so... that halloween stream sure was... something. arginnit? argbur?? i am losing my mind.
figured i'd ramble about what i noticed, because god knows this won't be leaving my brain for a good while.
ARGINNIT THEORY TIME
(i feel i should mention, the reason it seems likely to be an ARG or Halloween event, as opposed to just some bit, is that it carried on for far too long and far too consistently than a bit would. in combination with it being the spooky season, and Wilbur talking about starting a new ARG in October/November, everything lines up just. a little too well.)
"Tommy quotes are in quotations" "Wilbur quotes are bold" "Everyone else is italic"
chellepop's transcript of the Wilbur call from twitter (godsend)
This is in reference to Tubbo's "HALLOWEEN STREAM w/ Tommy Ranboo Aimsey Badlinu & Billzo" [YOUTUBE and TWITCH vod links]
Theories below cut!
Tommy is acting... off, even during the apple bobbing. On his second attempt for a minute it seems like he's trying to drown himself, and even for Tommy the level of his struggle seemed a little ridiculous
Theres a couple of comments about the cold (a la argbur), but i dunno how much that counts considering it's autumn over there and water generally does that to you. though, it is notable considering Tommy continues to keep piling on more warm layers, even when inside...
Tommy says he's had a "premonition", and Ranboo asks if they're going to die. It was definitely in reference to the apple bobbing vote, and probably a bit, but still notable
This interaction; "How was it drowning?" "Well it was uh- You know, I'll- I'll- I'll- I'll- ahh- I'll um be honest-" "I think you should've stayed for longer" "I saw-" [interjection] "I- I saw- I kinda saw my life flash before my eyes, I thought about all my memories, and then I thought, 'I haven't done enough, this sucks!' uhh- and then i got transcended back to the real world" - (again, probably a bit, but notable)
Throughout the stream, it's questioned as to why Tommy is even there. It's difficult to tell whether that's just teasing, or another indicator.
And then. ah yes. Wilbah phone call. Very spooky very cool (Tommy's acting is so enjoyable to watch). Just a couple notes because no way in hell am I breaking all of that down.
Wilbur sounds.... definitely off. Almost like an announcer/stereotypical horror movie antagonist (considering his history of using different voices and tones for different characters, this seems another indicator of an ARG)
Even considering the fact that Tommy is acting off, his single-minded focus on getting Wilbur to the camera/microphone is strange, but he seems almost skittish about the others being involved in the conversation
There are several references from Tommy about being forced to "do weird shit", "saying things [he doesn't] wanna say". Does this imply coercion? Possession?
Tommy and Wilbur's focus on "beating the hell out of Williams" was maybe a little bit suspicious... (y'know, with Will/Wilbur being derivative of William and all, especially given Billzo's frequent denial of of the name)
What the fuck is this Lamborghini shit
Obviously theres the part where Wilbur seems to be instructing Tommy to fight/harm/possibly kill one of his friends, sizing them up, trying to determine what weapons Tommy has experience with.
"The knives are out right now" "A knife's not gonna tear into it" "a knife's not gonna penetrate anyone" Probably talking about a human body, possibly talking about something... else (if this is going to involve spooky stuff like possession n shit, it could involve the paranormal)
"Can they get out, by the way, can they-" "No, no, they can't." "Okay, good, good" is... yeah. It's also interesting when considering that Tommy later seems to panic at the suggestion of being let back in/having doors unlocked when he's outside
Tommy seems very willing to put himself in harm's way, especially at Wilbur's suggestion (the drowning, threats of fighting, collapsing as soon as Wilbur says "Collapse down there.", etc.)
"The collapse went-" "It looks like it's on your friend, Will" "I can't anyway, I'm pinned down from the fall" ....???
Why did Wilbur want Tommy to unplug things/switch them off so badly? What happened during the blackout?
Why aren't you having a good Halloween Wimbly Scoot? What's going on? Huh?
And then there's the whole part where Tommy goes outside.
The first time, when he's outside the window, apart from being... generally weird, the whole breathing bit seems very off. Not sure whether there's something to decode there or just Tommy Shenanigans
When Tommy goes out a second time, there's a whole struggle with doors being locked and keys and whatnot
When Tubbo suggests to let Tommy in, he starts panicking immediately, yelling out protests, aggressively finger-pointing and banging on the window, running his hands through his hair, etc. Is it because he wants to keep them in, or keep something else out?
Tommy then disappears for about 6 minutes, in which Aimsey can't find him, before returning, covered in mud and leaves, and acting dissociated, disturbed, and near-catatonic.
I've seen loads of people saying the mud is possibly from digging a grave (which does seem like a likely scenario), but it is curious that Tommy has leaves in his hair, and looks otherwise dishevelled. Could this be a sign of a struggle? A scuffle? Can't be sure.
And a last couple of notes
I've seen several people talking about a point at which Tommy's blinks create the Morse Code for "stop", but I'm not sure which point it is, and am not familiar enough with morse to check it, unfortunately
The theory of Tommy/arginnit being controlled or possessed by Wilbur/argbur seems likely. Obviously, Tommy is acting off, Wilbur is commanding him, etc, but also in the sense that Tommy seems to be attempting to fight back, somehow? Between letting everyone hear the call, the "stop" blinking, and his panic at being let inside, at least. Perhaps the leaves and dirt, attempted drowning, and so on, weren't just instructions from Wilbur, but perhaps some rather violent/extreme attempts to stop himself/whoever it is from hurting everyone else...
If Tommy's resisting Wilbur somehow, it could also explain why Wilbur's Halloween don't seem to be going so great.
obviously this is all speculation, i don't claim to own anything lol, and it's too early to know anything for sure. but goddamn.
all tommyinnit and wilbur soot know is make personas, traumatise teenagers, eat hot chip and lie 😔
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─ Careful Now
Starring; Arataki Itto x Reader
Word count; 0.6k
Warnings; 18+ minors dni or i’ll fuck ur dad + afab reader + mention of blood and injury + size difference (itto is big ok) + reader is on top.
Note; Itto was on my brain ... so have this my loves .... if this is terribly ooc we shall not discuss that, i am just so very full of him <33
The sharp edge of his horns breaks the skin of your hands, sticky and sickeningly warm blood dripping down your palms, colouring his stark white hair crimson as it drips down. You can’t bring yourself to let go just yet, gripping him tighter and tighter as the taunt knot in your stomach grows closer and closer to snapping. It’s white-hot, the pleasure that dances across your skin, like pinpricks flames threatening to consume your very being. But you’re so close.
You don’t even notice the pain in your hands or the fatigue creeping over the horizon. Your head is a mess, foggy and light, your eyes glassy and your throat raw. The feeling of being split open and stuffed so deliciously full all that you can comprehend.
Arataki Itto was so big.
That was an undeniable truth but you hadn’t realized along with a towering figure and bulging muscles meant the man would be strapped with a cock so monstrously big that no matter how hard you tried there was still so much of him you couldn’t take.
“Itto,” you moan, your lip throbbing in pain from how hard you had been biting it, “You’re so ... by the Archons ... so deep,” you gasp, tears nipping at the corner of your eyes, “I can’t ... ‘m so close.”
One of his large, scarred hands smooth up the curve of your waist, “Go ‘head,” he whispers, lazily swirling his thumb around your throbbing clit, “You can do it, you can cum for me, honey.”
Giving your hip a squeeze he gives you a smile.
It’s as dazzling as ever and had it not been for the haze surrounding you, you might have smiled back, but all noticed was his fangs. They poked out from underneath his lips, glinting in the low crackling light of the fire. The shape of them indented all across your supple skin. There’d be marks for days, all over you. The feel of them is etched into your brain. You’re hyper-aware of every of every little piece of him, steam practically blowing with the way your brain practically lights on fire. Your eyes flickering over every inch of him.
You’re unsure who you’re pleading to or why the world’s even left your lips but it does.
His name falls off your lips so naturally and you find yourself repeating it over and over again until it’s the only sound you can make. Your thighs burn but you can’t stop bouncing on his cock, the bulbous head pressed snuggly against that spongy spot so deep inside you. When it snaps you’re hot all over and you feel for a moment that you’re drowning, the ability to breath snatched away from you in an instant. Your walls spasm around his thick length, gushing and squirting as you cum.
“There you go,” he grins, chuckling at the way you crumple against his chest, “Knew ya had it in you,” your body twitches in the aftershocks, his thumb unrelenting against your clit, “Just gimme one more.”
His hair slips over his shoulders, there’s a lustful glint twinkling in his eyes.
That’s what he feels, you can see it.
“Need you nice and wet before I fuck you properly.”
You nod, hanging onto his every word. Your cunt still clenching and creaming around his cock.
“Wouldn’t wanna hurt you darlin’.”
And he never would. Even if Oni blood was coursing through his veins and compared to him you were nothing but an ant on the sidewalk. He was always so tender when you were in his embrace, making sure his sweet love was well taken care of. That’s why he had you ride him ‘til you were practically boneless. It prepared you for the good part.
“I know,” you mutter, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “And you won’t.”
“So make me yours.”
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