#ive just received those tags before and like. yeah i know. im not stupid

[chipjrwibignaturals]

damnnnn that’s so wild. anyway quick question what game was i modding

[harley-style]

mcyt brain rot for you all

this is both anysis and headcanon and au scenario, all blended together. you're welcome :D

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i have this headcanon,,,, cobbled together by some tumblr posts i read,,,, but some of them point out that wilbur is like, good at manipulating people as well to a point, right?

so i was thinking. what if his reach extended far beyond what anyone thought of? *what if wilbur's influence spread to dream?*

i know we've discussed this before (or sparrow analyzed it idk) but like. hear me out. this headcanon has to do with how wilbur wants to create a narrative. pit it against dream and his presumed original desires to create a safe happy place for his friends. wilbur's insistence that dream is the "tyrant". what if wilbur saw how dream was pointedly staying out of conflict, decided, "i dont like that," and began twisting the storyline and pulled dream's strings (pointedly off camera bc headcanons, babyyyy) so that dream would eventually fall into ruin, as the disgraced tyrant?

and dream...he KNOWS what wilbur's doing. to him specifically. and he's struggling so hard at the beginning, judging by his soft, passive demeanor when wilbur asks about the tnt.

i think, that somewhere along the line, dream lost sight of where his boundaries lied, and falls right into wilbur's plot pit and became The Villain. and he's like, fuck. I went and done it, oh no.

and....it worsens.

i had this whole scenario in my head that dream fully embraces the villain role, plays wilbur's game and completes the "narrative"...but is so fed up with wilbur and his stupid fucking ploys that he...bends the rules a little. changes shit up.

something...oh, a little like "lets speedrun my fall into villainy" bc it wouldn't be dream without the speedrun.

fast forward to prison. maybe if dream finally gets to resurrect wilbur. and wilbur is Not Pleased with how dream has decided to handle his narrative.

but its like. dream doesn't give two shits about wilbur's goddamn narrative anymore. he **played wilbur's game**. he's done with his role. he's given them peace, given them a happy end.

sure, he's given the rest plenty of trauma, but hey, it all turned out okay in the end, right? theyve got their happy ending. theyve BEATEN the big bad nightmare. his role is OVER.

but wilbur doesnt like it. doesnt like the lengths dream went to. it wasn't supposed to be like this. dream wasn't supposed to turn out this much of a *monster.*

and dream laughs. "will, wilby, wilbur," he croons madly, in his pretty little cell, preening like a cat. "i dont care," he hisses. "you fucking wanted this. you WANTED me to be this way. right? mr. revolutionary man? come on now, dont tell me you never expected this."

and wilbur tries to protest, but dream cuts him off.

"no. NO. dont' play your stupid littke games on me wilbur. you udnerstand? im DONE. im so sick of your bullshit, your countries your wars and your stupid fucking "story". I WANTED PEACE AND SAFETY. ALL i asked was "hey, don't be jerks, we're all one big community," and you didn't even have the DECENCY to just adhere to those rules, not even a little bit! you -- i let you in here because of TOMMY, you know that? the reason you even got to BE in this world was because tommy "vouched" for you. said you would be a great addition. and tommy-- i loved that kid back then, you know? he was bright and annoying and he made the server FUN. you took that brilliance, took that kid, and turned him against me, against ALL of us -- for what? independence? I HANDED YOU INDEPENDENCE AND YOU SPAT IT IN MY FACE LIKE IT WAS THE MOST VILE THING YOUVE EVER RECEIVED. i didnt even ENFORCE my rules, they were so loose literally EVERYONE broke them at some point.

but you? you had the audacity to call me a tyrant. to call me selfish, greedy, controlling. and then you declared war. the pet wars, the first disc wars weren't even close to the intensity you brewed during the revolution.

you had this little ideal in your head. and ill have to hand it to you, it was certainly impressive. but you didnt need to press it, to pressure it on the people of my server. you did anyway. you created this plot, this scheme to paint me as the villain, as the final boss. and you know what? FINE! if this is what it takes for them to be safe and happy, i'll be the villain.

but don't come in here expecting me to play that role again. i DID my part. i united them. my work is over.

but you, wilbur? heh. you get to deal with ALL the consequences of your war games. you'll be the one dealing with tommy's nightmares, tubbo's anger, everyone's hatred, fuck, you even get to deal with the egg!! isnt that nice? i was willing to deal with the egg, you know, it appeared before the whole election thing. but since you're here, you may as well take over. because you're SO great at directing them, you know? better than i ever could.

point is, wilbur, you don't get to use me as the tyrant, the final boss, the bad guy, and the villain anymore. when i said i would be putting the most powerful person in here, I wasn't fucking lying!"

"but tommy said you were going to put him in there!"

"you know, with the amount of times ive practically lied to that kid, im surprised he still believed me. i was never planning to put him in here. no one else would be put in here. hell, even techno and phil would just have gotten stuck here for about a week. i had guidelines, you know. i put them in a book somehwere, in one of my bases. no one was supposed to get unfair treatment. unfortunately i seemed to have pulled the short end of thr stick. that seems to be all that im doing these days."

"dream—"

"no. don't do that. don't pull me into another one of your plots wilbur. i don't want to hear it. you got your villain. your villain is gone, wilbur.

it's time to be the hero. :)"

basically my points here are like.

-wilbur made a narrative that dream didnt agree with

-this narrative painted dream in a negative villian light so dream basically said "yeah fuck that" and spedran his role

-headcanons galore i really do like the idea of dream creating that prison for himself to be locked in

-once wilbur is back he visits dream and explains his displeasure that dream went and did the things he did bc 1) hurt a lot of people personally and 2) did not adhere to the villain role wilbur specifically assigned to dream

-additional mentions: both wanted peace but in different forms. dream wanted peace for peace's sake but wilbur wanted peace after struggles. dream genuinely loved everyone on the server, but had to shed those attachments because to him, PERSONALLY, it would be a weakness towards his "villainous" role. his threatening of tubbo in front of tommy so tommy can "be the hero like spiderman and batman" shows that he knows exactly how empowering attachments are. lastly, dream only began manipulating people after the pogtopia arc. he mostly stayed the neutral party during it, and was just reacting with plans among plans during the lmanburg revolution.

-additionally, wilbur really wanted to stay dead, but dream said "haha no" and alived him again bc if he has to be the one to inflict trauma onto people then wilbur has to suffer leading the efforts to recovery.

hi @dreamsclock u keep giving me brainrot so im tossing this at u thank u goodbye i hope u dont mind the tag

[lordseochangbin]

i wish it rained every saturday

a/n: lee felix angst + fluff. haha i love fefe, not proofread

for @0325stay ,, almost based on the cute guy that works at my local starbucks that ive literally never talked to sksk

“remember y/n, you can only write ONE WORD on the coffee order? no ‘girl with ugly pants’ or ‘cute boy thats comes every saturday when it rains”. thats just stupid’”

“that’s literally all you ally, now shut up. i actually write THEIR NAME on THEIR ORDER like youre supposed to” you closed the door to the coffee grains and passed ally, giving her a little shove to credit her obnoxious behavior.  

ally rolled her eyes, about to grab your shoulders on the spot before the bell rang near the entrance. thats right, it was saturday.. and it was raining. you felt a sudden pressure applied to your arms before you found yourself on the floor

“hi this is lordseochangbin’s coffee room [i hate how i implemented my user but i didn't feel like making up a name], how can i help you?” ally straightened her apron, giving a quick “don’t you dare fuck this up for me” look before diverting her attention back to the blonde boy. 

he was pretty, you had to admit. freckles spotted on his cheeks like a pretty dalmatian, you couldn't help but the count them all as if he were yours. but of course, it was a never ending count and the time to hand over a coffee to his table and say “here your coffee! -insert fake ass smile here-” was not enough to comply.

and how could you not notice that jawline? from the floor captured a good angle of his, and for a second you despised the insects on the wooden ground that you forgot to sweep earlier for they had rights to simply look up and see what others may call the sun. but as this all processed through you brain you noticed it wasn’t the ants looking at him- it was him looking at you.

“yeah i think i’ll get that” he nodded to quickly reassure himself. he smiled without his teeth, his lips forming a sideways line. kinda like that one emoji. “also.. are you okay?” he pointed to you.

ally raised her eyebrows in shock before turning to see you on the floor “oh yeah shes-”

“im fine” you got up, brushing your knees off of the dust “thanks for asking”. you shot him a quick smile, quickly returned by himself before he could say, “no problem, and dont make it to ‘cute boy that comes every saturday when it rains’, some people actually read that you know?”

you almost bursted in laughter as the boy walked away. leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and black doc martins. he seemed like the boy of your dreams, and now that you had experienced a bitter taste of his personality you liked it. not to the point like black roast but, somewhat sweet like vanilla. you loved it.

ally threw the small sized cup to you, the name tag unfilled and order still remaining. “chop chop!! get that coffee making, im gonna go apply some perfume and when i get back have that ready so i can give it to him” 

you rolled your eyes at ally, “fine” you muttered under your breath before turning on the coffee grinder, staring outside the window at the pouring rain

you noticed felix as well, staring outside with his wireless headphones in his ears. his lips pursed, and you could tell he was humming a really good song or just really thirsty.

after making the coffee you realized ally was probably doing her makeup as well, and as a few minutes passed by you assumed she may have been doing her hair. but the poor boy looked like he couldn’t wait any longer, so you picked up the coffee before realizing it had no name on it. 

with a marker in your hand, you’d realized he never really told you what to put. nor what to call him. he just told you what you shouldn’t call him. after a few seconds of contemplating, you decided to act like ally. except not in a few words, in one word.

i

thats what you wrote on the coffee cup before giving it to some other waitress to give to him. you watched from behind the counter as he received the coffee, taking it in his hand before checking out the name tag. “how” you could hear the words leave his inaudibly leave his lips and the hint of curiousness behind it.

your plan was working.

the next few days consisted of pure boredom. getting bullied by ally behind the counter and having to stay late at night as well. one week finally passed and you kept your hopes up that the weather app was correct, it would be raining. and the 80% chance gave you the strength to wake up and do your hair. for no reason though, because you knew ally would want to take his order and ally would want to talk to him.

but just in case, what’s to lose in dressing up decent for once?

you were on your break when felix came this time, but instead of ordering he walked straight to your table. your looking around in case he was mistaken as he sat across from you.

“hey, you’re the girl from earlier right?” he asked, dropping his things on the table in front of you.

“yeah, the one on the floor” you laughed to yourself

“my god” felix laughed along with you, sympathetically shaking his head “im so sorry about that”

“you knew why i was there?” you asked curiously

“oh come on, i know the little secret messages from your friend over the counter. but i really like your coffee, when are you back on your shift?”

“i never thought a guy would ask me to get back to work” you responded sarcastically, looking outside as the water droplets hit the cobblestone floor

“hey now, i just really like your coffee. can I get the usual pleaseeeee” felix begging in a baby-like voice caught your eye as you stared into his puppy eyes, immediately making you fall for them.

you quickly rolled your eyes before getting up from your chair, “fineee”

felix smiled at you, his cheeks turning a faint pink shade as he watched you go to the coffee grinder. “thank youuu”

you quickly put together his favorite order and gave it to ally, stealing a sharpie to write down a word on the name tag

really

“seriously?” ally asked, “can’t you just write down his name?”

“i don’t know his name, shouldn’t you?”

ally took the coffee from you, “watch me, ill get his name and his number” she was on her way to felix, placing his coffee in front of him and sitting in your seat from before.

you watched felix grab the coffee, looking at the word in awe. he picked it up, staring at post sides for a possible hidden message which made you chuckle considering he was more intrigued by the cup than the girl in front of him.

he looked towards the front counters, maybe in hopes of seeing you there but no- you hid behind as he walked out into the cold ran. and from there, according to the weather app, it wouldn’t rain until another 2 weeks.

the next saturday you didn’t expect his arrival. you constantly imagined it however. the way he’d take down his umbrella the second the door shut behind him, looking around for any open tables to accommodate. his pretty outfits made it harder not to fall in love as well, but you had to admit: a boy that came every saturday when it rained. why every saturday? why only when it rained?? it was a mystery behind a perfect man and you were the only one that speculated about it.

“hey y/n, can you do my midnight shift today? the cute boy isn’t coming so there’s no point in staying?” ally asked, her purse already in her hands

“you don’t think i have anything better to do?” you responded before getting a quick response.

“no, probably not. but i do, so see you later!”

and before you knew it ally was out the door.

you watched as people drank their coffees and read books or socialized with others. it was nice to know that people were still innocent enough to spend their saturdays like this. in a coffee shop like you were. but you knew they were doing so much better than you, better than the girl that was wishing itd rained this saturday, so you can give a message to the cute boy.

when everyone started to leave, you began to clean up before looking outside at the downpour. “mother nature, a little too late to comply to my wishes” you muttered to yourself. but almost on cue, you jumped on the spot as you saw the cute boy rush in- this time without an umbrella- into the store.

“am i too late?!” he asked, his heart beating out of his chest and his hair wet from the weather outside.

“dude you’re like soaking wet-”

“where’s the girl?!” he interrupted, looking past you to see no one there

“what girl?” you asked

“the girl that’s always behind the counter, always giving me those stupid messages. god, all i can think about is how her message will end. i have two words but i can’t seem to figure out the rest?! im 100% sure i have an idea but-“

“wait...” you interrupted, dropping your mop to the floor “you didn’t think ANYTHING of those messages? like maybe they actually came from someone’s heart or something?”

“oh come on” felix retorted, “it’s obviously she just likes me cause she thinks im cute or something. i mean who writes messages on coffee cups?”

shy girls that work till 12pm and get bullied by their own co-workers. you thought to yourself

“me... i do” you said in a somewhat like whisper but loud enough for him to hear

“it was you?” he responded in shock

“yes, but if it really meant nothing then i apologize. im sorry i bothered you with my ‘stupid messages’”

“no no!!” the boy grabbed your hands, holding them in his palm. they were freezing cold and no matter how much you hated him in that moment you wanted to hold them forever. “im sorry.. i didn’t mean it like that”

“yes you did, the whole idea was dumb and im sorry for that”

“y/n..” he read off your tag, “finish the message. i promise i won’t judge” he gave your hands a little squeeze making you look into his dark brown eyes. his breaths were softer in the moment, making your heart beat increase and you felt him come closer to you.

“i really... i really like you” you said, closing your eyes at how stupid it sounded at loud.

“you really like me?” he questioned, looking into your eyes as your slowly opened them

you nodded your head before he could pull you into a hug, “i really like you too, almost as much as i like your coffee”

[nami-writes]

was just gonna ramble in the tags but then it got too long so fuck it im putting it in my rb, long post below bc i have Stories To Tell

literally every time im hurt physically or emotionally im like this is such a whump moment and then if i receive help for it bc im incompetent at taking care of myself im like this is such a hurt/comfort moment

one time in 10th grade i had like a bit of a breakdown on a school night partially bc of my grades bc i was juggling school and a job and hw and it was too much to handle and i emailed my advisor like "bro im having a bad time pls help" and the next day after school she arranged a meeting with 2 of the teachers whose classes i felt like i was doing worst in and ALSO note that morning i had drunk coffee and im dxed with anxiety and usually coffee doesnt affect that but that particular day it was making me extra jittery and anxious and overall not good and at the meeting i expressed my concerns about my grades and stuff and instead of being like "yeah i noticed your grades are falling you need to work on that" both teachers instead talked about how they thought i was actually doing pretty well compared to other students and they gave me tips on how to stay caught up in class (in the weeks prior i'd begun skipping classes to actually catch up on classwork) and this made me so emotional i started tearing up but i managed to hide it until the meeting ended and i went up to my favorite teacher's classroom where my friends were waiting for me so we could hang out after school and there i cried and my friends got me tissues from the teacher

at some other point i was in the same teacher's classroom eating lunch with my friends but i was feeling really overwhelmed by like. how much i cared about other people essentially bc people had been asking me a lot of favors and my stupid friends were eating food off the floor which was stressing me the fuck out and at some point i just went "i swear i'm gonna stand up and walk the fuck out of here" bc i was Ready To Break and i thought everyone was just gonna take it as a joke but my favorite teacher took me seriously and went "no no don't leave :(( what's wrong" and that genuine care Broke Me and i started trying to explain but then i just started sobbing in front of my whole school friend group lmao i literally said "i did not mean to start crying 😭" but then he talked to me and gave me some advice and shit and my best friend gave me tissues and a hug and my other friends were basically gathered in an emotional support circle for this teacher's Words of Wisdom (and sidenote everyone was like saying stuff trying to help Except my now ex who was one of the idiots who was stressing me out by eating food off the floor)

ive also gone to that particular teacher for mental help and emotional support multiple times (sometimes when i was in literal tears mid-breakdown but those have always been online bc i'd be at home feeling the most alone and unsupported) as have many other people bc hes the resident old wise guy but i in particular always felt bad putting my problems on him to solve so. that in itself is some nice "im just burdening the people i reach out to for help" emotional whump

the summer between 9th and 10th i attended a biking summer program to push myself out of my comfort zone bc i was like "well i cant do sports but i can bike! i know how to ride and maneuver a bike! for sure!" and then all the other members of my team ended up being like people who'd been on biking teams and done this program for years and all that and generally were much more experienced than i was and one guy in particular was a dick, he asked me if i was mentally ill bc i was bad at biking (???) and then implied i had to have had an ed or something and asked me multiple questions about my competency as a human in general to which i emphasized that i am completely unremarkable im just able to ride a bike and that same day we did shoutouts before we left and i got a few shoutouts for trying to learn this new thing but not a single person shouted out this guy bc. he was a dick to me. but i decided to be bold and i shouted him out for giving me advice (i think he meant it to be condescending but he was also Correct) on how to properly do the biking technique thing we'd worked on learning that day bc ofc he was already familiar with it and i'd never done it before in my life and tbh the look on his face was priceless. still kinda hate the guy but i mean almost-sophomore me felt like i did a decent thing

anyway if you exaggerate these stories theyre just whumpee opening up and then breaking down in relief when they receive actual support instead of being chastised like they thought theyd be, whumpee getting overwhelmed and actually being taken seriously and then getting even more overwhelmed bc of that, whumpee feeling like theyre just burdening caretaker with their trauma and problems and they should deal with it themself, (hero) whumpee giving a (villain) whumper a second chance after they've been punished for their actions (that last one's much more exaggerated but just go with it)

my cat scratched my hand today and my friend was helping me clean it up cuz i was freaking out and i was thinking "this is a total hurt/comfort moment" the whole time-

yoooooooo it really was!