#dadbur brainrot

[lmanburgseulogy]

salmonduo brainrot masterpost so you guys know what I’m talking about half the time

okay so to me (and my au?) c!wilbur married c!sally very young out of fear he would die too quickly to ever be ready for a relationship. bfnozozz and that caused a lot of problems in their marriage because they were both so unprepared, but the love was still strong. I believe that for sure

still not sure how I think c!fundy was really born, I have multiple ideas and they all sound very good so I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to decide

but anyways fundy was born, maybe 8 months after, sally died while on a trip for work. they never really got to say goodbye. and I think that destroyed Wilbur because he was supposed to be the one to die for their family, not his lover. and I think he blamed himself a little bit for the accident

fundy definitely doesn’t remember a lot about sally, but knows she loved to participate in the arts. He remembers his mom picking up paintbrushes around his house and covering the walls with beautiful depictions of the sky and sea. He remembers drawn out, melodic pieces played on a ginormous brass instrument with a low grumble. but the thing he remembers most was his mother making the clothes for his family during the times when father couldn’t get as many groceries, or the house felt colder. And as he got older he wondered if the sweater Wilbur wore all the time was made by sally. Fundy was too scared to ask though, because every time he brought up mom wilbur became different than the comforting man he knew his father to be.

After Sally’s death, they moved to what became l’manburg because Wilbur couldn’t deal with living in the old house anymore. Fundy remembers the last day in the house, his dad sat in his mama’s rocking chair and stared at the paintings for hours. he remembers Wilbur being very quiet when they left. someone was missing. someone was always supposed to walk with them when they moved on from the old cabin, to bigger and better things. there were only two though.

fundy was maybe eight in fox years when they started lmanburg, and 15 when the war was declared. he aged a lot quicker because he wasn’t human and I think that caused a lot of confusion and hurt for wilbur. because that was his baby a few months ago and now fundy’s almost older than him. I think he was really jealous of other parents

but something about c!wilbur raising a child and fighting a war and running a country and having a family and doing all these things with so many eyes on him and people out for him but he played the guitar and he wrote poetry. and fundy being so young and trusting his dad and being ignored and having to fight and rebelling because that’s what he was taught to do and then everyone left him and his mama is dead but he loves and someone please assassinate me

anyways that’s all I have for now :3

[mayhemrea]

Tallulah and Chayanne playing ball <333

[mysticalsoot]

some dadbur hc's coming to screens near you tonight 👀

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Molting Season

by nomadic_swallow

The phantom’s eyes are round, no longer like the blades they so often are. There’s no predator and prey, only Tommy and Wilbur.

Tommy’s throat chokes as he swallows another call, only prompting Wilbur to ask again.

“What’s- what’s wrong?”

Tommy squeezes his eyes shut and tightens his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the next begging screech that pierces the air. He can’t stop his crowing. The unanswered pleas for love, for protection, flock, family, somebody, anybody-

Tommy looks up.

Wilbur.

-•-

Or: Tommy is molting, meaning he’s high on instincts, and being a foster kid, low on flock. Enter Wilbur, who is a little too protective over who he considers family.

Or or: brother and dadbur instincts fluff

Words: 10372, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of I will one day have legal custody over the 'Touch-Starved TommyInnit' tag, Part 15 of crimeboys brainrot my beloved

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Protective Wilbur Soot, Hybrids, Phantom Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Chicken TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Animal Instincts, Paternal Instinct, Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Foster Care, Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Scared TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Gets a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, Imprinting, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Kissing, Good Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Possessive Wilbur Soot, Touch-Starved TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot is a Mess, dadbur, brotherbur leaning so heavily on dadbur that it falls and dadbur is all thats left, Platonic Relationships, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot, eventually

[toiletwipes]

literally FUCK the qsmp because now everybody has dadbur brainrot and SO DO I

>:3 HAH YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO HOT DAD WILBUR

[blissfali]

going back to my roots writing fanfic lore in a lined notebook <- brainrotting postpost apocalypse /r tntduo and dadbur au

[stellocchia]

Okay but have we talked about how wilbur (and maybe dream) reveal tommy is their kid in the dadbur au. If literally anyone knows/figured it out? Bc personally I see wilbur probably let something slip, at like 2 am once in L'Manberg-ish era, to Niki who then might of said something during her murder-tommy arc

I think I talked about it with @ladycatland who helped me come up with a lot of this AU.

But basically the idea we came up with was Wilbur letting it slip during a fight with Phil (possibly with Fundy there as well). Something along the lines of Wilbur getting upset because of Phil's "know better" attitude and telling him exactly how much he doesn't know about him which ends with the: "You didn't even know that Tommy is my son!" or something along those lines.

I'd prefer for Fundy to be there as well just because this AU focuses a lot on the whole family relationship and because I think it would be interesting for Fundy to re-examine his relationships in light of this, which would end up with him confronting Tommy to know why he never told him they were brothers and Tommy finding out that way.

If Dream was the other parent though I have no idea of how he'd find out. Perhaps through Wilbur telling him (once again), only this time it's because he's happy about it since Dream is his hero and all that. They can simply have a "happy" little family... right out of Tommy's worst nightmare.

That said Wilbur did manage to never reveal it before that and he was honestly astonished that his half-assed lies survived him being dead for six months considering that one conversation about him and how they saw him between Tommy and Phil could have made it crumble in seconds...

[crystalirises]

Tis a brainrot fic for an AU that had me dead. Anyway, have Dadgy and Sondy, unfortunately Dadbur is not here lmao.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31985884/chapters/79381216

The humans had been dealt with, the ashes of his children placed in an intricately designed urn.

George found himself inside the silent end portal room, his heart heavy in his chest while he kept himself from breaking into pieces. The humans had been easy, their heads cracking so easily against the stone walls of the cave, but the damage had been done. An entire cluster of his children, gone in a flash of fire. His whole being shook with anger and unshed tears. They had been happy, his children. Little mushroom babies, all of them ready to see the world and explore.

Then those humans had broken into the stronghold and… bastards, all of them. George had left their carcasses to rot in their own mineshaft. Let their families never see them again. They’ve certainly ruined any chance for George to have one of his own anyway. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers still coated in bits of ash and blood. His heart was grieving. Perhaps he should have expected this. He should have known what the god’s deal had been, perhaps he was meant to be alone until the world itself collapsed. Still, his entire being trembled with grief.

It took hours for him to realize that there was a small voice crying in the back of his mind.

He found himself racing back towards the wall where the cluster had been. His sorrow-addled mind was playing tricks on him, surely. Then why was he checking? Why give himself hope?

George tried not to look at the scattered remains on the ground, the ashes he hadn’t been able to fully clean up. He tried not to curse himself for that, it was impossible to count every bit of soot. Where a once lively cluster once was, now there remained a scorched stone wall. His anger rose once more, the need to poison any being that crossed his path rising before it dwindled into a muted hate. He couldn’t afford to let out any negative emotion. Not when there was a small and warm orange glow coming from a tiny crevice in the wall. He hadn’t known it was there before, his children having covered it from his view. He took a deep breath, slowly stepping towards it.

He heard a frightened cry, both within his mind and in his ears. He quickly stepped towards the crevice, unable to contain his excitement. Maybe one of his babies had survived, just maybe… 

Golden-flecked brown eyes stared up at him in fear, the little mushroom baby clambering away from him and deeper into the crevice. They were emitting an orange glow, a light that was warming George’s freezing heart. The baby was small, smaller than any of their siblings had been. He tried to reach for their bond, the natural bond that their kind usually shared between parent and offspring. George felt guilty once he realized that their connection was weak, nearly non-existent. This little baby had grown far away from their siblings, far from George’s care.

They were scared, confused perhaps by the sudden quiet in their mind. George had been scared too. He had been away, on the other side of the stronghold when the voices in his head suddenly lulled to a stop. It hadn’t taken him long to realize what had happened. It didn’t take him long to inflict justice upon the people who had taken so much from him. His baby - his only child now - was scared of the silence too. George sighed, he’d have to change that, strengthen their bond.

“Hi…” His voice was soft, gentle that it wouldn’t cause alarm to the baby. The little mushroom whined, trying to back away but they had reached the dead end of the crevice. They were shivering, holding their little arms close to their chest. George squinted, gasping once he noticed the burn marks that covered one of the baby’s arms. They had lived, but they were injured. He forced himself to stay calm, resisted the urge to reach into the crevice and grab the poor baby. George didn’t want their bond to be ruined by his own desperation. This was his last child, he was going to do his best to make them trust him. Gods, his baby was so small. “Hi, little one…”

The baby closed their eyes. George tried not to laugh at their tactic. If you can’t see them, they can’t see you. He could have spent the entire day trying to coax his child out of the crevice, but he couldn’t afford to waste time. Not when his baby was injured. “Hungry? Are you hungry?”

That immediately caught their attention. Soon enough, the baby was laying on George’s palm.

They were so… small. He tried not to cry when they nuzzled against George’s palm, content and warm in his hold. They were blinking up at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion but they hadn’t raced back towards the safety of the crevice. George slowly stepped back, glad to find that the baby was no longer whimpering in terror. They had begun to latch onto the bond, perhaps in response to the idea of getting food. George chuckled at that, feeling his tears finally fall past his cheeks. The baby didn’t seem to notice, snuggling closer into the palm of George’s hand, a small yawn escaping their lips. His poor little baby seemed awfully sleepy… “Siblings? Where go?”

He froze. He knew where his other children had gone (gone to a better place, he hoped) but he wasn’t sure he could ever bring himself to say it out loud. His only child was looking up at him now, eyes slowly drooping close every now and then but refusing to actually go to sleep. George pressed his lips together, letting out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He walked away from the scorched wall, heading back towards the room he had considered his bedroom.

“Gone. They’re gone. But don’t worry. I’m here. I’ll always be here. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

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I am sad ;-;

[lmanburgseulogy]

wilbur distanced himself from fundy because he couldn't stand seeing his little champion grow older than him when other parent's kids were still young and growing up while his "kid" was already a adult with responsibilities while technically a little kid in human years

YES EXACTLY!!!!!

[wooteena]

theyre british your honour

Like father like son

[mayhemrea]

Chayanne is definitely that one kid that can never take pictures seriously istg 😭 he definitely gets photoshopped in the picture 99.99% percent of the time

[mysticalsoot]

dadbur hc's to feel something

a/n; I am struggling to write full fledged fics rn so I let the brainrot win and I've now done...this. don't ask. also, thank you to lilly and elliot for decided what hc's I was meant to write, y'all are awesome and I love you both dearly<3

warnings; not much!! mentions of pregnancy, health issues (just general idea), pain mentions, this may worsen baby fever, sorry not my fault, blame wilbur.

reader is gn but in some cases afab!! (it's optional to read those parts, dw!)

masterlist (requests are open btw!)

—★—

- absolutely hated children as a teen and early 20-something

- babysat one baby of his friends and it was over for him

- absolutely adored that little baby and nearly cried when he had to leave them

- now as a husband, he wanted a kid so bad

- constantly gushing when he passes by baby shops or just melts when he sees a baby

- horrible baby fever. sorry to you.

- won't ever push the issue, but still mentions it and communicates clearly that he does want kids but he especially wants kids with you. heart melted

- if you don't want kids at the moment, he will absolutely respect that and will definitely do his best to shut up during bouts of baby fever

- I mean how could he not!! they're so adorable!!

- once you do actually have a kid, regardless of what way—he's doing anything and everything he can to prepare.

- he's buying parenting books; how to create healthy habits with your baby, how to raise a compassionate child, what to do and what not to do when becoming a parent

- he bought soo many baby outfits and onesies—all the way up to a year old. even grabbed some premie sizes, just in case.

- the nursery was set up almost immediately, a nature theme. he suggested a Minecraft theme but you shot that down immediately. there was pouting involved.

- but, you came to a compromise; dark green walls, light yellow accents, browns, etc. you even let him make Minecraft bees out of those wooden blocks and you thought they were the cutest thing ever. there were also stuffies of Minecraft animals scattered on shelves and on furniture. (please take Amazon away from this man, it's so dangerous).

- in the case of pregnancy; he was very insistent on being sure that both baby and you were in perfect health. and he never let you do more than he thought was appropriate.

- dishes? nope that's a father's job. going down the stairs? right by your side, watching your every step and yes, will make you hold his hand.

- to most others he was overbearing—but he was always like that and the whole pregnancy thing just enhanced it

- Wilbur is anxious and he never does well with medical or health things at all, his mind constantly running wild with various possibilities. it was scary for him.

- so yes, you'd get off dish nights and would be chaperoned down the stairs.

- but he also made sure you had your medicine on time, he documented every pain and complaint you had.

- he had already learnt the face you made when you were in any sort of pain—so he was right on top of it almost immediately.

- asking what hurt, what number of pain, how he could help, etc.

- he is an absolute sweetheart all of the time, but his softness was brought out by the entire experience.

- when the baby was born, or rather adopted—whichever way it happened—he cried. he cried a lot.

- he held the little one so gently, but so tightly in his arms

- he was insistent to not push gender roles onto the kiddos, but he did have two names picked out for a boy or a girl (or rather you picked them out and he agreed with them before you told him the reasoning)

- Willow for a girl and Spencer for a boy

- you didn't tell him until after the name was finalized that both options were after him

- he was so flustered and jokingly scolded you, but in reality, he loved it

- he felt so happy and so proud

- so joyful that you felt he was worthy enough to indirectly name a child after him, your child, his child.

- he was an absolute sweetie to the little one, and they took very quickly to him as well—immediately grasping onto his fingers as soon as they had the ability and cooing any time they saw him

- it melted his heart each and every time and it never stopped

- when the little one was older, they often took up the habit of grabbing at his hair or his glasses and sometimes his ears

- you found it to be the cutest thing ever and so did he he cried almost every time

- they absolutely adored their father, and if you didn't know better, you'd say they liked him better than you!

- when it came time to go back to work, to back to gigs and shows with Lovejoy

- Wilbur took off two weeks of work entirely beforehand, just to spend with you and the little one

- obviously he'd been on some sort of break since the baby was born/adopted/etc, but he still did things here and there, streamed a couple of times, went into the studio occasionally, etc

- but now that he was going to be physically gone a lot more, he knew he had to spend it wisely. and wisely did he spend it.

- most of the time was spent lying in bed with you on one side, him on the other and the baby lying on their back between you too.

- you'd both coo at them, tickle them, and talk to them

- oh did Wilbur love to sing to them, anything at all!

- he even came up with a few lullabies for them

- you'd watch from the door of the nursery as he'd rock them to sleep, humming a tune or singing the lyrics he came up just for them

- it killed you and totally didn't make you want another

- he was overall the sweetest father, and it became more evident when he had to leave for a while

- he'd call every morning, lunch and dinner as long as he didn't have anything

- and he would be so so sure that it was that time for you, it didn't matter what time it was for him as long as it was that time of day for you and his little baby

- he may have FaceTimed you and the baby during a few soundchecks, shh don't tell Dave!

- he would smile so big at the camera and wave at your little one

- he'd show them off to his band mates and they'd all coo at the little one, talking about how much alike they look like you and wilbur

- you personally thought they looked most like their father, his eyes, lips, ears. they might as well have been a spitting image of him! you looked at baby photos too

- Wilbur, on the other hand, begged to differ. he was very very insistent they looked just like you and nothing like him.

- it was most likely perception and bias that caused you both to think this way, but neither of you really cared all that much

- on days he couldn't call, for whatever reason, sometimes you'd play one of his old streams on the TV.

- the little one always responded to his voice and it seemed to calm them, usually into a sleep

- so just chatting streams and ycgma were go tos for sleepless nights lovejoys stuff kept them up and giggling

- when he was there for sleepless nights, he'd walk them around in his arms and talk about the most random things until they fell asleep

- he even offered to baby wear a lot more than most fathers did

- he just wanted to be close to them, and it always gave you a break, so he thought it'd be a double deal

- and it was! you'd get your nap, and so did the baby and Wilbur would just be gushing over his little one a few tears always shed

- he would sit with the baby on his leg when he was at his desk working, one arm snaked around them and his other on his mouse or keyboard

- at first, working was very cumbersome with the kiddo but he eventually found a work flow that worked and bouncing them on his knee helped keep things calm

- you were both hesitant to show your child on the internet and you didn't for a very long time, while people knew of them, it wasn't like photos were posted or they showed up on stream

- until, when the kiddo was about 2 or 3, they decided they missed their daddy and went running into the office when you weren't looking (I'll be using Willow as an example)

"Daddy!" Willow yelled or rather screamed out in that typical toddler way, running over to her dad's office chair.

She didn't know her father was live or working and she was much too young to understand it anyway—and the color drained from Wilbur's face when he realized. It was much too late now, chat was already spamming "Dadbur?!?" and "Baby Gold!!!"

Willow did her best to climb the side of her dad's chair before he sighed, a big smile on his face and he lifted her up by her armpits and placed her on his knee, first facing him so the camera didn't see.

"You wanna be on camera, sweetie?" He asked, realizing now how much trouble he may get in with you—but the giggle from his daughter and the smile on her face was so worth it, he didn't care.

"Yeah! Yeah!" And so he turned her around to face his PC and the camera.

"Wave to chat, lovebug!" He snaked his arm around her waist and waved with his own hand, his head dipped down to watch her. He had the softest, most loving smile on his face. He loved his little girl so so much, and he knew how it showed.

Willow waved and giggled, "Hi chat!!" and chat began spamming; "Baby Gold, hi!!" and "WILLOW!!"

It was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

And he desperately hoped he wouldn't get in too much trouble.

He spent the rest of the stream talking to chat, but mostly looking at his little girl as he conversed with her.

- it was over by then, and the little kiddo would make an appearance as much as you would allow

- and you were far from angry—you cried when you saw the clips—you were just frustrated he didn't go to you first yet you realized, he couldn't. your kid was much too like his father and much much too like you. stubborn and energetic.

- they only got more sassy and opinionated as they grew, and they most definitely became a spitting image of wilbur

- maybe #2 would look more like you

- oh, and don't let him wear plain tshirts unless you want more kids, that's all I'm saying

tags; @lillylvjy @lvrboysoot (if you want to be on a taglist thing, just send an ask and I'll add you!)

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

An Endless Dance, 'Round And 'Round Again

by alastair_has_stairs

"You worry too much." He huffs, pulling the seatbelt across his torso and clicking it in.

Wilbur purses his lips, hands tightening around the steering wheel. He looks unhappy. Tommy raises an eyebrow, feeling slightly uneasy. "You don't worry nearly enough." Wilbur sighs, glare softening into something worried.

"That sounds like an insult." Tommy says, crossing his arms.

"Maybe it is." Wilbur bites, reaching over to press his knuckles against Tommy's cheek, quickly wincing and pulling his hand back. Tommy leans into the warmth for the split second it's there. "This is why I told you to wait inside." The man hisses, turning the heater up and pointing the air vents towards him.

Or; Tommy is touch-starved.

Title from Unbearable Beauty by Ashbury Heights.

Words: 2396, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 86 of Dadbur brainrot

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson, Jack Manifold, Niki | Nihachu

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot, Touch-Starved TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot is TommyInnit's Parent, Wilbur Soot Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, TommyInnit is a Menace (Video Blogging RPF), Pet Names, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Kissing, Wilbur Soot Calls TommyInnit Pet Names, Protective Wilbur Soot, Clingy Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Just a Little Guy (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot is Good at Feelings, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Gets a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Gives a Hug

[premordial-soupgod]

Wilbro/dadbur brainrot pogchamp this is how I deal with grief ahahagahahshahfwgawdaaaa

My good god Lilian it happened again. Our boy is dead. Our angsty boy is gone.

you know what its fine, Wilbro content

[stellocchia]

You gave me dadbur brainrot how could you, not to fucking mention dad dream like jfc it's all so awful I love it, then there's Fundy and Tommy as brother bro your mind how's it feel being the smartest person, any chance you got more headcanons for it lmao

Glad you enjoy my cursed AU!

And hmmm... let me think.

I haven't given that many headcanons on Dream being Tommy's dad, so let me rectify that first and foremost.

So, I don't know if I talked about it, but I think that Dream would find out he's the other parent only once he's out of prison. Possibly, if it's the Syndicate that freed him and Phil and Wilbur already had their fight, he may actually find out from Phil directly.

Now, how he'd react after that may be interesting. He'd probably go to Wilbur first to get some more information because he likes to be prepared about stuff in general. But then I don't think he would wait much to go bother Tommy directly, be it to get Tommy to join him or straight up kidnap him again (because that's apparently his modus operandi). I definitely do think that he would feel even more entitled to Tommy in general than he already does in canon, which is saying something...

And then, for some other headcanons:

One of my favourite things about this AU is that it allows Fundy and Tommy to bond. Because both of them really need a friend, and canon never gives either of them a break. And... you know... since Fundy is part of Las Nevadas this could give us Tommy joining Las Nevadas to get some breathing time away from Wilbur...

And, on top of that, it does give him the opportunity to meet Yogurt. He'd probably either think it's a weird dog or just a weird child, but we all know he's got a soft spot for both kids and animals so bonding time there too!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Wearing My Heart On My Sleeve

by alastair_has_stairs

The moment doesn't get a chance to last very long before he hears a loud meow, making him lift his head and turn towards the sound.

Standing a few metres away is a black cat, staring at him with glowing yellow eyes. When Tommy looks closer, the cat has a patch of much lighter fur on their right shoulder. Looking even closer than that, the patch matches his fur.

Before the realisation gets to fully set in, Wilbur is sitting where the cat just was.

Wilbur is the cat.

Or; Platonic soulmate, cat shifter crimeboys.

Words: 1835, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 67 of Dadbur brainrot, Part 14 of Cat shifter crimeboys

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Cat Shifter TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cat Shifter Wilbur Soot, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit is a Menace (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot is TommyInnit's Parent, Wilbur Soot Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Protective Wilbur Soot, Possessive Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit is a Ray of Sunshine (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Just a Little Guy (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Loved (Video Blogging RPF), Pet Names, Platonic Kissing, Platonic Cuddling, Wilbur Soot Calls TommyInnit Pet Names, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot is So Done, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Fluff, TommyInnit Gets a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Gives a Hug, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit Live Together, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Bonding, Soft Wilbur Soot, Clingy Wilbur Soot, Clingy TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Good Parent Wilbur Soot, Happy TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)