#featuring Wilbur severed head

[rainystressed247]

Hello! This is about your the villain needs therapy au:

Ok soooo Wilbur. Alone,. With Dream . Oh boy

I have so many questions, how did he got in? Does sam know about this ? And omg the first Wilbur does is choke Dream like..does Dream think he is his new "sir" ??cuz if he does then I guess rip Wilbur 🙏 and when was Wilbur revived, was it before or after the "incident " this is just sooo interesting !!😆😆😆😆

I'm so in love with this au🥲 honestly been brainrotting so hard

Anyway I love your au and your art! is just *mou7* chef's kiss ❤❤

Casualties +1

Note: them looking alike is a reference to Wil and techno being ‘twins’. Sam is running on no sleep for a week, you can see how he gets them confused.

This occurs after the ‘incident’ as Dream is in a straight jacket. He was only put into the straight jacket after the ‘incident’ so this will ease you guys in identifying the timeline!

His memory is sporadic and depending on who is in front of him, he will have different response! And while he doesn’t see Wil as ‘sir’, it doesn’t mean he can’t return what is done to him.

[peterrefur]

Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x F!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers!  After all, she loves me! And I love her!"  

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool. 

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body. 

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future,  'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes. 

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century. 

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground. 

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring. 

"Jared is just a problem. He made her sad. With me, she'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside. 

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight. 

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom. 

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair. 

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you. 

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure. 

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster. 

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket. 

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last. 

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.  

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more. 

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before. 

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything. 

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he ran from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched ass, to run them over your pussy with a little more pressure, and finally with his middle finger made a few circles on your clit. 

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance. 

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He could feel his nose touching your anus. He could feel how simultaneously sweet but somehow salty you were, in his mind you were perfectly balanced. Delicious, perfectly balanced between the sweet and the bitter. He stepped back to catch his air, breathing in, watching how wet you had become. The question that plagued him was 'did he make you like this' or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he treats you led you to this state. 

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you. 

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside. 

If you were lying on your back right now it would make it easier for him to caress your clit, but he knew well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, pulled his fingers out, wet from caressing you, and smiled triumphantly. 

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario. 

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted. 

Right?  

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your pussy for him. Just for him and only for him. 

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then. 

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better. 

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable. 

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue. 

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you. 

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more. 

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break. 

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly. 

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead. 

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else. 

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it. 

Accelerating his movements he watched your every move, every breath. Trying to read you, breathing hard he rested his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your pussy. He leaned in more, but continued to penetrate you, at the same time attacking your clit. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears. 

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you. 

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding. 

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you. 

How much you need him.  

Because you need him don't you?  

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible. 

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements. 

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop. 

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you. 

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!" 

"Shh, it's okay darling. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that. 

Contracting both legs, you felt your muscles begin to shake on their own, his movements slowing as you felt his dick begin to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you. 

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss. 

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his leg, he inserted his middle and ring finger into you. 

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him.

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results. 

"Stop it!" he said, slapping your clitoris lightly but nevertheless with discipline "You like that! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building up inside you since you woke up. 

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating. 

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling your thighs clench again, trying to hold back the pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you. 

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist. 

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.  

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more. 

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away. 

“You love me, no matter what I do.”  

[arinninjagosleftovers]

q!Tubbo Headcanons

This is gonna be a long one, so buckle up! There’s gonna be several sections and some headcanons are from other people and I will not care if you ‘steal’ mine, in fact I will actively encourage you to do so

All of this will be about the cubitos, even if I didn't put q! before every name

Visual (Outsider perspective)

His eyes looks like they’re clouded in a way? very muted, almost grey, green

He has a bunch of scars running across his face and assumably the rest of his body that looks like lightning or cracks

Brown hair with blonde tips, but when he joined it was just blonde

He’s missing an arm from spinning the wheel and replaced is with a robotic one that he can change depending on what tool he needs

He looks like some sort of avian. Sometimes.

...and sometimes, he looks like some sort of dragon.

Sometimes he looks like a goat!

Species

Tubbo is a very specific type of shapeshifter! He takes on traits from the people he hangs around the most, or the people he trusts a lot. And the eggs recognise that which is why Chayanne calls him an egg - because they do it too!

Some traits include

— The blonde hair, he got it from Phil, the reason it’s mainly brown now is because of Coypiso (will explain more)

— Feathers that kinda look like wings, got them from Phil

— Fangs, he got them from the eggs

— Talons/claws, from both Phil and Pac

It’s mostly from Phil, because they knew each other before Tubbo was unfrozen, and also I think Tubbo would say his prosthetic is enough mimicking Pac and Fit

He can hide these features, and he does with the wings because they get in the wings. When he first joined the island, he shifted between the different traits he's picked up on over the years (goat/bugs/avian/dragon) and depending on who he was talking to he was a different one. All of them included talons, and later on fangs after meeting the eggs.

Tubbo and god.

Tubbo is friends with a lot of demigods and knows a Goddess, who happens to be the wife of Philza!

The three that are the most present in his life on the island are

— Tommyinnit

— Bekymon

— piso4 / coypiso

Some posts that are related to this

What they’re demigods of

Who Tubbo follows also more thoughts on the demigods, how Tubbo connects with them etc

Who Tommy is connected to (and also how that relates to Phil and Wilbur)

The lightning that strikes him down? I don't think that's the feds. I think the admins and federation should be seperated more because they are. The admins are the ones striking Tubbo with lightning and blinding him. The admins are a higher power. That also absolutely hates Tubbo's guts because he has befriended three demigods, possibly more, and knows the Angel of Death, and the actual Goddess of Death. And their son, Wilbur.

He gets possessed by people a lot!! He's such a vessel and constantly has people talking inside his head or taking over his body. Chat is actually voices inside his head.

Just silly extra stuff

This is kind of species thing but also.. not? Tubbo can hear machines in a way only really aypierre can? Even then it's very different, because pierre speaks to the machines. Tubbo doesn't. Tubbo just like.. gets them.

Tubbo straight up has a phone. Why? Who knows! How did he get it? Good question! Why on god's green earth is the federation letting him keep it? Because they don't even know he has one. Who does, you ask? Nobody! Except for Chayanne because he called Jack Manifold that one time. Tubbo only uses it to call his friends and text his parents. He doesn't even realize he could use it to get out of here, or that maybe he should tell people he has phone.

The reason for Tubbo's eyes looking cloudy is mostly visual design! His vision is so much worse because of the fact he gets blinded by the admins so much that it permanently affected his eyesight. His goggles help him see better, he added prescription to them so he could see.

This post will absolutely get added onto as time goes on, I hope everyone who read this like my silly headcanons

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Whumptober Day 5: Hostage and Kidnapping.

L’Manberg hostage AU. When Tommy went to trade his freedom for the discs, Dream pulled a weapon on him and abducted him as a hostage- locking him in Eret's castle in a gilded cage. Warnings for self victim blaming, kidnapping, abuse, isolation, psychological torture, severe mental health issues caused by intentional isolation, manipulation, suicidal thoughts, self harm, blood, self hatred, and dependency.

ao3 link

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Tommy’s wings were clipped.

That belied the truth of his captivity. His cage was gilded, yes, but it was a cage nonetheless. There were no bars on the window, no locks on the door, and his room was probably larger than L’Manberg itself was, yet that felt more like a taunt than kindness.

Dream didn’t even need to fucking do it. His wings were shit anyway, far too small to fly on, but Dream had cut the feathers off regardless, a pointless act of cruelty Tommy still struggled to wrap his head around. 

He thought Dream was- yeah, a bit of a fucking prick, and absurdly weird about L’Manberg and shit, but his friend. Like, a bit of a shitty friend, but a friend. He tried to take the discs and shit, but he wasn’t cruel, just… controlling. Really fucking controlling. Yeah.

Maybe that was why he’d done it, some sort of weird mind game to get him to listen or some shit. Yeah. Yeah, that had to be it, because it’s not like Dream would be, like, actually fucking evil. Just scary and weird. He’d made sure Tommy had nice food and free roam of Eret’s stupid castle and brought him gifts every time he visited, after all. He just was a goddamn weirdo, not cruel. He didn’t like to make Tommy suffer, right?

Prime, he was going crazy locked up in here.

He hadn’t even been allowed in the courtyards, and not being able to go touch some fucking grass was maddening. He missed the feeling of the sun in his hair, bathing in the river, spending time with anyone but Dream. Even Eret avoided him nervously, and Tommy was pretty sure it wasn’t out of guilt. Honestly, at this point, Tommy didn’t even care. He’d talk to the fucking Devil if it meant not talking to the walls except for the scattered occasions Dream showed up.

It had been a week.

Impatiently, Tommy tapped his claws on the windows of his room- stained glass, painting Tommy’s cell in bright, cheerful colours like some sort of mockery. A week. Dream had never been that long before.

And, yeah, he knew why, but that didn’t make it any less agonising. Tommy wasn’t kept here as some sort of sick fucking joke. Not entirely, at least. He was here for- well, Dream called it “insurance”, but he was pretty sure he was just a hostage at this point. As long as L’Manberg “behaved” (Tommy involuntarily shuddered, remembering the way Dream said that), Tommy would remain unhurt.

Tommy didn’t like thinking about what would happen if they didn’t.

It wasn’t hard to imagine, though. The scar across his neck still ached, still made it hard to speak above a painfully quiet tone, one with an unTommylike softness that felt like another cage. He felt like a songbird with its ability to sing ripped out, except instead of singing, he’d shout swears, but that was nearly the same thing he reckoned. Wilbur swore a lot in his songs, he thought he remembered. He couldn’t entirely be sure.

He couldn’t even remember his face.

He could remember Dream’s face but not his own brothers. Sometimes, he pictured Wilbur in his head with the same pointy features and rows of lamprey-like teeth Dream had beneath his mask. Sometimes, he pictured Dream as his brother, unable to remember the difference.

But there was. Wilbur wouldn’t clip his wings. Wilbur wouldn’t lock him up for some dumb political shit. Wilbur wouldn’t hold an axe to his throat and tell him to do exactly what he said, or he’d kill him permanently.

He just wanted to see, maybe, if he could trade the discs, his freedom for L’Manberg’s, Dream would listen. Whether he was more of a control freak over him or everyone else. In hindsight, that felt fucking stupid. Of course, Dream would find a way to get both, because he was fucking scary as all Hell. That was Tommy’s fault, really.

He was fucking stupid, and the scar on his neck was a permanent branding of that fact on his skin, forever telling the world he was an idiot and a pussy. Maybe it was almost good Dream kept him locked up like a fucking prisoner, Tubbo would laugh at him so hard if he saw it. 

Apparently, L’Manberg thought he was a fucking idiot anyway and they were super fucking mad at him, anyway. That’s what Dream said, and Tommy genuinely didn’t have a clue as to why he’d lie about that. Yeah, he’d, like, captured him, but that was because of shitty ass politics, and he was a dick, but that was because he was a clingy ass control freak. But why would he want him to hate L’Manberg? If he didn’t want to be a part of L’Manberg anymore, it’d kind of defeat the whole purpose, right?

It didn’t feel right that Tubbo and Wilbur would do that. Fundy maybe, he was a right prick sometimes, but it still felt very, very wrong. Maybe they weren’t as good as Tommy thought.

Maybe it was a good thing Dream was his only friend, anymore.

No. No, fuck that! This was fucking shitty as all Hell. Tommy wanted to beat some sense into Dream, tear him a right new one as he told him exactly how much of a dick he was. Fucking asshole. He hated him.

Fuck, no, that wasn’t right either. Dream wasn’t so bad. Dream was his friend. Dream just wanted to help. Every time Dream came around, Tommy couldn’t help but follow him like a lost puppy, and even a Big Man like him cried when he left, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. He just wished Dream visited more, and that they could do more things together. He wished Dream really was his brother.

He didn’t fucking know. Being alone made his brain all wobbly, like it was trying to fill up the empty space of words and shit with its own Primes be damned nonsense. Even repeating the hymns and prayers he had memorised didn’t help, the book Dream had gotten him with like a million pages frayed and tattered and the words seared into his mind. They were almost silence themselves, a comfortable hum that certainly didn’t reach the Primes.

Or maybe they had, and They’d deemed him unfit to be free. Maybe he deserved this.

Tommy pressed his finger onto the scabby wound across his neck and rhythmically started scratching at them. It hurt, it hurt like fucking Hell, but it was better than the pain in his head. And yeah, Dream would be pissed at him, because hurting himself meant he was weak and stupid and shit, but he already knew that. If he knew what made Dream come in a bad mood, then he knew what to do to avoid it.

The last time he visited, he was pissed about something that Tommy couldn’t figure out. He’d said something wrong, and Dream had hit him. Fucking hit him, right across the face. It wasn’t hard; it didn’t leave any marks, so it wasn’t really that bad, but he’d hit him. And then he’d stormed off, and he hadn’t been back in seven days.

At first, Tommy was glad. Fucking asshole had hit him, after all. That was, like, abuse and shit. As the days passed, though, Tommy would have given anything for him to just come back. He’d have let him hit him a million times, because he must have deserved it, and he’d work so hard to make sure he never did anything wrong again. Prime, he was a fucking weepy mess around four days in. Eret had given him some sympathy and had, like, a three-minute conversation with him in hushed whispers after that, and Tommy had regained some sense of sanity, but both trains of thoughts felt both right and wrong. It was fucking confusing.

He didn’t really care if Dream hit him again right now. He’d done worse. When Tommy had met him on the Prime Path, stupid and naïve and childish, he’d held the crackling diamond of his axe against his neck, magic running through it and burning at his skin. And stupidly, Tommy had tried to fight.

It was agonising, the feeling of something razor-sharp digging its way into his skin and not stopping when it met something that hurt even more. Tommy had gone limp from pain, and the rest of the day was a blur. He remembered vaguely being physically dragged across the path- he’d had splinters in his ankles for a few days, until Dream was able to bring potions- and shouting as he entered the castle. He remembered being wrapped in blankets, and something numbing rubbed into his wounds as they were sewn shut. He remembered being tucked into his oversized bed like a little kid, and he remembered not sleeping all night.

Dream denied it was a kidnapping, and Tommy learnt to stop pushing that button quickly, but it was undoubtedly a kidnapping. He literally had a weapon held to his throat and was dragged away and locked away in a cell, even if it was one so fucking fancy it made Tommy want to puke. It was- well, it gave him even more fucking P to the TSD if he were to be honest. He woke up clawing at his bedsheets at memories of something digging through his neck until it hit bone, hands dragging him across spikes and throwing him into the darkest pit.

Tommy dug his nails in deeper, until he felt lightheaded.

Pulling away, he absently stained the windows in red, drawing little doodles with his blood-soaked fingers. A circle, two dots, and then a smile. He laughed once he realised what he’d drawn- Dream’s mask. Stupid fucking thing. Dream didn’t even really wear it when visiting, he said he thought it might freak out Tommy even more, considering how “unfortunate” his situation was. Tommy just got the vibe he was sick of the thing and had to find a way to justify it, but whatever.

Something felt less wrong with the Dream drawing beside him, somehow. Tommy relaxed, letting his head rest against the glass as he started to feel sleepy. It wasn’t too much blood loss, he unfortunately wasn’t going to die or anything, but he got tired as shit after those outbursts. Maybe when he woke up, Dream would be there, and he could stop slowly going mad in this prison made of gilded lies.

Or maybe he’d driven Dream away for good, and he’d die here with nothing but a fake doodle for company. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have deserved that fate.

[thespoonisvictory]

Top Ten Most Wilbur Streams Ever:

rules: no dsmp lore streams, no music streams. I also tried to pick one from each ‘category’ of wilbur streams.

10. ‘If Niki Laughs the Stream Ends’ - feat. Niki

I showed extreme self-restraint in not adding more Niki-Wilbur solo streams. Anyway, this is the most enjoyable Wilbur ylyl vod, and one of the best of the Niki-Wilbur chill content genre. Besides their great chemistry, the Shawty bit is one of my favorites from the chat, and Niki losing it at the dumbest videos is just really enjoyable.

9. ‘mcc 12 - How long can I go without saying 'Gogy' ‘- feat. TapL, Phil, George

This team got first place four games in a row, had everyone in the top ten at one point, and looked great doing it. Wilbur’s chemistry with TapL and George despite having not made much content with them is off the charts, and it’s generally just such a fun vod to watch. Not only that, but their complete dominance and ease in so many games make this a really satisfying pov to watch, making this a rare vod where the gameplay and jokes are both at the top of their game. their communication and morale and skills and insane battle box comeback make this vod my favorite mcc team for Wilbur.

8. ‘Ultimate Chicken Horse (Post-nap stream)’ - feat. Niki, Fundy, Phil, and Tommy

Just a good time. Peak early dream smp content groups where people were just trying different dynamics out. Fundy shrieking when he died, everyone doing so poorly. They spend twenty minutes at the beginning trying to get Tommy to leave so Niki can play, some random dude accidentally joins. Cinema.

7. ‘Text-To-Speech Mediashare’ - feat. Phil’s assistance

Chaotic energy in the year of our lord 2020. The premise is simple: typing in chat activates a voice command, such as the word “clap” producing a clapping sound. This, as you can imagine, goes horribly, and breaks several times, while generally being overwhelming. At one point, Wilbur thinks he broke the entirety of twitch. This is where the clip of him reacting to the pigeon’s head coming off is from, it’s top tier.

6. ‘Minecraft 100 Player Lab Rat Experiment’ - feat. Technoblade

Definitely the best 100p in stream format, although I prefer the edited videos of some others, which is what keeps the moles and birds stream off this list. This is peak techbur content, what more can I say. uhhhh the techno burning his hand story makes me laugh every time I hear it, give it a watch.

5. ‘drunk geoguessr and minecraft with Niki, Fundy’ - feat. Fundy, Tubbo, Niki, Jack

Literally does “drunk christmas eve stream with dream smp gang” need more explanation? Drunk mamma mia!! Drunk geoguessr! Wilbur gives a giant sappy rant about how he loves his audience! Tubbo accidentally making Wilbur and Jack chug a ton of vodka is a highlight, but the whole stream just has a bubbly chaotic energy that really bottled the late 2020 dream smp vibes. 

4. 'It's time for monopoly‘- feat. Niki, Minx

It is a three-hour vod of actually playing monopoly and it is the funniest gameplay of it I’ve seen in my life. Minx doesn’t know how to play monopoly and struggles the entire time, yet somehow, she’s winning for a majority of it. It’s the most shit-talky we’ve ever seen Wilbur be. featuring bits such as ‘Pussy so good gotta put it in jail- uh’, ‘it’s free parking you stupid bitch’, Minx taking so long on her turns that Wilbur starts timing them, and Minx trying to think of warm places to go and only being able to think of Spain. Wilbur comes from behind to win the whole thing through psychological warfare, Minx loses her shit. Iconic. It’s one of those streams where the full three-hour experience is needed to feel the relief when Wilbur wins, and yet it doesn’t drag at all.

3. LAST HOUSE STREAM Short fun improv n that with Jack and Tommy - feat. Jack, Tommy

This is Wilbur’s funniest stream. Ever. I’ve watched it like five times and it still makes me laugh hysterically, it’s the peak of crimeboys humor. While everyone has their favorite bits, there’s really not a bad one, but finding out that Tommy does a great Karen accent and Jack and Wilbur rping distraught girlfriends are highlights. It’s just. So funny. Watch it.

2. skyblock randomizer finale - feat. my tears

I don’t think the vod even exists anymore, but the edited video does. It’s notorious for making people cry, and for good reason. I talk about it more here, but what made this series so unique was Wilbur’s ability to carry a story entirely solo, in such a solitary and empty environment. It shows how simple it is for people to get attached to things, for them to build a home and find things to love, and it’s all over a pixelated fish.

1. Quackity Wine Stream - feat. Quackity, George

It’s all fresh in our minds, so I’m sure I don’t have to recap too much, but this is easily the best of the “Wilbur is rambling freely about whatever topic comes to mind” streams that actually exist on Wilbur’s channel. Wilbur and Quackity have amazing chemistry and just have really candid conversations about their friendship and content creation as a whole, once they get started there’s not really a moment of uninteresting discussion. Plus, the fact that they’re getting progressively more drunk is an added bonus, also Wilbur’s beret is really cute. Who knows if it’ll stay my favorite as time passes but it is rn

[aslitheryprinx]

(man, I'm out of practice with Actual Posts. I used to know what to say in this section.)

I probably won't continue this, but have a little twinsduo oneshot, featuring naga content!

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Scale

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"Wilbur! Stop running ahead!" 

"Stop falling behind!" Wilbur shouted to his twin, grinning as he walked just slightly faster. He could just barely hear the annoyed huff Techno let out, but it was enough to make him snicker. 

Wilbur held the firm belief that any activity could be improved by annoying Technoblade. And Wilbur was an expert in annoying his older (-only by two minutes!-) brother. 

Hiking was no exception. It was almost too easy to annoy Techno on a hike; all Wilbur had to do was walk just slightly faster than Tech liked to. Sure, Wilbur would tire himself out quicker like this, but it was worth it for the sweet hour or so of Technoblade annoyance before he couldn't keep up the speed anymore. 

"I hate you, you know," Techno called as Wilbur pulled ahead. 

"Love you too, brother dear," Wilbur said. He turned to stick his tongue out at Techno. 

He couldn't have picked a worse time to look back. Just as he turned to mock his brother, the path in front of him turned, dipping sharply. Wilbur's foot hit the edge of the path, and his leg buckled beneath him. 

Wilbur let out an undignified squeak as he crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. He slid down the surprisingly steep hill, rolling a couple of times before he came to a stop. 

"Wil?" Techno called, his voice a perfect balance between concern and amusement. "Are you alive down there?" 

Wilbur let out a groan, throwing his hand over his face with all the dramatics the situation required. He heard the sound of gravel skidding and glanced up. Techno was sliding down the side of the hill, far more gracefully than he had managed. Though that wasn't hard to accomplish; all Techno had to do was stay on his feet. 

"Are you hurt?" Techno asked when he made it down the hill. 

"Only my pride," said Wilbur. He frowned a little. "And maybe my face. And my back. And-" 

"Heh?" Techno said under his breath, cutting Wilbur off. Wilbur watched, a little offended, as Techno started to walk off. 

"You're just going to leave me on the ground?" He complained, pushing himself to a seated position. Techno barely seemed to hear him. "I could be dying!" 

"Wilbur come look at this," his twin interrupted, completely uninterested in Wilbur's suffering. 

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Wilbur grumbled. 

He got to his feet, brushing himself off. Techno was already several steps ahead, trudging deeper into the woods. 

"Tech- wait up!" Wilbur hissed after him, ignoring the irony of the situation. Techno didn't respond, but he stopped so suddenly Wilbur almost ran into him. 

"Look," his twin said in a hushed voice before Wilbur could question him. He was pointing to something just past the treeline. Wilbur followed the gesture, and his eyes went wide. 

Half buried in the dirt, yet still sparkling in the sun, was a large, iridescent green… something. Wilbur exchanged a wide-eyed look with his twin, and they both edged towards the mysterious object. 

"What is it?" Wilbur breathed, tilting his head as if a different angle might make him understand what he was seeing. 

"Dunno," answered Techno. "I just saw something sparklin' and followed the light. This thing is… weird." 

Wilbur nodded absently, crouching down to get a better look at the strange object. He brushed away some of the dirt. Techno knelt on the other side to help, and within a few minutes, they had excavated the strange object. 

It was big, almost as big as a car door. It was also surprisingly thin and light, and was a symmetrical shape that wasn't quite a diamond. Wilbur had thought it might be metal of some kind, but it wasn't nearly heavy enough. But if it wasn't metal, Wilbur had no clue what it could be. 

Suddenly, Techno went stiff. Wilbur watched with a frown as his twin stood, cautiously scanning the area. 

"Tech?" He asked softly. "What's wrong?" 

"I think I know what it is," Techno replied. 

Wilbur jumped as the trees on the other side of the clearing began rustling. The color drained from Techno's face, and he grabbed Wilbur's arm, pulling him back to the opposite treeline. 

"What? What is it?" Wilbur asked, trying to pull his arm out of Techno's iron grip. His twin didn't answer or relax his hold on Wilbur until they were both in the cover of the trees. 

"It's a scale," Techno finally said, voice hushed. 

A chill went down Wilbur's spine. It… it made sense. The texture, the shape, even the coloring all fit the description of a scale perfectly. And the only creature that could have a scale that large… 

The trees rustled again, closer this time. Wilbur clutched his twin's hand, and they backed away, trying not to make a sound. 

The only creature that could have a scale that large was… 

With another loud rustle, something broke through the trees. Wilbur's heart leapt to his throat. Techno's hand gripped painfully tight on his own; he was sure he was squeezing just as hard. 

The only creature that could have a scale that large was a naga. 

Blonde hair was the first thing Wilbur noticed. The naga had blonde hair that brushed the top of his shoulders. Wilbur didn't look too closely at his face, scared that he would make eye contact, but from the waist up, the naga looked like a normal guy… if normal guys were as tall as buildings. 

Then, the rest of the naga slipped through the trees, and there was no mistaking who the scale belonged to. From the waist down were the powerful coils of a snake. The naga's tail was a mosaic of shimmering green and glimmering black. From a distance, the tail looked like any other snake tail; up close, Wilbur was sure the scale they had found would be one of the smallest ones. 

Wilbur had seen a snake once. It was under an old bucket he was clearing out, and he'd thrown his phone across the ground on reflex. That scare paled in comparison to this. Wilbur didn't think he'd ever been this scared. 

Were it not for Techno slowly tugging him back, away from the terrifying creature, Wilbur probably would have frozen in place. There was something about seeing a being so massive that made his breath stall in his chest and his limbs lock up. 

They were doing so well; each step took them farther away from danger. Soon, they would be completely out of the naga's line of sight.

But, like walking on a tightrope, a single misstep can be the end. One mistake can be their doom. 

The sharp snap of dry wood broke the silence. Wilbur's head shot to the source of the noise- Techno had stepped on a stick. 

The twins locked eyes, identical looks of horror on their faces. 

Stomach curdling with dread, Wilbur looked past the trees. His heart skipped a beat as he met the sharp blue eyes of the naga. 

[unfoundhoney]

different wilburs reacting to you flinching away from them ↠

↠ wilbur soot x reader ; angst , fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ @ochabby @kiritokunuwu @pyrotechnics84

↠ TRIGGER WARNING: hints of past abuse

irl!wilbur ↠

Wilbur froze.

It took you several moments of shaking silence to realize what you’d done. You looked up at Wilbur quickly.

“I didn’t- That’s wasn’t-…” You struggled to find any words that would excuse your reaction.

“I-…” Wilbur took a long moment it think before he spoke. “I would never hurt you. I would never even think about laying a hand on you. You have to know that. Please tell me you know that.”

Wilbur was halfway to tears, terrified at even the thought of you thinking he’d hit you.

“I know,” you assured him.

l’manberg!wilbur ↠

Wilbur held still for several long moments, dozens of thoughts running through his head. Then, he took a step toward you.

“Can I touch you?” he asked gently.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

He wrapped his arms around you and told you, “It’s okay.”

You buried your face in his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shushed you. “I’m sorry for whatever has been done to you. You didn’t deserve it.”

You held onto him just that much tighter. “Thank you.”

pogtopia!wilbur ↠

You were quick to realize your mistake, looking back over at Wilbur with wide eyes. He was looking back at you with anger burning behind his, not directed at you but still terrifying.

“Who was it?” he asked.

“Will-“

“Who was it?” he demanded.

“It’s nothing, Will, please just-“

“Who. Was. It?”

You swallowed then muttered their name.

Wilbur had his things gathered in just moments, pressing a kiss to the top of your head with a promise to be back soon. You were left shaken and alone.

ghostbur ↠

Ghostbur stood there confused. It took him a moment to realize why you would have flinched away from him and then he simply didn’t understand how you could think he’d hurt you.

“I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “I wasn’t going to hit you. I’m sorry.”

He held his hand close to his chest like he was afraid to move it and scare you again. You gently took it in both of yours.

“No, it’s okay,” you said. “It’s not your fault.”

You pressed his hand to your cheek, leaning into his palm.

origins!wilbur ↠

When you looked back up, realizing your mistake, Wilbur was gone.

“Will?”

“Who did this to you?” came his disembodied voice.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t want to scare you again.”

“Please can I see you?”

Wilbur relented after a heavy moment in silence, reappearing several paces back from where he had been standing. You held your hand out to him. He hesitantly made his way over to you, melting with relief when you hugged him.

“Who did this?” he asked again after several minutes of just holding you.

“No one that matters,” you answered.

revivedbur ↠

Anger flashed across his features.

“You actually think I’d hit you?” he demanded.

“No, it’s just-“

“Do you really think so lowly of me?”

“It’s not you! It’s just-“

“What? Huh? What!?”

You shrunk further into the wall as Wilbur got angrier. When he slammed a hand onto the wall beside you, you screamed and slid to the floor. You flinched again as he pulled you into his arms.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, “I’m sorry. You know I love you. You don’t have to be scared of me.”

And for some reason, you believed him.

BONUS!!

passerine!wilbur ↠

Wilbur took a step back. The last thing he wanted was to startle you further; he remained still. You looked up at him.

“That wasn’t- I-… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he told you quickly. “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not yours either.”

“Never said it was.”

You blinked and seemed to understand what he meant. He waited for you to come to him, firmly planting yourself in his embrace. Once you calmed down, your hold on him loosening, he pulled back just enough to cup your face with one hand.

“I love you.”

You grinned. “I know.”

He laughed and kissed you sweetly.

[nudgeling]

Just for fun I assigned the dsmp characters and the few hermicraft members I know of(+ some honorary guests) to empires I think they would belong to.

Rivendell

Philza. The wings, and also I just think he would look neat as an elf.

Jackmanifold, just because I saw that one flower husbands fanart featuring Jack as a stag elf man, and I agreed.

Mumbo Jumbo. Tall and aristocratic. I'm a bit on the fence with this one, I just couldn't think of anything better.

Callahan. Antler boi, also he deserves to be an elf.

The Grimlands

Tubbo. This should be obvious. The kid makes DIY nukes, of course he would be a Grimlander. He would definitely have large burn scars and a robot arm and leg.

Tommy. He could go pretty much anywhere, but I wanted clingyduo. Also, the story potential! Imagine them as 2 steampunk kids. Tubbo makes and sells some pretty damn impressive gadgets so that they can pay for food, while Tommy makes trips to scavenge for the parts needed to make them.

Ranboo. He's not actually a Grimlander and it shows, but Tommy and Tubbo just found him one day and decided to take pity on him. He got no memory of how he got there.

Micheal. He's Tubbo's robot son.

GoodTimesWithScar. You can get really creative with a steampunk wheelchair, plus I can imagine him owning a steampunk shop and being charming and capitalist af.

Fundy. It's the only pro-salmon empire.

Crystal Cliffs

Nikki. I just really want wizard Nikki ok?

Eret. Same reason. She would be royalty as well, but have no actual political power, it's just tradition.

The Lost Empire

Antfrost. If we can have a Tiger Prince we can have a catboy.

RedVelvet. This is the only empire that remotely matches his chaoticness.

House Blossom

Hannah Rose. This one's pretty obvious.

ZombieCleo. I just love the imagery of a flower infested zombie, plus her horror love fits with the whole severed heads thing.

Joe Hills. Where Cleo goes, Joe goes.

The Ocean Empire

Sally the s- oh wait NO

Awesamsude. I just love the imagery of him as an atlantis-type warden with a trident.

Mythland

BBH. Just picture a 7ft demon hybrid blood magic sorcerer that draws the line at swearing.

Punz. Part of the assassin's guild.

Purpled. Also part of the assassin's guild.

Xisuma. I don't know him that well, but I like the idea of him being a professor or architect who does blood magic and pottery on the side.

Gilded Helanthia

TECHNO. It’s perfect. He would be a potato farmer that battles the queen in his spare time. Every now and again he hops on over to Mythland and sacrifices blood sheep to let out steam.

Ponk. Just let them grow their lemon trees in peace.

Quackity. Remember how Pearl made a brewery? Yeah, not every Helanthian is a chill farmer! Some brew their own liquor, open illegal casinos and have a gambling problem!

Pixandria

Mumza. She doesn’t technically live there but she's still the godess of death soooo...

Philza. Yes I know I've already mentioned him, but I’m torn between elf Phil and devout Phil, so now there's two.

The Undergrove

Wilbur Soot. Now I know this might seem strange but consider this: Shrub is friends with Wilbur. Jack is friends with Scott. Scott is friends with Shrub. They all go ghost hunting on the weekends.

George. Mushroom.

Mezalea

Foolish. He's an architect and he gets to live close to the sea.

BduoubleO. He's barely even a citizen, he just dashes around in the moss like a mole.

The Cod Empire

Grian. If you know you know.

Slimecicle. Slime. SLIME. Jimmy will definitley use him as a spy once his villain arc starts.

Traveling between them

Skeppy. He's a messenger! But when he isn't out and about he's crashing at Mythland.

Karl Jacobs. He's a traveling storyteller/prophet!

Cpt. Puffy. She’s a captain dawg, she gotta be out on the sea! She’s either a pirate, a merchant or in the navy, I don’t know which one I like more. When she isn't out on sea tho, she's spending time with her son on the shores of Mezalea.

Dream. Mans on the run.

Sapnap. Mans on the hunt.

Undecided:

Jschlatt. I just have no clue.

[helliontherapscallion]

The Warden (Adrenaline Junkie Part 3)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: Major angst, The Warden, swearing, fighting, very graphic description of injury/gore (I put astericks around the graphic parts so you can skip it if you’re uncomfortable), death, grief

Word count: 2,201

(A/N): I took a few creative liberties with The Warden since we don’t know much about it.

The thing towered above you at at least twice your height, if not more. It’s mouth was shaped in a permanent gaping frown with grotesque pointed teeth curled in different directions. You heard a soft dripping from the bioluminescent drool seeping endlessly from its mouth and dripping onto the cold stone floor. Good god that thing could swallow you whole and still have more room for two other people. It had similar tentacle-like structures to the blocks on the ground protruding out of it’s head. It had no eyes that you could see, so you figured that it used a type of echolocation or vibration system to navigate. You willed yourself to be brave enough to look at the rest of it.

It’s chest had a huge hole in the middle, showing off what looked like something writhing around bound by its cracked, off-colored ribcage. The trapped beings glowed and flickered rhythmically. You couldn’t make out any defining features to identify them, but you thought you saw hollow eyes peering at you between the battered bones like an innocent prisoner’s dead, hopeless eyes staring at passersby from their damp prison cell after getting the death sentence. Almost begging for you to run. The creature’s clawed fingers dragged against the stony floor as it lazaly swung its arms back and forth. It looked like it could absolutely decimate you with a single flick of it’s finger.

You were paralyzed in fear as it lumbered closer and closer to you. Holding your breath and grasping your sword so hard that your grip was shaking and your knuckles turned white, you watched with wide eyes as the creature paused right in front of you, it’s stalks twitching slightly on its head. The surrounding tentacles on the ground glowed and twitched in response. Did it somehow communicate with the blocks? 

It continued to shamble past you as you watched its every move. It didn’t notice you! Feeling a massive wave of relief, you quietly sighed out the breath you were holding in and let your body relax. You waited until it trudged a little further down the cave before backing away slowly, being extremely mindful of your surroundings. You didn’t know if it tried buffalo wings before, but you weren’t planning on sticking around to find out. 

You shivered as you felt something tickle the ends of the feathers on one of your wings. Without warning, the entire cavern lit up as the blocks thrashed about. Paling, you realized that your wings must’ve brushed one of them. 

You heard the booming stomps of the creature stop before it started moving back in your direction faster than before. A harsh cacophony of several different voices screaming got louder and louder. You could never out run it, so your only chance was to out speed it by flying. Luckily the cave was wide and tall enough for you to fully spread your wings and fly high. You frantically flapped and propelled yourself through the cavern in the direction you came in. It started to sprint faster. It was gaining on you, and faster than you thought it could move with its large stature. You flapped your wings faster than you’ve ever flapped before as you heard it coming closer. 

You felt something claw your calf, causing you to whip your head around. Your eyes met with the creature’s outstretched arm blindly grabbing at the air around you with blood- your blood- dripping off from it’s claw. Yelping, you tucked your legs into your body and prayed that you could fly faster. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-

Your body was jerked back as you felt its giant hand crush the bones in your wing. It started to swing your body about like you were nothing but a ragdoll in the grasp of an over hyper child. Your body bounced off from the stone walls surrounding you. You felt your ribcage shatter and heard ringing in your ears as you hit the walls repeatedly. It’s shrieks mixed with yours as your entire body erupted in pain. 

Abruptly mid swing, you felt the muscles in the base of your wing tear away from your back with a sickening rip. Screeching in pain, you were flung through the air before your back roughly collided with one of the stone walls. Your body was pulled down by gravity until you landed on a hard surface. 

Clenching your eyes shut with tears streaming down your face, you heard the horrific screaming and rumbling footsteps get closer to you. You prepared yourself for your painful death. 

Only, it didn’t come. You heard scratching coming from… from below you? How the hell- 

You opened one of your eyes and looked around. You landed on a ledge several meters above the cave floor. Holy shit, lived! There was no way it could reach you now. 

You took a few moments to catch your breath as you slowly moved to prop yourself up against the wall. Pain erupted from your right shoulder and wing as you tried to move yourself. Gritting your teeth, you shifted to use your left arm to push yourself up. Once you slumped against the wall, you closed your eyes. That thing almost killed you.

***************WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF INJURIES***************

With every painful shallow breath, you felt a grinding sensation in the entirety of your ribcage. You definitely broke most of them. You felt something warm trickle down your face and back. Reaching up with your left hand, you wiped at the substance and looked at it. It was your blood, and a lot of it. Groaning in pain, you sat up slightly and reached around to feel the wing it grabbed. Your hand grasped at nothing. Furrowing your brows and ignoring the pain, you twisted your upper body to try to find your wing. Finally, you grabbed something.

That something certainly wasn’t feathers. 

What you grabbed was sharp, cutting your palm. Hissing, you grasped the shaft of… whatever it was and moved it down. Your hand finally met feathers, but it also met with an open wound. You felt stinging as your fingers poked into your open back. Pulling it back, your hand was slick with your own blood. Painfully craning your head around to inspect it, your gaze wasn’t met with anything except for something white and jagged jutting out from where your wing was supposed to be. 

You let out a choked sob as you came to the sinking realization that that damned thing ripped your wing completely off your body. It fucking ripped it off. 

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You could still hear its raged screams and the sound of its claws scoring the stone wall below you. You tried to stand, but you couldn’t move your legs. You probably either dislocated or broke both of them.

You used your good arm to drag yourself over to the ledge of the platform. Peering over, you saw it trying and failing to climb up the wall. Your blood dripped from your forehead and onto it, causing it to stop and open its mouth to collect it. You cringe in disgust as it greedily drinks your blood and tears. Looking somewhere else, you saw feathers littering the floor and the occasional blood splatter. Your blood coated the walls where you were flung, decorating them like a fucked up version of a cave painting.

The monster closed its mouth and turned around with a new sense of purpose. Your eyes followed it as it shambled across the cave and stopped to pick up something laying on the floor. You felt nauseous as you saw that it was your wing. It disappeared into the cave, dragging your wing behind it. 

Feeling bile rise up in your throat, you gagged as you puked up a grotesque mixture of your breakfast and blood over the ledge. The blood wasn’t good. After it was finally over, you laid limp and sobbed. Why did this have to happen to you? You didn’t do anything wrong to deserve this, did you? You were probably going to die here. Alone, injured, and afraid. You didn’t want to die anymore. You didn’t like the feeling of adrenaline rushing through you anymore, it was the only thing keeping you conscious. You wanted to pass out. You were in so much pain.

Your ribs grinded painfully as your chest heaved, but you couldn’t control your sobbing. It was a never ending cycle of sobbing because of the pain and pain coming from your chest shuddering. You wanted to make it stop, but you couldn’t. You felt a pulsing feeling in your back as you were bleeding out onto the stone, the blood slowly framing your broken form. Finally, you felt lightheaded as your vision started to spot. You thanked whatever god was above as you passed out. 

Above the cave, the sun was setting and your family was worried. You were usually very punctual about being home on time, especially after a skeleton nearly killed you. Philza was tensely cooking dinner while his sons were sitting at the dinner table thinking about where you could be. Mobs were already spawning outside, so Techno thought you probably decided to spend the night in the cave so you wouldn’t have to run into any mobs. Wilbur thought that you were on your way home. Tommy thought you were dead, but his brothers reassured him that since they didn’t receive any chat notification on their arms, you were still alive. 

Meanwhile, Philza was worried sick. His mind contemplated countless possibilities of where you could be right now. You could be dying in a hole somewhere because you didn’t look where you were putting your feet. You could be bleeding out because a zombie attacked you while you were on your way home. You could be burning in lava right now. You could be poisoned by a cave spider. You could be fighting an entire fleet of pillagers you could’ve run into on your way home. There were a countless amount of possibilities racing through his mind.

Before he knew it, dinner was done and you still weren’t home. Dinner was laid out on the table in front of everyone and you still weren’t home. Dinner went by slowly without you here to carry the conversation. They finished their dinner and you still weren’t home. Your plate was still in your place and your food was freezing cold by now. 

The boys congregated in the living room where they would wait for you to come home. They expected you to come bursting through the front door any second now sheepishly grinning at them saying you lost track of time. But that didn’t happen.

As the night moved on, Philza started restlessly pacing, Techno’s eyes were lazaly scanning the words across the pages in his book without him processing the words, Wilbur sat fiddling with the ends of his sweater, and Tommy sat wordlessly staring at nothing on the wall. 

“Where are they? I told them to come home before the sunsets. They’re always home on time.” Philza broke off into mumbles, constantly running his hands through his blond hair. His wings started to puff up in fear.

Techno broke Philza’s rapid mumbling. “Dad, they’re probably camping out in the cave. They’re smart enough not to try to come home when there’s mobs out.”

“...I hope so, Techno,” Phil sighed out. “I hope so.”

Hours passed by with nothing coming from your end. Philza ushered his sons to their rooms for the night with some difficulty about an hour ago. Now, he sat on the couch with his head in his hands, rubbing his sleep deprived, bloodshot eyes. By now, the sun was almost up. 

Feeling a familiar tingle on his forearm, he shot his head up and stared at the message he had nightmares about receiving since he adopted you and your siblings:

(Y/n) succumbed to their injuries whilst evading Warden.

Letting out a sob, he fell to his knees and let the tears stream freely down his cheeks. His precious child just lost one of their lives. When he heard thudding footsteps rushing down the stairs, he knew his sons also saw the message. He felt three pairs of arms wrap around him, causing him to immediately comfort his sons. Their sibling just died for the first time, after all. He pulled back to wrap his wings around his sons in a tight embrace. 

Techno buried his head in his father’s shoulder as tears silently flowed down his cheeks. The voices were screaming at him for letting you die. Wilbur hugged both of his brothers and father as he softly sobbed with them. While he still felt grief, his first instinct was to give his family comfort. Tommy’s harsh sobs racked his body as he squeezed Philza’s midsection in desperation. He can’t believe that he’s closer to losing his older sibling permanently. He felt closest to them out of all his siblings.

Until (y/n) respawned in their bed in a couple of hours, the family sat on the floor in the living room to grieve their child and sibling together.

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[god1ngs]

━‎ ghost of a memory

synopsis; the ghost of a man comes back.

contains; pogtopia wilbur spoilers, yandere themes, mentions of death, implied death, swearing, mentions of stalking, wilbur is a creep in this

yandere c!wilbur soot / reader, 2.8k wc

note; this is the longest thing i've ever written >:)) very proud of this

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‎ ‎ ‎it was snowing, like it usually was. the layers of snow piled up on the floor only to get crushed down by your boot. you were on your way back to your house, ready to lay down and relax. days were hard now, especially since having moved away from the dream smp and l'manberg.

‎ ‎ ‎it was easy at first, but you were more lonely now. there was no tommy to come greet you in the mornings, or no tubbo to show you his new bee portrait done by someone else. it was lonely, only your presence to comfort you when days got too lonely.

‎ ‎ ‎you lived near techno, phil, and ranboo, but you never really talked to them. while you could hold your own, the angel of death and blood god striked fear into your heart. phil, although somewhat of an intimidating man, had been much different after the explosion of l'manberg.

‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't been there to know what happened, but it was something severely detrimental from what you've heard. and you haven't even heard that much. you heard of how l'manberg was exploded, but didn't know much else. there was a way people looked whenever you asked about it though.

‎ ‎ ‎you set down your things as you came inside your house, tired from the long day of venturing out from the snowy area. you had been trying to find some more resources, having been slowly running out of some minor ones, but wanting to have them nonetheless. sighing, you tiredly looked down at your hands.

‎ ‎ ‎you never went a day without thinking of what you had done with those hands. blood splattered along the calloused palms of them, rough from gripping swords and bows. you regretted your previous decisions, having worked alongside l'manberg. while you didn't regret meeting the people, the experiences would plague you for years to come.

‎ ‎ ‎a knock on your door brung you out of your mind, gentle and soft. it was unlike any of the loud banging from the war. you shook away your troubles, wanting to block out everything from your past as a soldier. you opened the door, hesitantly bringing your hand to the sword rested on your side.

‎ ‎ ‎it was ranboo. he stood at the door, taller than your doorframe, and looking down at you. "oh," you said, retracting your hand from the hilt of it. "hello ranboo. what brings you here?" you were curious, never having really been close to ranboo during your time at l'manberg. you two had become closer since you lived in each others radius, but had never talked for a long time.

‎ ‎ ‎"uh, i just.. i just wanted to ask if you've seen ghostbur. i haven't seen him in a while and was wondering if you have?" the dual boy asked, tugging at his shirt collar. ghostbur? your brows furrowed, a nervousness piling in your stomach. did he mean wilbur? he seemed confident about what he had said though.

‎ ‎ ‎you cleared your throat before speaking again, leaning against the doorframe. "who's ghostbur?" you asked, confused. maybe it was just a mess up with his name, ranboo was very forgetful after all. realization crossed his features, eyes wide. "you don't know who ghostbur is?"

‎ ‎ ‎disbelief coated his tone, shining in his eyes as well. the boy stammered, trying to figure out what to say. "oh boy, uh..." he exhaled harshly, scratching at his neck in nervousness. "do you know what happened when l'manberg was blown up?" you hadn't known much, but you did know what mainly happened ─ l'manberg had been blown to the smithereens.

‎ ‎ ‎"not really, i guess. i mean, i know l'manberg was blown up, but i don't know much besides that." you told ranboo, being confused as to why this was even important. he stayed silent for a minute, cautious as to what he should say. does he just tell you outright that wilbur had been killed and that ghostbur was his ghost?

‎ ‎ ‎he exhaled again, nervous. "well, wilbur is the one who blew up l'manberg and.. phil killed him after." he said, pausing between his words to see your reaction. your eyes were wide, throat dry. there was a deep pit in your stomach, a neverending bad feeling. "he's dead?" your voice trembled as you spoke, brows furrowed.

‎ ‎ ‎ranboo nodded, sucking in a breath awkwardly. "i'm sorry i had to be the one to tell you." he said shortly, hands clasped behind his back. you tried to shake it off, laugh and tell him it was fine, but no words could come out. "so," you spoke once you had finally grasped your words. "is ghostbur his.. ghost?"

‎ ‎ ‎he nodded again, rocking on his heels. "he doesn't act anything like from what the old wilbur used to, from what i've heard." he tried to confide you, however it didn't do much to help. you smiled weakly at the male, not exactly knowing how to deal with the information as of now. "thank you, ranboo, and uh, no i haven't seen.. ghostbur. i hope you find him though."

‎ ‎ ‎with that, he thanked you and left you alone for now. you shut the door gently before breaking down. you grasped your hair, sliding against the wooden door. he was dead? while you slid against the door, you began laughing. he was dead. you were gleeful. you laughed and laughed and laughed. god, he was dead.

‎ ‎ ‎you didn't know you would ever celebrate a mans passing, but wilbur was different. wilbur was.. obsessive. not only with control, but with you. you always got a weird feeling from him too. he was always with you somehow, always greeting you wherever you would be. he was highly protective of you and, while he passed it off as it due to you being a citizen of his country, you suspected otherwise.

‎ ‎ ‎your gleeful laughter masked the sound of the rustling bushes.

‎ ‎ ‎ranboo hadn't known you didn't know of wilbur's passing. he thought maybe phil or someone else would've told you, not him having to break the news to you. you seemed awfully upset, he hoped you would be okay. as he walked, head down with a friend, there was a thought nagging at the back of his head.

‎ ‎ ‎recently, ghostbur had been acting different. he couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off. he tossed the thought when there was a sudden shout of his name. he turned, quickly, seeing the man of the hour. "hello ranboo!" ghostbur said, smiling warmly at the other. "oh, hey ghostbur." he replied, a soft smile painting his face.

‎ ‎ ‎the two talked for a little while, catching up with each other and seeing how the other was. "well actually, i think i left friend at phil's house, do you mind go getting him for me, ranboo?" ghostbur asked, tilting his head at the half and half boy. ranboo's brows furrowed, wondering why he couldn't go get the sheep himself. it was his sheep after all.

‎ ‎ ‎ranboo glanced back at his house, rubbing at the back of his neck before answering him. "uh, sure, yeah. i can do that! why can't you go get him though?" he asked, confused. he didn't mind going to go get friend, liking to help out his friends, he was simply curious. "oh, i just have something to do! it's nothing really, but thank you again ranboo!" the airy tone of ghostbur coated with delight, he smiled at the man.

‎ ‎ ‎ranboo nodded, wishing him a farewell, before walking away to get more food for the trip. finally. ghostbur smiled, turning to the wooden house you had gone in a few minutes prior.

‎ ‎ ‎he would have you.

‎ ‎ ‎you didn't think that today would be the day you celebrate a dead man, but you learned new things everyday. you didn't celebrate per say, you were just happy the british man wouldn't bother you anymore. he had creeped you out when he was alive, but in death he couldn't do anything.

‎ ‎ ‎knocking at your door had interrupted your moment, brows arching at the door. hadn't ranboo just left? maybe there was something else he had to tell you. as you got closer to the door, hand nearly on the doorknob, you hesitated. why would ranboo come right back? it didn't make sense.

‎ ‎ ‎you put your hand on the hilt of your sword, once again preparing you for if you were to get attacked. yet as you opened the door, there only stood a man ─ a man who looked exactly like wilbur soot. from the hair, to the clothes, to the face shape; it all reminded you too much of wilbur.

‎ ‎ ‎"hello! i'm ghostbur!" the man happily introduced himself, smiling warmly at you. this wasn't how wilbur acted? ranboo had told you that ghostbur acted different from him. "uh, hey. why are you here?" awkward and a tad rude, you asked, narrowing your [color] eyes at the brunette. he only smiled.

‎ ‎ ‎translucent, nearly grey in color hands rose up to wave you off. "i just wanted to come meet you! ranboo had said you were a good person! here, do you want some blue?" fishing in his pockets, ghostbur pulled out a small clump of blue. royal blue in color, it made you somewhat happy to look at it. the corners of your mouth twitched.

‎ ‎ ‎you accepted the blue, gently getting it place in your hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he did so. you squished it some, finding a certain fondness in the way it felt. maybe he wasn't bad. "may i come in?" the ghost asked, tilting his head quizzically. could you trust this guy enough to let him inside your house?

‎ ‎ ‎you pondered the idea, considering the worse case scenario ─ which would really be just takes all of your things or killing you. you doubt he was able to though, he seemed way too nice to even think about it. he seemed trustworthy and so, without another thought, you let ghostbur inside of your home.

‎ ‎ ‎he thanked you and took a look around, complimenting your interior design with a warm smile. he had that aura, the one that makes you feel comforted in his presence. kind and gentle, he was the type of man to be gentle with anything and everything. he seemed rather innocent as well, a child like enthusiasm in the way he carried himself.

‎ ‎ ‎you didn't mind, you actually found it quite admirable. before the war, you had been like that as well. bubbly and warm, smiles that could outshine the sun ─ and now, you were alone, although of your own accord. you had to admit, it was better for it to be like this though. the war and other experiences you shared with l'manberg still haunted your nightmares, causing you to wake up in a cold sweat everytime.

‎ ‎ ‎"[name]," the ghost murmured, looking over the paintings on the wall. "these paintings are quite lovely!" you smiled, agreeing with him. the paintings were nice, as they had been given to you as a president from ranboo. he had magnificent taste, the paintings holding such beauty. you sighed softly, glancing towards ghostbur.

‎ ‎ ‎"hey ghostbur? do you remember anything.. before you died?" you asked, cringing at the question yourself. you assumed it was a question he got a lot, being the ghost of a man who was loved by many, but you couldn't help the curiousity arising in you. he only smiled at you, he always seemed to be smiling.

‎ ‎ ‎"only the good memories! i don't remember any of the bad memories wilbur has!" he answered, still staring at the paintings. he seemed to take a liking to them. you nodded, humming in thought as you glossed over the paintings. "you know," you murmured. "i never really had fond memories with wilbur."

‎ ‎ ‎you had never told anyone of your past experiences with the man, being too scared of being called a liar or saying that you were wrong. wilbur was a man of great charm and charisma, traits he knew how to use to gain what he wants. you knew this first hand, having been on the receiving side of the anger he never showed the public.

‎ ‎ ‎ghostbur was quite for a moment, causing you to look over at him. he seemed deep in thought, eyes nearly wide with a nearly upset look crossing his face. "are you alright?" you asked him, concerned. it would be understandable if he didn't like talking about wilbur, having been the ghost of said man.

‎ ‎ ‎"oh yes, i'm fine! can you tell me about your memories with alivebur?" he asked, looking over at you questionably. you nodded, sitting down on the couch, to where the ghost followed. he sat beside you, almost a little too close for comfort, but he did seem obvious so you chose to let it slide.

‎ ‎ ‎you told ghostbur everything. about how wilbur was a creep. how you suspected he was stalking you. how he had been possessive of you. how you saw a side of wilbur that was never shown to the public. how you never liked him. how wilbur was a deranged man.

‎ ‎ ‎he listened to you quietly, not talking as he stared down at his lap. as you were finished talking, going to ask him if he was okay, he sighed. he shook his head, tsking at you. this was different. confused you scooted away from him, brows furrowed. he only looked up at you, grinning.

‎ ‎ ‎"was my disguise that good?"

‎ ‎ ‎your mouth ran dry. your hands trembled, trembled with fear of the danger lurking in his voice. the madness glinting in his eyes. was this ghostbur? no, this couldn't be. as you stared at him in disbelief, shock coating his features, something started happening. he was melting?

‎ ‎ ‎the grey skin, along with the yellow sweater and beanie, melted off of him. it was like slime dripping, coating your couch in the gooey substance. it disgusted you, how it melted into a puddle of grey just below him. but that was the least of your problem, as the disguise had melted, something sinister lurked below.

‎ ‎ ‎it was wilbur.

‎ ‎ ‎unmistakably, it was wilbur soot.

‎ ‎ ‎the brown hair that bunched up, the dull red beanie atop his head, the brown trenchcoat that coated his features. you backed away, horrified. standing up, you tried to run, yet he only laughed. a sickening laugh that made you stop in place, eyes wide with fear. your feet were glued to the floor, unable to move despite your door beckoning you to run.

‎ ‎ ‎the crazed look in the mans expression would be one you would never forget. he laughed maniacally, grin wide with unmasked enthusiasm. "you really thought it was ghostbur!? that little punk, yeah? you thought wrong, sweetheart!" he shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls, surrounding your every direction, making it impossible to escape.

‎ ‎ ‎who knew you would be trapped inside your own house?

‎ ‎ ‎you could hardly find the words to talk, the phrases getting stuck in your throat as you simply shook your head. it couldn't be wilbur. why was he here? how was he here? the man, who you previously believed to be ghostbur, had been inside your house. you had ranted to him on your troubles with his alive state, unaware he was the one you were speaking to.

‎ ‎ ‎"you- how? how are you - how are you here?" you mustered out, your voice weak. you could barely make them out, quiet and frail. he laughed once more, throwing his head back with unfiltered euphoria. he was so joyous, so content with watching you fall apart in front of him. watching you break down was what he wanted.

‎ ‎ ‎"i always come back, sweetheart, you should know this." he said, smirking devilishly. he walked to you, triumph yelling with every step he took. you backed away as he came closer, fearfully backing away from the brunette until your back hit a wall. alarm coursed through you, desperately trying to look around for a way to leave, a way to escape the misery that would soon come.

‎ ‎ ‎he stalked up to you, stopping in front of you. he was even more terrifying up closer. the broad shoulders and the looming shadow over your figure terrifying you more than anything ever had. "sweetheart!" the pet name rolled off of his tongue, almost in a sing song tone. you hadn't even noticed the tears running down your face until he wiped them away.

‎ ‎ ‎"don't cry, don't cry," wilbur muttered, pulling you closer to him, bringing your scared form into his chest. you tensed, worry clear in your figure as you tried to fight back. you tried to pull away, muttering how you didn't want this. you didn't want wilbur to touch you, to hold you as if he was someone special to you. "why do you keep trying to pull away from me?"

‎ ‎ ‎once you had finally pulled away from him, you looked at him in the eyes. you were still backed up against a wall, knowing your end was nearer than you thought. you glared at him one last time, choosing to pick fight over flight, and spit in his face.

‎ ‎ ‎"fuck you, wilbur soot."

‎ ‎ ‎blood splattered on the walls seconds later.

[ohworm-writes]

A Father's Love

MCYT: Dad!Schlatt Family Scenario

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‼ prompt: Dad!Schlatt family dynamic imagine in which Y/n is Tubbo's older sibling. Pre-DreamSMP Era ‼

Featuring: Dad!Schlatt, Sibling!Tubbo, Philza (mentioned), Tommyinnit (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), Wilbur Soot (mentioned)

Warnings: none!

[ 860 word count ]

a/n - comfort fic my beloved- i love the Schlatt and Tubbo family dynamic so much, so i wanted to write about it. also, as stated, this is Pre-DreamSMP, so characters are aged down from canon

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You hum along with the record playing in the background as you make lunch for your family. Your father and brother both watching a cartoon intently on the living room television, your father arguably enjoying it more than your younger brother. You look over at the two, your brother sitting on your father’s lap, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he watches the cartoon in awe. Your father has one of his arms around your brother, his other hand holding up his head as he keeps his eyes on the TV.

You finish swiping the butter knife coated with jelly across the piece of bread, folding it closed and setting the sandwich to the side. Placing the dirty knife in the sink, you grab the three sandwiches you had made, and making your way over to the two. You sit down on the old green sofa, patches of cloths scattered across the fabric to cover up holes from years of use.

You sigh happily as you lay across the sofa, your dad looking over from his spot next to you. You hold up two of the sandwiches, handing them both to him, which he happily takes. “The peanut-butter and jelly one is for Tubs,” you say, taking a bite out of your own sandwich as your eyes cast to the show playing. You hear him let out a soft laugh, “what happens if I eat it?” You look over at him, a mischievous grin on his face. Tubbo’s attention breaks away from the TV to his dad, holding the sandwich too high above his head.

Your little brother makes grabby hands as your dad laughs at his actions. “Dad, if he cries, you gotta deal with him.” He feigns a look of betrayal, hand held dramatically over his forehead. “Y/n, my flesh and blood, how could you do this to me!” You snort as you laugh, your father joining in at his own actions. Tubbo whines, moving himself to try to reach his lunch. “Sam’wich.”

Your dad groans playfully, begrudgingly giving up the food to his youngest child. Tubbo hungrily takes several bites, leading both you and Schlatt to make sure he doesn’t choke. “Bubs! Slow down!” Schlatt gives and awkward laugh as Tubbo finishes his bites, eating at a much slower pace. He runs his hands through the boy’s brown locks of hair, surprised when he feels two bumps under them.

“Holy shit!” Your eyes widen as you glare at your father, “dad! Tubs is right there!” He pays no attention to your remark as he moves his son’s hair aside, staring adoringly at the sight of the two horns sprouting from his head. “He’s startin’ to grow his horns, Y/n!”

That makes your eyes widen, a smile making its way onto your face as you scoot over to see better. You rest your head against your father’s arm, taking a peek at the two light brown numbs on the top of his head. Tubbo pays no mind to the both of your antics, much more entertained by the cat and mouse on the screen a few feet away.

You laugh happily as your dad runs his hand over them happily, ruffling up your brother’s hair. “I don’t remember you being this excited over my horns, dad,” you remark, taking another bite out of your sandwich as your dad’s brows furrow. You laugh as he tries to come up with an excuse for himself.

“Well, uhm, you were like 5, Y/n, how would you remember?” You shrug your shoulders, smiling as you subconsciously trace your finger over your own horns. They were much smaller compared to your dad’s, but still beautiful and just as impressive. “Besides, we’ve been waiting on Tubs to grow his horns for months, and what kind of dad would I be if I wasn’t excited!”

You chuckle, “sure dad, sureeee.” He had a point, Tubbo should have started to grow his horns months ago, so you guessed you could let him slide this once. As you finished your sandwich, and your dad started in on his, you remembered something. “Oh, dad,” you called, turning your head towards him as he took a bute out of his lunch, mumbling a ‘huh’ as he chewed.

“I was wondering if me and Tubs could go over to Mr. Minecraft’s house tomorrow and see the boys?” His eyes widened, “Tommy’s dad, right?” You nodded. You only ever saw your friends Wilbur and Techno at school, and since Tommy and Tubbo were best friends, it seemed like the perfect plan.

He contemplated it for a moment as he moved Tubbo of his lap, getting up to go wash his hands. He wanted to talk to another parent about raising you two, seeing as he was struggling with the whole ‘single dad’ situation. “That’s fine, I’ll come with you guys too.”

You pumped the air with your fists excitedly, getting off the couch and giving your dad a hug from behind as you mumbled a few thousand thank you’s to him. In response, he chuckled, patting your hands. “Yeah, yeah, sure thing.”

“I love you dad” “Love you too, kiddo”

[peterrefur]

Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x M!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers!  After all, she loves me! And I love her!"  

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool. 

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body. 

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future, 'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes. 

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century. 

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground. 

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring. 

"Jared is just a problem. He made him sad. With me, he'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside. 

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight. 

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom. 

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair. 

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you. 

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure. 

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster. 

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket. 

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last. 

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.  

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more. 

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before. 

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything. 

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking at her for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he drove from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched the anus, to run over your penis with slightly more pressure, and at the end with the middle finger make several circles on the tip. 

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance. 

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He stepped back to take in the air, breathing it in, watching how hard you had become. The question that plagued him was "did he make you this way", or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he was treating you had brought you to this state. 

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you. 

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside. 

If you were lying on your back now it would make it easier for him to caress your member, but he knew full well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, extended his fingers, smiled triumphantly. 

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario. 

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted. 

Right?  

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your ass for him. Just for him and only for him. 

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then. 

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better. 

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable. 

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue. 

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you. 

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more. 

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break. 

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly. 

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead. 

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else. 

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it. 

Accelerating dullly, he watched your every movement, every breath. He tries to read you, breathing heavily, resting his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your penis. He leaned in more, but continued to enter you while simultaneously jacking you off. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears. 

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you. 

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding. 

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you. 

How much you need him.   

Because you need him don't you?  

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible. 

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements. 

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop. 

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you. 

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!" 

"Shh, it's okay sweetheart. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that. 

Straightening your legs you feel yourself coming as you felt his movements slow down, you felt his penis start to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you. 

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss. 

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his foot, he grabbed you and jerked you off with a quick moves. 

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him and for yourself. 

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results. 

"Stop it!" he said, hitting you with a disciplinary "You like this! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building in you since you woke up. 

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating. 

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling yourself straighten your legs again, trying to contain your pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you? 

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist. 

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.  

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more. 

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away. 

“You love me, no matter what I do.”  

[arc852]

An Unlikely Duo Ch. 1

Summary: Tommy is an orphaned borrower forced to move from the house he grew up in.  

 Wilbur is a foster kid inbetween homes. 

 What happens when they meet?

Warnings: Fear and panic

Word Count: 2936

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***

 Don’t let the human see you, don’t let the human see you.

 Don’t get caught, don’t get caught. 

 Even at eleven years old, Tommy knew the rules well and just how important they were. His parents hadn’t left him with much when they disappeared several months ago, but they had been smart enough to teach him the rules and the very basics of borrowing.

 Tommy thought he was doing pretty well for himself, all things considered.

 He had managed to travel to the next building over from where he had been with his parents. He hadn’t wanted to leave but the humans of the house had recently gotten a cat and Tommy’s head rang with warnings from his parents. Cats and most other animals were dangerous. It was better for Tommy to leave then try and stay. 

 And so he did. Thankfully it hadn’t taken him long, a day at most to get past the yard and into the next lot. This house was bigger than the rest he had seen and he hadn’t understood why until he noticed the tens of kids running around the place.

 Tommy felt a shiver run through his spine when he saw all the humans running about. He definitely couldn’t stay here. Too much of a chance for him to get caught.

 He needed to move again, unfortunately, but he needed to gather more supplies first. So he went through the vent system, peeking into each room and trying to find one that didn’t have any humans in it. Though the task was proving difficult.

 Finally, he stumbled upon a room that had no human in sight. Tommy grinned and maneuvered through the tunnels in the wall to come out underneath the one bed in the room. He gripped his bag tight, looking around the floor. Despite no humans around, his parents always told him to be on high alert, just in case.

 With the coast clear, Tommy emerged from underneath the bed and looked up at the desk that was in the room. He couldn’t see the contents on it from the floor, but he needed a new paperclip for his hook and that was usually the place they were kept, so that was his best bet. He just needed to find a way up there.

 He noticed the sheet of the bed hanging down towards the floor from the bed. He could go up that way and then get onto the nightstand right by the bed. From there, he could go across the windowsill to the desk. Perfect. Tommy started putting his plan to action, tugging on the sheet to make sure it was secure before climbing up and onto the bed.

 Tommy had never been on a human bed before and it took him a moment to gain his footing on the uneven surface but he eventually evened out and made his way to the nightstand. He stepped back and took a running start, landing somewhat gracefully onto the wooden surface. He was about to hoist himself up on the windowsill when the door to the room clicked. Tommy froze, mind going into a panic as he watched as the door opened, revealing a human boy not too much older than Tommy. Tommy glanced around for a second before diving behind the alarm clock, making himself appear smaller than he already was as he curled up behind it.

 Tommy heard the door shut behind the human and then muffled footsteps before the human all but flopped onto the bed right beside his hiding spot. Part of Tommy wanted to take a peek at the human, but the part of his brain that sounded a lot like his parents told him to stay still. He was going to listen to the latter, he really was, but then a series of sounds took place. Tommy couldn’t quite place them but it almost sounded like something was being shifted about and taken out of something.

 And then music started playing.

 Tommy’s eyes widened. He hadn’t heard much music in his short life. It was dangerous to be loud within the walls of a home and the humans he used to live with weren’t big on playing their music out loud. The only thing he can think of hearing regularly, was the soft voice of his mother singing him to sleep every night.

 This music was different but still nice. There were some parts where it wasn’t so nice but overall, the music was good. Like, actually really good. Tommy wanted to see what was making the music and so, with his curiosity winning out, the borrower peeked out from behind the alarm clock, eyes widening at the...thing the human was holding.

 No, not just holding. Using. The human appeared to be plucking and strumming strings that were attached to the thing. It was strange looking but it made one of the most beautiful sounds Tommy had ever heard.

 Tommy hadn’t even realized he leaned out as far as he had until large brown eyes met his smaller, blue ones.

 The music stopped suddenly and dread started to fill Tommy’s entire being. No, no, no, no. He had broken the one rule his parents had left with him. Don’t let the human see you, don’t get caught. Well, it was a little too late for that now.

 “Whoa…” The quiet exclamation rang loudly in Tommy’s ears and it was just what he needed to snap out of it. He stood and turned to run. Maybe if he could make it to the desk like he had originally planned, there would be some cord or something for him to climb down with.

 Unfortunately for the borrower, he never even made it off the nightstand. 

 “Wait!” The human yelled. The loud noise caused Tommy to falter and he turned his head to look back at the human. A giant hand filled his vision and before Tommy could even react, the hand wrapped around his small frame, stopping him in his tracks and effectively trapping him.

 Tommy gasped at the uncomfortable warmth that surrounded him, at the pressure being applied to his body. It wasn’t enough to hurt but Tommy knew that could change in a second and that thought had his heart pounding.

 Tommy tried struggling within the grip but the fingers didn’t budge, not even to allow his arms free. Instead, he was lifted and brought up to the human’s face. The human’s eyes were full of curiosity and wonder as the two met eyes once more. Tommy couldn’t help but shake at the feeling of being studied. Like he wasn’t a person but simply an interesting trinket the human found.

 “Look at you,” The human spoke, grinning. “You’re so small!” 

 A small whimper escaped Tommy involuntarily and he turned his head away from the giant face. His heart beat so fast that Tommy would be surprised if the human couldn’t feel it. Was this it then? Were all the stories true and this human was going to be the end of him? Tommy could do nothing but wait.

***

 Wilbur’s smile turned to a frown as he noticed the fear overtaking the small being. He hadn’t meant to scare it. Him? Wilbur wasn’t even sure if the being was sapient yet but from the way he was reacting, Wilbur had a pretty good guess.

 “Hey, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” Wilbur said, keeping his voice low and hopefully soothing. He saw the small being glance up at him, still shaking like a leaf and with an added touch of disbelief to his already fearful face. Wilbur studied the tiny creature’s features, realizing just how human the thing looked. “What are you?”

 He didn’t get an answer but he did notice the tiny creature starting to hyperventilate from his panic. Worry entered Wilbur’s mind, he didn’t want the little thing to pass out on him. “Seriously, you’re okay. Here, how about I do this?” Wilbur set the little guy down on the bed, hoping that would calm him down. But as soon as Wilbur took his hands away the little guy started running right for the edge. Wilbur’s eyes widened. “Whoa! Wait!”

 Wilbur reached back out and easily grabbed the tiny creature again. This time, however, he was met with more than just a fearful look.

 “Let me go!” The tiny creature screamed, much louder than you would expect of such a small creature. Wilbur froze, eyebrows raised in surprise that the tiny being could actually speak. Though thinking more on it, it made sense with how human the little guy looked. Wilbur’s shocked expression soon turned into slight annoyance.

 “I just did and you tried to run! I already said I wasn’t going to hurt you.” Wilbur responded. He had repeated himself at least three times now, why couldn’t the little guy understand that?

 “And you expect me to believe that, b****! No! Let me go!” The tiny thing continued to yell and frankly, Wilbur was impressed by the sudden courage the little guy seemed to have gained. For someone terrified of being hurt, he had no trouble calling his supposed captor a b****.

 Wilbur’s frown deepened. He really didn’t want to let the little creature go, especially now that he realized he could speak, but he also felt bad for how much he was scaring the little guy. Despite the yelling, Wilbur could feel the little guy shaking in his hand. His heartbeat faster than it should be.

 Wilbur bit his lip, coming up with a compromise that would at least let Wilbur learn something. “Okay, okay, I’ll let you go if you answer three questions. Deal?”

 The little guy paused, thinking it over. He then glared. “How do I know you’ll actually let me go?”

 That was a fair question, Wilbur supposed. He shrugged. “You don’t but it’s better than nothing, right?” Wilbur felt bad but he also wasn’t lying. He would uphold the deal.

 The shaking turned to smaller but still noticeable trembles as the little guy let out a shaky sigh. “...Fine. But I get to pass on questions I don’t want to answer.”

 Wilbur frowned at that. If he allowed that, he would never get any of his questions answered. “You can pass three times.” Wilbur tried compromising.

 “...Fine.” The little guy agreed and Wilbur smiled.

 “Awesome! Okay, so what are you?” Wilbur jumped in immediately. The tiny creature glared at him.

 “Pass.”

 Wilbur felt the little guy tense up in his hand, as if waiting for him to be angry about passing on a question. Wilbur was annoyed, sure, but a deal was a deal and he had a right to not answer it.

 “Fine. Then how about…” Wilbur thought for a moment. “What were you doing in my room?”

 Silence stretched out between them and for a moment, Wilbur thought the little guy would pass on this question too. But then he hesitantly opened his mouth. “I...I needed a paperclip and figured I might be able to find one in here.”

 A paperclip? Wilbur was careful not to say his question out loud, not wanting to waste his second one. Still though, he had to wonder why the little guy needed a paperclip. He thought about it for a little longer. “Do you...do you take things from people often?”

 He watched as the tiny face flushed a slight red. “Only things humans like you won’t miss! Otherwise...n-nevermind.” The little guy looked down. “Yeah, I suppose.”

 That was interesting. So these little guys were scavengers? He probably took food as well and used things like paper clips to make things for themselves. And he didn’t consider himself human. Interesting.

 Wilbur bit his lip when he realized he only had one question left. The little guy seemed to realize this too as he suddenly became impatient, itching to finally get away. “Well? What’s your last question?”

 Wilbur frowned. “Hold your horses child, I’m thinking.”

 He felt the tiny being tense against his hand again. “Wha-I am not a child!”

 Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “You literally are.”

 He was being glared at now and Wilbur couldn’t help but find the little guy’s anger adorable. “So are you!”

 Wilbur waved him off with his free hand. “Eh, details.” He was, in fact, a child but he had a good feeling he was older than the tiny guy by at least a couple of years. As the tiny guy continued to fume, Wilbur thought about what his last question should be. He had to make it count and something that the little guy would hopefully answer.

 “What’s your name?” Was what Wilbur decided on and the shock on the little guy’s face was almost comical. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that kind of question and now Wilbur felt kind of bad for waiting so long to ask.

 “My name? Really? That’s the final question you’re going with?” The little guy asked and Wilbur hummed, nodding. “Oh. Um...it’s...it’s Tommy.” The little guy, Tommy, spoke his name softly before glaring up at Wilbur. “Now let me go. You asked all your questions.”

 He was still scared that Wilbur wouldn’t let him go, if the slight tremble in his words was anything to go by. Wilbur sighed but set Tommy back down on the nightstand. Tommy actually seemed a bit shocked that he was put down at all. “Alright, a deals a deal.” He motioned with his hand that Tommy could go but as Tommy tried to move, Wilbur suddenly stood up. “Oh wait!” The sudden movement and loud noise made Tommy yelp in fear and cower at the sight. 

 Wilbur winced. “Sorry but hold on!” He walked over to his desk and rummaged through his drawers, making a noise of victory as he found what he was looking for. He turned back towards the nightstand and set down the paperclip near where Tommy was standing. The hand coming as close as it did made Tommy back away but when he noticed what was placed down, his eyes widened.

 “You said you came in the room for a paperclip, so…” Wilbur shrugged. “Yeah. Anyway, you can go now. It was nice meeting you.” He paused. “Oh! I’m Wilbur by the way. But yeah, I...I guess I’ll leave now. Give you time to...go wherever.” Wilbur backed up to his door, keeping his eyes on Tommy for as long as he could. He really didn’t want the little guy to leave but he was also a man of his word. Besides, he felt bad for scaring him so much. “Bye.” He said simply before exiting his room, making sure he closed the door behind him.

 Wilbur stood in the hallway for a long moment, thinking about everything that had just happened before finally heading downstairs to get something to eat. Ten minutes should be enough time for Tommy to leave, right?

***

 Tommy was left up on the dresser, the human gone and the paperclip that had gotten him into this mess in the first place sitting only a few inches away from him. The human, Wilbur, he had...he had actually let Tommy go. And not only that but he had given him what he had needed. Hesitantly, Tommy walked over and picked up the paperclip, looking it over.

 ...Tommy had to leave. Now. Before Wilbur changed his mind and came back to capture Tommy again. He shivered at the phantom feeling of fingers wrapped around his body. He had felt so helpless in Wilbur’s grip. His entire life had literally been in Wilbur’s hands and Tommy hated it. 

 Humans had too much power for their own good.

 Tommy did his best to shake off the feeling and shoved the paperclip into his bag. He then quickly took the path he had used to get up on the nightstand in the first place to get back down. Jumping over to the bed and using the overspilling blankets to climb down to the carpet below. He ran underneath the bed and back into the safety of the walls.

 As soon as he was safe, Tommy found himself sliding down against the wall and to the floor, bringing his knees up to his chest and trying to take deep breaths.

 He had been so utterly terrified. He thought for sure he was a goner as soon as his eyes met the human’s. Thought he was a goner when that giant hand wrapped around Tommy’s body like it was nothing, effectively trapping him with no way out. He never wanted to go through something like that again.

 He had wanted to get a few more supplies from the house but after what just happened, he didn’t want to go out into the open again. Not in this house. He had enough to get to the next house over and then he could borrow some more. He just hoped the next place had less humans in it.

 He’d get some rest and leave first thing in the morning. And he could leave this all behind him, forget it ever happened.

 ...He hoped he didn’t have any nightmares tonight.

 Not feeling up to moving, Tommy decided to stay where he was and pulled out a thin blanket from his bag. He wrapped himself up as best as he could before placing his bag down to use as a pillow. He laid there, trying to ignore the faint sounds of footsteps and voices of beings much bigger than himself.

 Eventually, the noises died down and Tommy finally succumbed to sleep.

[honalele]

Alleluias

// this features religious c!Tommy and it’s the scene where he’s singing to the carrots as L’Manberg was just beginning. I thought it was a cute scene so I wanted to write it from Tubbo’s perspective with a bit more depth. Idk how the prime religion works exactly, so forgive me if it’s not very accurate lol. Enjoy :]

Rain poured down as Tubbo followed Tommy down the side of the small black and yellow painted wall. It would be bigger soon. The people of this land were fed up with its rules and a revolution had begun. Tubbo enjoyed all of the excitement, all of the rallies in the streets and the bonfires at night, but an unforeseeable future was frightening. Lives had already been lost. There was no promise that they would live another day, and that shook him to his very core.

“Here.” Tommy spoke just above the thunderous downpour and quickened his pace as he came up to a small patch of green plants. Tubbo huddled next to him with his hands in his pockets. “This is the carrot farm I told you about.” Tubbo shivered and watched as Tommy bent down and patted the little carrot tops.

“It’s pissing and you brought me all the way out here to look at carrots?” He asked.

“Not just to look.” He said as he began to unfold the black tarp that he’d brought along. “Help me with this.” And Tubbo grabbed one of the corners. Together they carefully laid the tarp over the little carrots. It had been raining like this for several days, so Tubbo assumed that Tommy was afraid they’d drowned.

Tommy was a bit obsessed with these carrots. It was a task that Wilbur had given him. At the time Tubbo thought that it was just a silly bet and that Tommy wouldn’t go through with, or that if he did, he would give up immediately. But to everyone’s surprise Tommy had managed to take care of the carrots. It was a miracle.

Once they’d finished placing the tarp, Tubbo hopped up onto the wall and took a seat. His clothes were already drenched, so he didn’t mind staying out a bit longer as Tommy sat on the ground by his carrots.

“What now?” He asked. Tommy had gone silent and it took Tubbo a while for him to realize that the boy’s head was bowed and his hands were folded. Tubbo remained respectfully silent as Tommy prayed quietly in the rain. Tubbo used to believe in gods and all that, but the idea of eternal damnation didn’t seem fair. He’d witnessed the death of many people, most of whom were hardly saints. And any his friends could die tomorrow. None of them were saints either. He imagined the gods looking down on their impure souls and casting them down to Hell. He wouldn’t wish Hell on his friends. He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemies.

It had to all be fake. It just had to be.

Eventually Tommy lifted his head and Tubbo jumped off the wall. He was prepared to head home and change into some nice warm clothes.

Then Tommy said, “We have to sing alleluia to the carrots.”

“What? No. I’m cold and wet and I don’t even know if I can sing.”

“Tubbo, we have to or else they’ll die.”

“They’re not gonna die Tommy. You’ve taken good care of them. We put a tarp over them. Can we go home now?”

“Please?” Tommy grabbed Tubbo’s arm and Tubbo paused. Tommy smiled and cocked his head over to the tarp. He began singing as he pulled Tubbo who begrudgingly began to sing along with him. And so they stood out there in the downpour signing alleluias in hopes that the carrots might grow big and strong like the new nation they now called home.

[thespoonisvictory]

I feel the need to clarify that the reason for talking about c!tommy woobifying and infantilizing was never about cows or hairclips?

like, maybe for other people, but for patches and I (the main two people I saw first discussing it), the main discussion around it originated from a video essay about the character of Hermione in the book vs movie adaptation. Said video essay talks about how the creative heads behind the adaptation had Hermione as their favorite character ever omg, and how this actually cheapened Hermione and several other’s characters in the movie adaptation.

The video essayist refers to movie Hermione as Smooth Hermione, for the way her flaws were “smoothed out” to make her more palatable, not that they weren’t there, not that she was one dimensional, but that in translation they lost valuable aspects of Hermione’s character. Not only this, but by making her hyper competent and giving her a lot of the glory, it took away seriously from characters like Ron, who had less of a narrative role to fulfill that.

Patches made a post effectively saying that on some scale, a similar thing was happening with c!Tommy. By focusing so heavily on his positive attributes (likely in a response to antis and a desire to make their fav Super Cool), it came across a little weird, like people were saying “c!tommy is so hard to love and that’s why we love him!” and then... erasing all the things that made him hard to love. It wasn’t how he dressed, it was how he was shown to be hyper competent, and how his flaws were used to make him more sympathetic more than any real problem. And that’s fine, and ok, but it just feels icky sometimes to watch people do it.

For example, there’s how Tommy offhandedly saying he knew how to sew in canon turned into “c!Tommy is an epic fashion designer who sewed the uniforms and the flag :D” (which yes, I did see, a lot)

Which like, ok, that’s a harmless hc, but isn’t it weird to jump towards hypercompetence, when it takes away from the depth of Tommy knowing how to sew because he was a soldier who probably had to sew wounds and sloppily patch holes? almost like you’re... smoothing out his character? and even more so, by making that such a prominent part of his character in your aus and hcs, you’re taking away from c!Niki, which is sad. don’t do that. 

Another example: smoothing out Pogtopia Tommy. If Tommy was always the perfect leader that was perfectly helpful and always knew what to do and say (something I’ve seen. a lot), than the fact that Wilbur was cracking under the weight of being the only leader and one responsible for everyone is greatly minimized. And that kind of stuff bleeds into actual analysis and discussion of his character, because if you don’ t acknowledge that early Pogtopia featured Tommy being impulsive and less than ideal for the situation, because that was in character for him, then Wilbur’s reasons for his breakdown are cheapened. (this is a really summarized and generalized view of their dynamic, I know it’s more complicated than that dw).

fanon c!Tommy is often all the best parts of Niki and Fundy and Ranboo and Wilbur and Tommy himself, and that’s fine, it’s not hurting anyone, but it’s at best an inaccurate representation of his character for fun, and at worst it’s unintentionally making other characters look worse and cheapening Tommy as a character in general. It’s not the cardigan outfits that were ever the problem, they’re more a symptom of a more deep rooted thing, if that makes sense? 

Like- the portrayal of aspects of Tommy as softer was never the problem, it was the neglect of other aspects of his character in the ways I described that rubbed me the wrong way. He’s certainly not the only character this happens too (looking at you c!Techno), but he’s definitely the most I’ve seen of it for a variety of reasons

[whitefawnn]

blood letting (pt. 3)

(c!wilbur x reader)

spoilers for 4/29 stream

pt. 1   pt. 2 pt. 4 pt. 5   AO3

warnings: manipulation, vampires, swearing, gas lighting, threats

note: Read the Warnings

not heavily proof read also,,,

Wilbur stormed out that day, jaw clenched, he didn’t spare me any words after the kiss. I thought I had learned how to live without him due to the months spent apart but knowing the distance wasn’t created by one of us being 7 feet underground made me feel sick. The danger of Dream escaping loomed around every corner. I warned Tommy, and he subsequently he spared me words of Wilbur’s state. Saying he rambled about Dream being his hero, the image made me feel woozy, almost enough to make me faint. I didn’t tell Sam. Maybe it was because I didn’t want him to hunt down Wilbur. Maybe I couldn’t bear to be the cause of his death or, if he was lucky, imprisonment.

I hadn’t been well since the night with Wilbur, my body still reeling from the blood loss it wasn’t able to recover from, I had been too anxious and high-strung to keep down food. A static forever lingered on the edges of my vision, my skin becoming increasingly pale. I wasn’t a pretty sight and I tried to avoid looking in the mirror whenever possible, eyes glued to the porcelain counter of my bathroom. 

I jumped as a shrill sound, high-pitched and disorienting, rang in my ears. I quickly covered them with my shaky hands, stumbling out into my living room. The radio that sat on the kitchen counter was the source of the insufferable crying. The message began then, my stomach sinking.

EMERGENCY ALERT. EMERGENCY ALERT.

A PRISONER HAS ESCAPED THE PRISON, ALL RESIDENTS IN CLOSE PROXIMITY ARE REQUIRED TO LOCK THEIR DOORS AND STAY INSIDE. DO NOT LET ANY STRANGERS IN. STAY AWAY FROM ALL ENTRANCES UNTIL ANOTHER ALERT IS ISSUED WHEN THE PROBLEM IS RESOLVED

The message continued to repeat as I desperately reached to unplug the metal box. I felt my heart begin to race as it slammed into the ground; Pieces of machinery now littered across the tile floor. Suddenly I was dizzy, my vision becoming black, my thoughts hazy. The metallic shards dug into my knees as I fell. The last thing that crossed my mind was that I never had the chance to lock my door.

I awoke to the rattling of the door nob then the subtle creak of it swinging open. I was paralyzed by fear as I slowly strayed back into reality, I don’t think I would be able to move even if someone wasn’t breaking in. I rolled my ankles, trying to regain feeling.

 “They really left their door unlocked?” a male voice questioned. I tried to focus on where the footsteps went as the sound trailed closer. My body ached as I struggled to get up; my hands stiff as I laid them flat against the cold floor. Fuck just get up. I pleaded with my body as I attempted to push myself. Every limb felt full of lead.

“Hm, what do we have here?” it was Dream’s voice that came from behind me. I weakly groaned, giving up on remaining hidden from the terrifying figure that loomed over me. “y/n, tch tch. You left your door wide open, and what a sad sight you are.” He leaned down next to me. “Where’s Wilbur, hm?” he asked now close to my ear. My eyes were closed tight, but I dared to look at him. His face was littered with fresh scabs and healed over scars, his iconic mask nowhere to be seen. One of his eyes was bruised purple and green, yellow spread across his face from the focal point of the severe black eye. His pupils seemed impossibly small, and his hair had become unkempt having grown into a crude mullet after his time spent in the prison. 

“Wilbur,” I whined out once again desperately trying to push myself to my knees, I winced, the metal under me digging into my shifting body.

“Wilbur-” he mocked me with a laugh. “I think you owe me too, y/n. I brought you Wilbur didn’t I?” a wave of nausea came over me. My body seemed to realize what danger I was in giving me the little strength it took to scurry away from the over imposing man. He grinned at me, squatting down on the heels of his feet. I felt like a caged wild animal.

“Dream?” I watched as his face feigned relief at the voice.

“Wilbur!” Wilbur. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Thought you would be here to see them, but I guess I beat you to the punch hm?” he was now standing above me, my back pressed firmly against cabinets.

“Are they here?”  Wilbur strode over to stand by Dream, his features immediately softened when he looked down at me. He rushed to my side, hand caressing my face. “Hello, darling.” he cooed at me “you don’t look so good” I numbly nodded, leaning into his touch. Wilbur didn’t look so great himself, his hair was wild and his skin made him seem sickly. Yellow peaking out and overpowering any pink that could have been there if not for the low lighting. He looked one good hit away from dying if I’m being honest.

“We need to leave, lover boy. I have horses from Techno tied up in the back. You are a wanted criminal now, keep that in mind when you think about wasting time here.” Dream’s face was one of disinterest as his eyes remained locked on the wide-open door. “5 minutes,” he mumbled, leaving the two of us alone. Wilbur pulled me up from the ground and into his arms, sitting us both on the couch like we had days before. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the crook of my neck. I breathed in the smell of his hair relaxing into his arms. The closeness of our bodies communicative without words. I felt relieved to see him, but I couldn’t ignore what he had done.

“Wilbur, Dream he,” I went over the things he had done in my head while staring at Wilbur’s form. I pursed my lips. Did Wilbur freeing him make him complacent in those actions, in hurting my friends? What did it make me?

“I know, I know, dear.” he dismissed me. “We have to go with Dream. We are gonna go somewhere safe.” I tilted my head as he pulled away from my neck. His wine eyes intense, body rigid. He leaned towards me again, face a few inches from my own. I felt apprehension at the intimacy. He seemed out of it, his expression far away and blissed out. “You smell so good, darling” he muttered pressing his face into my hair. “Fuck, I’ll be right back” Wilbur gently set me on the other side of the couch rushing to the bedroom, He came out with a bag. 

“What’s that?” I inquired still feeling as faint as I had in recent days.

“Just some of your clothes,” he waved away my concern “we have to go” 

“Go where?” he shook his head. 

“Dream knows, we just need to get out of here.” Wilbur pulled my hand, getting me up from the couch. 

“But my home.” I mumbled, shuffling my feet.

“We don’t have time for this, y/n.”

“We’re leaving so many people behind and for what, for Dream?” I argued, yanking my hand out of his own to point at where Dream was waiting. Emotions built in my chest as I glanced around the small comfortable house. Memories painted in every corner, things I didn’t want to leave behind. 

“No,” he gritted his teeth, snatching my hand back and using it to tug me towards him, only a few inches from his face “because I’m fucking wanted, y/n. This isn’t for Dream, this is for us.” he spoke with his jaw clenched, his sharp canines more visible. I shut my mouth, immediately looking away from his face. He led me out the back door where two horses waited. 

“Ready?” Dream said sat on his black steed. He ran his eyes over me with distaste, it made shivers travel down my spine. “We really taking them?” Wilbur hoisted me up onto the horse then slid himself behind me. My back was flush against his chest, his arms caging me in order to properly hold the reins. 

“Shut up, Dream.”