that on an empty stomach."

Wilbur had to give him that, Niki, one of his old camp friends and now first-year counselor, was one of the nicest people he'd ever met, but also incredibly badass.

She'd been one of Techno's favorite campers, and he, in turn, had been her favorite counselor, which meant she was an expert in most combat-based camp stuff.

She terrified Wilbur and Tommy alike.

Techno too, but he would only admit that to her.

"Fine fine gremlin child take your food," huffed Wilbur, handing over the bag.

Tommy grinned evilly up at him and began shoveling the food into his mouth like an animal, a raccoon perhaps. Or maybe a possum.

Wilbur couldn't help but grimace and turn his attention back towards his older brother and father, who, now that Techno had woken up too, were discussing camp setup.

"Listen, Phil," one of Techno's quirks, he almost never called Phil dad. "We have more campers this year, we're gonna need to buy some more stuff."

Phil shook his head, "It'll be fine Tech. And if not, we'll go out and get stuff. And anyway, it's not so much supplies I'm worried about but space. I think we'll have to raid some of the unused cabins for cots. The last thing I wanna do is force kids to sleep on the floor, "said Phil, chuckling.

"It would be good for them, " Wilbur chimed in, "Builds character."

Phil laughed.

"C'mon Wil, let's not give them scoliosis too early on in the summer."

"As I just stated, character building."

"Wilbur I swear to god."

The last 20 minutes of the drive were spent bickering about random topics or singing along to Hamilton.

The latter was, of course, Wilbur's request.

But Tommy joined in too.

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The sudden sound of crunching gravel alerted Wilbur to their imminent arrival at Essempi, a sound that bore equal parts joy and pain in his mind.

It was at this point Tommy began bouncing off the walls, it was honestly a miracle he's lasted this long.

Usually about 2 hours in they had to stop for 15 minutes and just putter around a gas station.

Fortunately, Tommy had stayed up late last night with Wilbur, going over rules and his luggage over and over again to make sure he didn't forget anything.

But once rested, Tommy's energy made a full recovery, and as soon as they had gotten their luggage out of the car he was full-on sprinting towards their cabin.

Wilbur however, did not not follow so eagerly.

Unlike Tommy, car trips didn't make him stir crazy, but rather tired, lethargic, and dead on his feet.

So, grumbling, he hoisted his backpack over his shoulders and grabbed his duffle, before trudging down the path behind his little brother.

It didn't take long for his dad and Techno to catch up, his older brother giving him a small pat on his shoulder before moving past.

Phil on the other hand, fell into stride alongside Wilbur and started humming Dear Theodosia, one of his favorites.

"How are you feeling Wil?"

The words startled him, he hadn't exactly been expecting conversation.

"Uh, fine?" he said, with a slight question in his tone.

"I mean, a bit tired but nothing horrible."

Phil nodded, "OK. Just let us know if you need anything."

Wilbur couldn't help the small sigh that escaped him.

He understood that his dad meant well. That he genuinely cared and wanted to help. But this was not what Wilbur needed.

He never did well at the whole talking about your feelings thing. That was definitely Phil's department, and something he always encouraged in his kids. But somehow Wilbur never got the hand of that particular skill.

He didn't think any of them did really.

But he didn't say this, or anything remotely similar.

Instead, he just nodded and said softly, "Alright, thanks dad."

Phil smiled, laid a hand on Wilbur's shoulder, gave a small squeeze, and then he was gone.

Wilbur paused for a second, looking around at the slowly darkening sky, where the first glimpses of stars were visible.

He glanced at the trees, shaking in the slight breeze that was making him glad he wore a hoodie.

And finally, he looked back down the path, where beams of warm light could now be seen.

Wilbur took a deep inhale, readjusted his bag, and continued walking.

It was gonna be a long couple of months.

#uuummmmm #i have no clue how to tag this😅#here is my attempt at writing!#let me know if you enjoyed or have any feedback yadayada the usual #just please be kind as it's my first time writing something like this so I deeply apologize for any errors or anything ooc #i know there was someone who inspired this but i can't find the original post to save my life #i'll keep looking and it any of you know alert me plz!#and the title is from the infamous Herakles play #enjoy!#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #moosh writing

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mossdontknowwhattheydoin · 5 months

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Phil starting to call Tallulah 'mí niña' and 'my other child' makes me think about what's going to happen if Wilbur returns to the island- like I know Phil understands the situation here, he's not Tallulahs 'real' parent- and Tallulah obviously still loves her dad even though she never really got to spend time with him, hell she's spent more time with Phil than her own federation assigned father-

But if Wilbur returns how will things change? Will Tallulah still want to be around Wilbur like the old days? Will Tallulah still even trust him after all she's gone through with her father being not there for her? Phil's been there, Phils taken care of her and viewed her as his own since he met her- Phil's been there, been there to see her change, been there through everything and cared for her.

She probably views Phil as more of a dad then Wilbur at this point, right?

Wilbur probably won't even recognize his own kid if he were to come back-

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp wilbur #qsmp tallulah #rant?

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cat-mentality · 6 months

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Don't blame me, blame this post from @thesmpisonfire.

This is just a study on the possible worst case scenarios, they will be posted as reblogs and let it be known that I kissed consistency in my writing style goodbye a long time ago.

Tallulah

You could hear a pin drop on the train station's floor. For once a gathering of most of the Islanders is marked by a deep uncomfortable silence, no one is talking, no one is joking around, they are all standing by themselves or on small groups, even Foolish is uncharacteristically quiet, all tense shoulders and clenched hands, none of his usual mirth present on his face.

They all knew what was happening the moment the French were called to the train station.

It's time for another sick game of the mysterious figure responsible for taking their children. Fit was the first to be called, no one knew what the fuck was happening, what they should be expecting, nervous energy made them talk their heads off that time, sharing theories, trying to not drown on how scared they were.

Fit came back with Pomme.

And also with tales of tests and danger and fighting to save her. She lost a life in the process, he confessed to her parents as they hugged the crying little girl, and the already tense atmosphere got even worse as they all realized that Pomme was the only child allowed that mercy.

They all know now that there is a chance their children will be lost. That their life is in the hands of someone else, that there is nothing they can do but wait and pray.

When they hear the train approaching the air gets heavier, suffocatingly so.

The train stops.

The doors open.

No one leaves.

No one breathes.

Finally after what feels like a century Etoiles leaves the train.

He is crying.

No one has ever seen him cry before, most didn't think he was capable of it.

That is how they know.

Baghera comes next and she looks shell-shocked, like someone who has just experienced hell beyond comprehension. Her hands are clenching something red.

All parents are holding their breath, desperation marking the atmosphere.

Pierre is the last one to leave, Antoine having stayed behind to look after Pomme, and he is carrying a small body in his arms, tenderly wrapped in what looks like a hastily crafted blanket. His expression is unreasonable but his arms are shaking.

No one dares to step forward. They can't, rooted to the spot, fear gripping their hearts, squeezing their lungs. They can't make out anything from the body, they don't know who is about to lose part of their hearts.

"I'm sorry."

Etoiles' voice is rough, his accent thicker than they ever heard.

He is looking straight at Philza.

No one dares to say anything, no one would ever be so heartless, but the relief of everyone else is palpable.

"No." Philza's voice shakes, he takes a step back, shaking his head "No. No. No."

"I'm sorry Philza." Etoiles says again, pleading

"We tried." Baghera's voice sounds distant, as if she is somewhere far away, her hands still gripping something "We tried so hard. We were so close."

"No. No."

"Who?" Missa speaks for the first time, his hands are shaking as he leans against a wall as if that is the only thing keeping him upright, his voice barely over a whisper

They realize, maybe for the first time in this mess, that Philza has two children to lose. That even if Etoiles is speaking to him they don't know which of the children is under that blanket.

"It's Chayenne right?"

Wilbur's voice cuts the silence and all heads turn to him. His voice is shaking as badly as Missa's and tinged deeply with desperation, his hands gripping his own sweater so hard the fabric is tearing.

"It's Chayenne?" He asks again when the silence stretches more, stepping forward

"Her lungs..." Baghera speaks as if she didn't hear any of them "The air was so bad, it was so hard to breathe, there was so much smoke. She couldn't... Her asthma."

Wilbur lets out an inhuman noise.

Forever has to be supported by Pac as he stumbles, losing all his strength.

"No." Philza says again, gripping his head "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real."

"I'm so sorry." Etoiles repeats again, as if those are the only words he remembers "I'm so sorry."

"This isn't real." Philza almost screams, his grip on his own hair is so strong he is tearing it out "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up...."

Philza starts to hit his own head, repeating the same words over and over again, tears streaming down his face. Etoiles steps forwards, unsteady on his feet in a way most of them have never seen, and with shaking hands he struggles with Philza until he manages to capture his hands pulling the blonde man to his arms, half a hug half a restraining action.

Philza let out a pained scream, something gutural, from the bottom of his soul, he struggles in Etoiles' grip but it seems like all his strength is gone and he collapses against the Frenchman sobbing as Etoiles adjusts so he is supporting all of his weight.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" Etoiles keeps chanting, slipping into french halfway through but the feeling is too easy to understand

"Tallulah" Wilbur lunges forward, unstable on his feet as if he forgot how to walk, tears streaming down his face "Lulah...Lulah...."

No one knows what to do. No one moves, no one dares to breathe too loudly. Philza is screaming in grief, the sound muffled by Etoiles' armor, Forever has collapsed to the ground, Pac following him in order to offer comfort, Missa is still leaning against the wall, tears fall down from behind his mask but there is a distinct lack of tension on his shoulders, Roier leans against him, a silent reassurance.

But no one knows Wilbur enough for that, to offer him this comfort, not anymore, not after months and months and the horrors scattered in between.

They can just watch as he stumbles forward until he reaches Pierre, he stops extending his hands as if he wants to touch but he just hovers over the blanket trembling so much.

"My niña... My niña..." He whispers voice shocked and raw, finally lowering his hands enough to touch

That is what breaks him.

Wilbur lunges again, arms around his daughter as if he is trying to hold her one last time, Pierre allows him to take Tallulah from him, hovering over Wilbur's shoulder as the man holds his daughter's body like one would hold a baby.

It's probably the worst thing they ever saw.

Wilbur collapses, cradling Tallulah to his chest, sobbing so hard it's almost impossible to make out his words. It takes them a moment to realize he is attempting to sing.

"I have to wake up, I have to wake up" Philza still can be heard as Etoiles holds him for dear life, voice shattered "This can't be real, this can't be real."

"I'm sorry Philza. I'm sorry." Etoiles replies back over and over, tears still cascading down his own face

They don't know how long they stay there, static and joined in their grief, in their fear. Their children could be the next. They could be the next.

So they stay. They watch as Philza breaks in Etoiles' arms, as the warrior begs forgiveness over and over again, as Wilbur cries and cries telling his daughter everything he thought he would have time to do.

That is probably the worst part of it all- Tallulah is gone before she could feel her father's arms around her, before she could hear him apologizing for leaving, before she could finally hear him say that he loved her. All the things the little girl longed so hard to have and all that is left to receive it is as a cold body wrapped in a blanket.

Too little, too late one could say.

#i was going to do a single post but damn it would have been LONG #so in the reblog it goes #i was supposed to finish this like ages ago #but life (and the fever) kicked my ass #qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp tallulah #qsmp wilbur #qsmp philza #qsmp french

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