#hybrid wilbur soot

[behrjbehr]

“Hey Phil! What’s this?”

“A car, it’s useless”

[erissdoesart]

Last of big cats hybrids I drew for now- probably will add to the pile later, they are ridiculously fun

Philza caught himself a pair of rabbits and a human- With Syndicate Travel, everything is possible

[ideas-left-unwritten]

So here's a hybrid au I had in mind! For sbi, of course, though a bit of Quackity&Techno friendship because idk but I think it's neat

Philza is an ender dragon hybrid. They're not supposed to exist. Anyway, he lives in the end and does cool shit, and eventually the goddess of the end (who is literally the end dimension itself) falls in love with him. Which is nice, Kristin loves her dragon husband.

One day, they decide they want to have kids, so Kristin's like 'sure, you know what, I'll just rip a piece of void out and roughly make it kid-shaped, that'll be fine' but Phil's like 'hey how the hell did we get two kids instead of one and also one of them is literally floating'.

They're twins! Techno is a warden hybrid and Wilbur is a wither hybrid. Phil loves Kristin but she absolutely does not get the fact that this is not what normal children do. They also make another child a few years later, who turns out to be an elder guardian hybrid.

So Wilbur: can wither things with his touch, float and make explosions with his mind. He also has three eyes (like the wither has 3 heads) but he keeps the third closed most of the time. He can see through invisibility potions, and is immune to lava.

Techno: is blind, but senses vibrations in the ground around him and hears really well and can sense things through literally every sculk vines in the world all at once. He can also teleport through them and scream loud enough to physically hurt people. Yes, he was a fun baby to deal with.

Tommy: can control water and basically has x-ray vision. He can also slow down time for individual people (the fatigue effect) and of course can breathe underwater and swim really fast.

Random things about their house. Most of the floor is covered in sculk so Techno can sense people and move through it easily. Wilbur absolutely abusing the fact that he can be quiet and hover so he doesn't touch the vines so Techno can't sense him. Tommy making parenting a fucking nightmare when he slows down everyone around him and just screams. Techno retreating to a little cave he's got carved out in an island for some piece and quiet. Mumza being the void so she's basically immune to everything and can go anywhere in the end, so she is fine while Phil suffers.

Anyway, once they're at an age where they can hide their hybrid nature, Phil takes them out into the world. Techno makes a name for himself as a gladiator, and really, they all just cause chaos. Techno befriends this homeless duck hybrid who full on admits to wanting to start a mafia when he grows older and Techno goes 'sounds cool, I'm yoinking you now' and takes him home.

Phil sees Quackity and goes 'hatchling??? hatchling who cannot fly???' and immediately is on board with adoption. He teaches Quackity how to fly.

Wilbur and Tommy, who didn't realise you could just kidnap orphans off the street and take them home begin their own collection, taking home Niki and Fundy, and Tubbo respectively. Phil adopts all of them. They all eventually know about the sbi's weird hybrid status and are cool with it.

Then along comes Dream.

The early days of the DSMP play out as normal, Tommy joins and causes some chaos, and pisses Dream off. But then, they realise 'hey this Dream guy's kind of a bitch' as time goes on, and slowly a plan begins to form. Basically, everyone else is in on the storyline and just acting along. There are no traitors, and the main guys that Phil adopted are all still great friends and love each other, and the other that join outside that group are in on it too. But Dream doesn't know any of this. He thinks it's real. And as time goes on, and his actions get worse and worse, everyone kind of dislikes him, even though they know he's not actually doinf any harm.

Oh, and the sbi are all immortal. Philza will respawn in the end and can regenerate with crystals. Wilbur's body can be killed, but then he just walks around as a bunch of souls until he can get to some soulsand and reform his body. If Tommy gets killed, he just regenerates at the nearest monument because he's a sea guardian you can't just kill the guardian of the sea. Techno also can't really be killed because he's all the sculk at once, so you kill him at one place and he just pops up in another like a hydra. Kristin, who is all of the End at once, is the only one who really gets him in that regard. Also, because she's a goddess, basically Mumza says none of the dsmp deaths count so there's no way any of them are dying on that server.

So, the canon events happen. L'Manberg falls and Wilbur 'dies'. Tommy gets exiled. Exile is absolutely a breeze for him. Techno and Wilbur visit him all the time and he's right next to the ocean which is great. Tubbo also visits him too.

Random idea that Ranboo finds out Techno's hybrid status when they're fleeing from some pillagers in a mansion and Techno pulls them through the sculk too (it's not a pleasant experience for anyone other than Techno. The only one outside of the main sbi who is used to it is Quackity because they do it so often) and they wind up in a cave. Techno asks if he can 'see' Ranboo's face, which Ranboo is opposed to until they realise 'oh that blindfold isn't just for show this guy is blind' because most people forget that Techno is, in fact, completely blind. They allow him to 'see' their face, and in return, Techno takes off his blindfold to show that he has no eyes whatsover so he can't even look Ranboo in the eyes and make the enderman hybrid uncomfortable. Ranboo immediately like Techno more for this because people really consider eye contact important. They bond, Techno decides not to drag them through the sculk again and they walk back to the surface.

The rest of canon goes along up until Dream's imprisonment. They imprison him, and then they basically forget about him. Because that's all dsmp was to them, a prank on an asshole, but now that's over they can return to their normal lives. Quackity starts Las Nevadas as the base of operations for his burgeoning mafia empire, with Techno at his side. Wilbur is Not jealous and doesn't make his own little attenpt at a mafia in retaliation (it doesn't work). Bench trio do things togeth, Ranboo and Tubbo get Michael, they're all living their best lives.

And then Dream breaks out of prison, because Sam has left it basically unattended for months now. And Dream wants answers, so he goes to Las Nevadas to find Quackity (who he thinks will be easy to manipulate) and get some help. Of course, Quackity is now the head of a mafia empire with most of the dsmp members working as partners alongside him, or at least as business partners with their own ventures. And Quackity also makes sure all the flooring in Las Nevadas is carpeted in sculk. Quackity tells Dream to get out of his casino, and Techno shows up basically to help threaten him (Quackity is good in a fight, okay, but not Dream good)

Dream thinks it's Techno running the empire and tries to tell Quackity he's being manipulated, but these guys aren't having any of it. They've literally been best friends to the point of nearly being siblings for years, they know what's up. In a last ditch attempt to get someone on his side, Dream asks Techno where Tommy is, information which Techno gives willingly.

Dream goes to the island where Tommy is and tries every trick in the book to make him come to his side, banking on the belief the conditioning in exile worked. It didn't, of course, and Tommy winds up fighting him instead. Dream wins, though, killing Tommy and is like 'well, hey, at least I managed to get rid of that fucking menace' except NOPE! Tommy's back because you're on an island surrounded by sea, near his monument. And Tommy finally reveals to Dream his hybrid status and kicks his ass.

And everyone lives happily ever after :)

[dissonantharmony]

yk how like cwilbur was clearly jealous of eret in every regard, including appearance? it’d be even funnier if c!wilbur was just like a random basic bird hybrid and eret was a peacock

(this was in regards to the tags you left on the last ask lol)

lmaoo yeah. hes just a lil crow hybrid or smth. the jealousy arc is going so so bad

cwilbur voice stupid eret and his handsome face and shiny feathers and lots of colors :/

cniki:

[itsroxxanne-thatonestreamer]

Heyyyy!!! just wanted to quickly say, a lot of people have recently REALLY liked when i posted random pics i have of members from the DSMP and snaps i have from them. If you all want more just comment on this who you want to see next and i will post those pics ASAP (realistically about 3 minutes later lol) Love you all ❤️

[elementic-symphony]

Look at my boys! Brothers frfr. I had fun drawing the hair. This is a bit old, but I still like it.

[pastelmumu]

'Child of the Sea'

Wilbur soot x Hybrid! Child reader

[In this AU, Sally is a mermaid]

Wilbur soot sat in the sand, he held his guitar in his hands as he looked at the water; he was waiting for you...his child, you were like the spitting image of his wife Sally, the color of your hair, and how you were the same breed, swimming in the water, you were nowhere to be seen after Sally left; maybe she took you with her..?

Now, Wilbur soot is still sitting by the same place he met Sally, he breathed heavily for a moment, he then heard a splash, he gasped as he saw a tail emerging from the water, and slamming down into the water.

He got up and walked towards the water, he thought that he'd finally meet his wife after years of separation; but then...you emerged from the water slowly, your face was slightly in the water while the top of your head, eyes and ears were out of it.

You looked at him with your [E/c] eyes, you went up the water a bit, "Daddy..?" You called out to him, but he was still shocked to see you after years of not being able to see each other, "Y/N..." he was getting ready to cry, he slowly went into the water; not even caring that his pants would get wet, he wants to hug you closely.

He finally reached you, his legs floated in the water, he then reached out and hugged you; "Daddy.." you whispered as you hugged him back, your breathe was getting faster, the air was....freshening yet, suffocating, you squirmed out of his grip and swam back into the water, but before you did you said, "I'll miss you, but we'll meet you again.." you then swarm under the water, Wilbur was panicking, he swam under but he couldnt hold his breathe for very long, cold and tired he swam back to shore; he then sat down as he looked at the sky again, he smiled as he thought about what you said.

"I'll meet you again aswell....Y/N.."

[calmthefuckdownalright]

I GOT IT DONE

I FINISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW SERIES ON AO3! It's called I'll Keep You Safe (If the World Must Burn) and it follows my Villain Pool AU which I've decided to just let fall into the category of a Supervillain AU name and be distringuished by its title.

Anyways, here's the link to the first chapter. I'm about to get into a very busy weekend but I already have the next 5 chapters somewhat written so all I have to do is format.

[cao-tick]

AYO????? PHIL????

Mumza is SO not happy with Phil right now.

HFGSFD

My brain just went "Phil but birdbrain"

So here's my take on that random ass thought.

Phil was an avian hybrid who constantly forgot his kids weren't birds. All of them were adopted, bit none have wings. Techno and Wilbur were piglins hybrids, and Tommy was a Raccoon.

Usually he just did the nest thing where he brought all his kids into his nest and wrapped them with his wings. That was fine, because the three could admit it was comfy.

But when Phil chirped at them, he never really got that automatic response that a hatchling would have. The closest he's gotten was a chitter from Tommy.

Once, though, when Tommy hit his preteen years, Phil's brain just went full bird mode and... he attempted to teach Tommy to fly by pushing him off a small cliff... luckily there was water beneath and Tommy was fine. But Phil had a lot of apologizing to do.

[behrjbehr]

Au where Philza gets really possessive of eggs/baby birds. Techno and Wilbur dread hatching season when the hens are sitting on eggs and Phil is out there with them, not letting anyone else enter. He goes full bird brain and sleeps in his own nest with the chickens.

Phil had just returned from a trip and was acting weird. He’d shoved his son and beat friend aside and locked himself in his room. Every time Techno attempted to enter, to bring food or water, he saw Phil’s wings puff up as he growled at him to leave.

Wilbur was the one to notice it. Phil had shifted slightly as he growled revealing a very large, very red stone.

The teen dragged Techno into the room, pointing out the weird rock.

“Maybe is like with the hens,” Wil suggested. “Like-it’s a round rock-it reminds him of an egg”

“That’s definitely not a rock,” techno said, slowly approaching his friend. “It’s an egg.”

“Hey Phil… can you tell me where you found that?”

The avian hissed, hugging the red sphere tighter. “I won’t take it. I promise,” Phil calmed slightly. “Just-tell me where you got it.”

Phil shifted around the egg for several moments before speaking.

“A wandering trader sold it too me,” he admitted. “Said it was barren. But it’s not. I can feel it.”

“Did he say what egg it was?” Techno asked.

Phil shook his head.

“Phil, I think he gave you a dragon egg.”

[erissdoesart]

Another one for the godfight- catch yourself a family member!

Syndicate travel, where your business is truly your own!

[mcytblraufest]

*Ringing a large bell*

As we get closer to the deadline, we have had a few more people who've had to drop their projects and thus, we are looking for pinch-hit writers. Are you able to take any of these projects?

PH16 is a Pirates SMP au focusing on Bekyamon, Willowmvp, Good times with Scar, Michela darkeyebrows, with shipping allowed but not the main focus. The AU is "Revival but came back super wrong au, canon divervgence" with themes of cult activity and religion. The author is open to Major Character Death, and they're a minor who is open to working with writers of all ages. CLAIMED

PH17 is a Dream SMP au focusing on Tommyinnit and Wilbur Soot, a Rebirth! au based on the webstoon Rebirth! (If you're not familiar with Rebirth, it's got elements of time loops, zombie apocolypse, superpowers, and modern au), focused on a platonic relationship. The author is open to Graphic Depictions of Violence or MCD, or you could go the other direction and do adoption narratives and fluff— they've opted into it all! The artist is a minor who is open to working with all ages. CLAIMED

PH7 is a a Life Series AU focusing on TangoTek, LDShadowLady, BdoubleO100, with platonic relationships being the focus. It's a detective/Mystery/Horror/Modern AU. The author has opted into Major Character Death and Graphic Depictions of Violence, and a wide list of fandom themes including everything from Body Horror to Hybrid Instincts and Neurodiverse or disability headcanons, so the options are broad! They're a minor open to working with all ages. CLAIMED

To fill these pinch hits we need 5k inspired by these art pieces, and the deadline is the 26th of July, but extensions are available if that works for you! To pick up one of these pinch hits (or to look at the art in detail), join the discord and talk to one of the mods!

[nomsfaultau]

Part 2

Wilbur shushes Tommy’s sleepy protests as he wakes, terrified what will happen should Philza realize they’re leaving. “Come on. We got to go.”

There’s a confused note in Tommy’s throat. “What? But I don’t want to.”

“That’s what he’s making you think.” He tugs Tommy’s hand a little harder, and he follows. Of course he does. The brothers plunge into the forest, burrowing into the dark. Tommy is nearly half asleep, tucked into Wilbur’s side and trusting him to know what’s happening.

It isn’t long before a rustle of feathers haunts after them.

Wilbur runs, dragging Tommy with him. Faster, faster, weaving through the branches clawing at them. If he can just make it out of the woods Philza will hold no power.

Philza swoops for them, talons gleaming wickedly, and Wilbur shoves them to the ground, covering Tommy with his body. A thump as Philza lands, and Wilbur slowly looks up and up to find the witch’s piercing blue eyes locked upon him. Philza looms over the pair, and Wilbur tucks Tommy a little tighter to him. “A bit past your bedtime, isn’t it mate?”

“I know you put a spell on us,” Wilbur confronts boldly. He refuses to let his voice tremble. His movements are slow, cautious, waiting for the second Philza pounces. But the witch simply cants his head as Wilbur rises, Tommy tucked carefully behind him.

“Have I now?”

“You bewitched us to love you.” Philza freezes. Wilbur’s smile is vicious, knowing he’s caught the witch in his trick. “But I’m too clever for that. I’ve broken through your spell, and if you try to hex me I’ll break through that too. You will never trap us again.”

A clawed hand tried to seize him, but Wilbur scrambled back, shoving Tommy behind him fully. The splayed talons caught in the moonlight, but Wilbur was already gone, pushing Tommy into a full fledged run.

Philza didn’t chase them. That was worse somehow, like he had some dark magic that meant he needn’t bother. In the last glimpse Wilbur got, the witch stood alone in the clearing, wings drooping as he stared at the spot they once were.

Wilbur had forgotten the taste of hunger, but it hadn’t forgotten the taste of him. They’d lost their edge, sanded down by their months of bewitchment. Softer than they used to be on a way that was deadly. But for all that they are hungry, they are free. Out of the woods, the witch can’t corrupt them anymore.

Tommy wants to go back. Yes they were under a spell, but it was so nice and kind with Philza. Wilbur tells him stories about enchantments, about illusions so thick you can't tell up from down. Whenever Tommy reminisces about the food, Wilbur reminds him that Philza is a terrible and powerful witch, and he could make crow food like worms and dead animals as sweet as candy. Whenever Tommy misses the softness of Philza’s hugs, Wilbur reminds him the kindness was a trick and the longing in Tommy’s chest is nothing more than a wicked spell twisting his heart.

The hunger is real, and so it has to be better than a pretty lie. Still, that doesn’t stop Tommy from taking food from the crows, even if he stops telling Wilbur that’s where he got it since he got so scared last time. Tommy ends up eating most of it anyway, Wilbur portioning out almost everything to him. Tommy knows Wilbur isn’t eating enough, but he looks so worried that Tommy isn’t getting enough. Tommy is a growing kid, Wilbur says, like he isn’t one too. And Tommy is so hungry he devours everything he’s given. He can’t help it. Hunger claws through his stomach sharper than Philza’s claws ever could.

They last a few months. But a string of rotten luck is all it takes. Once starvation sets in it’s hard to find the energy to solve it. The padding built of from living with Philza doesn’t last long, and soon they’re more desperate than they’ve ever been before. A few times Tommy begs to go back, but Wilbur’s jaw always hardens.

And then one day Wilbur won’t wake up no matter what Tommy tries. And Tommy can’t remember the last time he saw Wilbur eat, Wilbur always insisting Tommy needs it more. And Tommy begins to sob.

“Philza!” he wails. “Philza help.”

But there is nothing. Something breaks in Tommy’s chest as his last hope is worthless. He curls up next to Wilbur and tries to pretend he’s going to wake soon, burying his tears in his dying brother’s chest. He can’t do it without Wilbur. He just can’t.

A shadow looms over, swallowing them whole in hungry jaws. Tommy shrinks into Wilbur, trembling. He doesn’t have the strength to run should they be chased out of town again. Giant claws rip him away from Wilbur, trapping him to a broad chest. Philza shushes his protest, soothing his crying. But it only gets worse as Philza promises to help because this never should have gotten so far in the first place, not when Philza would've rescued them at any time. Tommy clings to the witch, begging him for help in a voice too choked to be understood.

But Philza gently picks up the unconscious Wilbur, secure in his arms as as dark wings flare out and launch them into the air. Tommy’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s being left behind. A frantic shout, reaching for his stolen brother, only for massive hind talons to lash out and seize him. Tommy yelps as his feet leave the ground, squirming only causing the crow claws to tighten harshly around his middle, sharp pressure assuring Tommy his innards could be sliced to ribbons. Philza tears upwards till they break past the roof tops, the world shrinking below. Tommy’s shriek is lost in the howl of the wind rushing past. They plunge over the woods, the canopy blurring below his feet.

The little cottage looks exactly as it last did. The door slams open the moment Tommy is dropped to the floor, Philza hitting the ground already running, Wilbur clutched in his arms. Philza whirls through the house, snapping off spells like Tommy has never before seen. Fire roars to life in the kitchen, a pot filling with soup and furiously stirring itself. The bed the brothers always used crashes into the main chamber, quilts peeling back and tucking around Wilbur the moment Philza gently lays him down. The witch reaches out and a book flies into his hand, pages blurring as he reads through the entire thing in seconds. Strange magical ingredients rip themselves out of cabinets and follow Philza as he storms into the kitchen, oddly colored smoke forming a haze over the boiling brew. Tommy can’t quite tell if the chanting he’s hearing is powerful spells or the most creative swearing he’s ever heard.

“Is he going to be okay?” Tommy asks in a very small voice. There’s a large explosion and a rather loud profanity, and then Philza’s head pops through the kitchen door, smiling sweetly even as his eyes are ablaze with ancient power.

“I’ll take care of him, mate. Nothing for you to worry about.” He makes an odd gesture as he leaves, a zap of fire zipping from his claw tips as the potion brews without him. “You must be ravenous, here-“ some fresh bread and cheese float into his hands, and he tears off a small portion. “I know it isn’t much, but if you eat too fast you’ll get very very sick.” That doesn’t stop Tommy from devouring the morsel.

Tommy ends up tucked in Philza’s soft wings, slowly eating the first fresh meal he’s had in months. They kneel at the side of Wilbur’s bed, Philza fussing over how well he’s tucked in and if he’s too warm. He carefully fixes the messy rats nest of Wilbur’s hair, steadily working through every last knot with more than a little magic. A last strand tenderly tucked behind his ear, and then the talons linger, cupped around Wilbur’s cheek.

“Wilbur says favors aren’t free.”

Philza eyes him levelly. “That is true.”

Tommy gulps. “Okay. But I’m warning you if you want my firstborn you’re going to have to wait a bit because I still don’t get how that all works.” The witch snorts, and Tommy grows bold. “And. And if you want my heart it’s too late, because Wilbur already has it.”

“I know,” Philza says quietly. “I would not ask that of you. In exchange for saving Wilbur, I will ask a single question of you, and all I want is the truth.” Tommy ceases to brace. That doesn’t sound too bad compared to 7 years of manual labor or having his toes be eaten. But the hesitance in Philza's voice still fills him with trepidation. “When…when Wilbur claimed I cursed you boys. Was it true? Did you really love me?”

”Oh! I thought you were going to ask a hard one. Yes. A lot.” Philza swoops upon him, seizing Tommy into a tight embrace. Tommy melts into it at once, nestled in soft feathers. Soft cooing sounds hum in Philza’s chest as Tommy is cradled to it. But as wonderful as the hug is, Tommy can’t stop hearing Wilbur’s warnings about suffocating nightmares pretending to be dreams. “…did you really curse us?”

“No,” Philza chokes. “I could never curse my boys.”

Fairytale au where Wilbur and Tommy always had no one but each other. The two young brothers fend for themselves as much they can, but it’s hard. One winter day they get desperate and try scavenging in the woods far past where humans are supposed to go. They find a cozy cottage, and tentatively investigate to find the owner is gone. The boys break in and devour as much as they can because they haven’t had a good meal (or sometimes any meal at all) in so long.

They scarcely notice the crow watching in the window sill, but it notices them. Philza is a very powerful witch, and naturally knew the moment they broke in. But he also has business at the moment, and so only gets back by nightfall. He finds the boys hidden in a cupboard sleeping nearly fused into one another. They didn’t want to get found, of course, but it was so cold outside.

Tommy and Wilbur wake up tucked in a bed. Naturally they flee, terrified of the wrath of a witch. The brothers count themselves lucky for surviving the encounter.

They find the cottage nearly every time they enter the woods now. But the brothers are cautious, a survival instinct beaten deep into their marrow. They avoid the cottage avidly, worried what awaits them.

But then Tommy hasn’t eaten in days, and Wilbur hasn’t eaten even longer than that. And Tommy keeps crying at night and Wilbur would do anything for him. So they enter the cottage. It is empty, or so they think, and so the pair raid the pantries once more.

But they freeze when they realize there’s a witch perched in the rafters, watching them the whole time. Like he’s ready to swoop at a moments notice and twist their necks with his sharp crow’s feet. They run.

But they don’t the next time. Wilbur keeps a wary watch on Philza the whole time as he urges Tommy to keep grabbing food. Wilbur almost expects the door to be locked when they try to leave, but it isn’t. The shadows that cling to the ceiling like fog don’t quite hide the witch’s smile. It sends cold down the both of their backs.

The boys grow a little bolder each time, still cautious, still wary, but assured to some degree the witch only ever watches. They never take anything but food, since all the stories say that’s a death sentence. Still, Wilbur is half way convinced their souls have been stolen already and they just haven’t noticed yet. But it matters little when his brother is starving. The winter is unrelenting in its cruelty, and each time hunger claws at their insides they’re a little quicker to turn to the cottage for warmth and full bellies.

And then one day the cupboard is barren. The witch’s crow lines crinkle as he stares at them. But the house smells of glorious cooking and Tommy scampers off. Wilbur follows, though keeps his eye on the witch the whole time.

They find a table set with three plates. They’re still warm and piled with mouth watering food. The boys have only ever really cooked something if it was dangerous to eat else wise, and it turned out charred more often than not.

The boys dig in, but freeze as the witch appears at the threshold. Philza drinks in the scene, then walks in, claws scraping across the floorboards. There’s no comment as he takes a seat at the side, Tommy having claimed the head of the table. The witch simply begins to dine, and then Tommy, finally Wilbur.

“So. You’re fattening us up to eat us?” Wilbur challenges.

“The pair of you are rather scrawny for that,” Philza says lightly. “Malnutrition tends to do that. I’d be waiting years if that were the case.”

“Then you’re trying to steal our souls!”

“I make no promises either way.” It was almost more soothing than if he’d outright denied it, because then Wilbur would’ve known for sure he was lying. Like this? …well, Wilbur still isn't sure, but his caution feels vindicated.

Caution that still fades over time. They begin to eat more meals than not with the witch. And when blizzards come and they have no other bed to turn to, the brothers find themselves welcomed to the softest pillows and blankets they’d ever known. They keep watch, of course. They always did, instinct ingrained. And then they spend more nights with Philza than without, and nothing ever goes wrong, and they both get so much more sleep if they don't bother with watch…

Gradually, they begin to never leave the cottage at all. There is no food or warmth to be found outside in the terrible blizzards. It just makes sense to stay. And Philza is so lovely to talk to. Wilbur no longer checks over their backs. The scrape of his talons on the floor bring not a shudder but a grin. And anyway the claws are always so gentle when they ruffle through their hair. On the coldest nights the witch’s feathers are so wonderfully soft and warm, so why shouldn’t the boys tuck under wing?

It’s when spring comes that Wilbur realizes something is wrong, so horribly, gut-wrenching wrong. Because there is no excuse to stay anymore, and yet the brothers do.

Wilbur prods the distrust in his gut, the wariness that’s served him his whole life. All he feels for Philza is warm fondness, and that— that is a feeling reserved for Tommy and no other. No, Wilbur knows for sure that whatever the witch has done to them is powerful magic indeed. A thrall inescapable, sly and slow like a poison seeping in until it's too late to cure. No curse is more inescapable and deceptive than mind control. The witch stole their hearts alright, just not in a way Wilbur had known to guard against.

Wilbur will cut out the part of him that feels that way if that’s what it takes. It’s only ever been Wilbur and Tommy, or Tommy and Wilbur. And no one, not even some all-powerful witch, will take that from him.

So quietly, carefully, Wilbur hardens his heart and prepares their escape.

(End part 1)

[ruby-the-bunger]

Some lore reasons why Q!Slime was able to turn into Wilbur Soot hatsune miku in the latest purgatory stream that I just thought of:

1. Because he’s a slime/a slime hybrid, he can just morph himself into anyone and anything like he did for Gegg

2. (And this one scares me) Q!Slimes code corruption has gotten bad enough to the point where he’s able to use code abilities like disguising as other people

[itsroxxanne-thatonestreamer]

Heyyyy!!! just wanted to quickly say, a lot of people have recently REALLY liked when i posted random pics i have of members from the DSMP and snaps i have from them. If you all want more just comment on this who you want to see next and i will post those pics ASAP (realistically about 3 minutes later lol) Love you all ❤️

[theparadisepress]

Hello sir Soot, are you some kind of hybrid?

Thank you for the question!

[transcript below!]

Anon :

Hello sir Soot, are you some kind of hybrid?

Wilbur Soot :

Nope! I'm uh, human as can be.