#my unfinished symphony; wilbur soot

[mages-pandoras-box]

Tag dump

[arcticsilver]

When the silly gets a little goofy (started 12:30am November 16th finished 11:52pm November 16th)

Other things below(time made and no glasses)

[maigetheplatypus57]

We can start and finish wars We’re what killed the dinosaurs We’re the asteroid that’s overdue

Happy November 16th

[phantom-scrybe]

talullah canonically hating hot topic is so funny to me

like she‘s in the most emo family. missa’s literally dressed up as skeletor, Philza is the angel of death, Chayanne’s entire existence is based around following in the footsteps of the blood god

her father is Wilbur “my unfinished symphony” Soot

and she’s just like “hehe lil pink flowers”

really said no to generational trauma

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 4 MATCH 12: C!WILBUR VS. STAN

c!Wilbur Soot from the DSMP faces Stanley Pines from Gravity Falls. Who do you like more? obligatory @10piecechickenmcnugget tag because your man is RUNNING THE GAUNTLET

c!Wilbur Propaganda:

"Accurate depiction of mental health and spiral, handled delicately and deliberately, every piece of his story was thought and planned and in the end he went home to Utah. Thank you lord."

"Please don’t let the name dream smp effect how you feel about this submission, this character is completely unrelated to dream and I’m pretty sure the person who played him has nothing to do with dream anymore. This man single handedly got me through a horrible patch filled with extreme paranoia by also being extremely paranoid. Genuinely really helped me feel seen and I coped a lot by getting invested in this character. I almost cried when he died :("

"He’s so fucking stupid. I could infodump for hours this man transed my gender. Everything has gone wrong in his life. He’s the definition of a bisexual disaster."

"I didn’t fail 10th grade math bc I was thinking about c!wilbur for him to lose round one"

"I mean look at him!! his Minecraft skin is adorable!!!"

"if you people vote for cwilbur i'll draw him in a bikini."

"A VOTE FOR C!WILBUR IS A VOTE FOR GIRLBOYS EVERYWHERE"

"i should not have underestimated minecraft fans they came together"

64.media.tumblr.com

"Season 1 changed me. I didn’t know minecraft videos could have good acting, dramatic plots, etc. Wilbur was one of the best there. His plot was so interesting with the L’Manburg and the unfinished symphony arcs. He was funny, dramatic, sad… I fondly remember my dsmp days (though I only saw up to like part of Tommy’s exile)"

Stan Propaganda:

"from the same creature that submitted ford and was too tired for actual propaganda. they’re pretty cool huh"

"That propaganda is disgraceful but I'm also too tired to write up any big things for it"

"Hi that lack of propaganda for Stan Pines is offensive to me personally so here's some fun stuff:

He's punched zombies AND an all-powerful demon to death for the sake of protecting his family. He spent thirty years trying to turn on a portal to the Multiverse to get his twin brother back. He still thinks sacrificing his entire being is all that he's good for, and that makes my heart so sad. He loves his family and his family loves him. He's a silver fox. He also punched a pterodactyl in the face because he felt so bad about lying to his niece and getting her pet pig kidnapped that he had to fix his mistake (and yes, he did get the pig back). His nemesis was a ten-year-old child psychic whom he knew was a fraud because the kid didn't even realize his name wasn't actually Stanford.

Man of all time. Character of all time."

[bestmcytquoteshowdown]

Quote 56:

Etoiles - *exaggerated gasp* It's the birthday of my mother, I forgot

Quote 42:

Wilbur Soot - L'MANBERG, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! 

[the-phantom-author]

TPA's Ultimate Fic Recommendation Masterlist

*Some people/fandoms I don't read anymore so finding the fics I like from them are hard to find.

Social Media AU Recommended list

Callum "Calfreezy" Airey

Don’t You Go

HINT, HINT:

a fool for your stockings. ♡

Should've Picked You

Harry "W2S" Lewis

LABOUR

Telling:

Holiday PDA:

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 (𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧):

secrets - wroetoshaw imagine

Periods

Tory

When We Collide

Ethan "Behzinga" Payne

Again

They'll Have Me - Ethan Payne (Part One)

After Meeting A Little Early

Niko Omilana

Social Media AU

Wilbur Soot

We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend)

Wilbur Soot masterlist

Wilbur Soot Masterlist

A Pretty Work Of Art

UNFINISHED SYMPHONIES: [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Three Minutes

Smile Drop.

Bong Water

lunch on tommy but also tubbo but also wilbur but also you

Yours, Now, and Forever.

a real home (an ikea house set)

Pics people would post of you ; Wilbur edition

rivals with benefits!

Click

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔! - dream smp

and then there's you

Wilbur x reader with older older siblings

Oh, Death (It’s Way Too Wet On Your Cheeks To Be Nothing)

one last deep breath (as we turn towards the sun)

Every little thing reminds me of you

Ludwig

Ludwig rambling blurb

FLUFF ALPHABET [A, G, N]; LUDWIG

Affection

Shave

Subathon

Hasanabi

Genral Dating Headcanons

Shitcamp

Feels So Nice

I’ve Got The Patience (My Form Is Reckless)

Platonic fics

Linea to Live By (Suits)

Little Lady Blinder (Peaky Blinders)

Dream a Dream(Peaky Blinders)

A Very Peaky Christmas (Peaky Blinders)

Heartbeat (Peaky Blinders)

Have Mercy (Full House)

An Apple a Day (Star Trek)

James "Bucky" Barnes

Death Do Us Part

Harry Styles

“You woke me with your groanin’ and whatnot.”

Argument turns into injury

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Nightmare

C!Wilbur Soot x Sally (romantic), Salbur x FEM!CHILD!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Wilbur blowing up L’manberg, nightmares, crying

[Requested]

“What are you doing?”

Wilbur froze in place at the sound of a voice. Specifically the voice of someone he raised. Someone Fundy grew up with. His daughter. “Y/n.”

Y/n stepped inside the small stone room. She noticed all the signs inside, but her focus was on Wilbur Soot and the button that was placed on a wall in the room.

Wilbur gulped. “Okay, I will admit…Do you know what this button is?”

“Yes.” Y/n had crossed her arms and stared at her father. “I do.”

“Have you heard the song on the walls, have you?” Wilbur glanced at them. “There was a special place where men could go but it’s not there anymore.”

“It is there.” She stopped Wilbur from continuing. “You’ve won it back, dad.” She glanced at her communicator and saw everyone spamming her name, specifically her little brother, but she paid no attention. 

Y/n jumped in surprise as Wilbur yelled in frustration. “I’m always so close to pushing this button Y/n! I have been here like 7 or 8 times.” He covered the way that Y/n had walked in from, so now it was solely just the two of them. “They’re fighting.”

Y/n could hear the fireworks that came from outside. Even if they were muffled, it gave her a weird sense of security. Probably reminding her that as long as they were going off, it still meant people were alive. “You want to just blow it all up?”

Wilbur took a deep breath. “I do.”

“But dad, we fought so hard to get this place back…” Y/n quietly trailed off, trying to ignore what was really happening, her father was crazy. He wasn’t the man he used to be. 

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore Y/n. I could press it…”

“There is a lot of TNT connected to that button right?” Y/n slowly came to the realization that Wilbur was crazy. He was officially crazy and there was no way she or anyone could bring him back.

“Y/n…There was a saying… By a traitor, once part of L’manberg. You of course know Eret.”

“Yeah.” Y/n whispered.

“It was never meant to be.”

Horror spread across the young girl’s face as she watched Wilbur move his hand and press the button. “NO!” She screamed. Y/n grabbed Wilbur’s arm and with enough force, she was about to pull him back so he wouldn’t be harmed by the explosions that rang in the air.

“Dad!” Y/n moved closer to the edge that now showcased the country that was destroyed. She saw a few citizens standing there staring in disbelief that their beloved home was destroyed. 

She didn’t get to do anything as her attention was pulled back by her father, who was breathing heavily. “My L’manberg Y/n! My unfinished symphony! Forever unfinished! If I can’t have this, no one can.”

Y/n blinked trying to get rid of her tears.

Wilbur grinned and it came more manic-like and he grasped his young daughter’s shoulder, spinning her around to face him. “Kill me! Y/n, kill me! Look, they all want you to.”

She looked back and noticed the crowd was bigger than before. “No I can’t. You’re my dad!”

Wilbur’s smile faded and he soon became angry. He narrowed his eyes and began trying to pull Y/n while she fought back against him. Neither of them realized how close to the edge they were until Y/n slipped, pulling Wilbur with her.

Y/n could feel her heart beating and the wind rushing past her ears. The last thing she heard before she hit the ground was yelling and calling of her name.

Then it all went black.

Y/n gasped for breath as she immediately sat up in her bed, her eyes shooting open. She brought her hands to her face in a panic, yet when she checked, there were no marks on her skin. No ash or soot or debris. She was alive.

Y/n’s head turned towards the door when it flung open. Standing there was her mother, Sally. Movement from behind her mother caught her eyes, and she saw it was her father, Wilbur Soot.

Y/n did the only thing she felt she could do at the moment. She began crying. What else was she supposed to do? She had never had a dream like that for as long as she remembered, most likely because dreams were kinda rare for her to have.

She felt herself being embraced by arms and pulled into someone’s chest. The scent of cinnamon and orange fill her senses. It was her mom who pulled her daughter into her arms.

Sally gently shushed her daughter, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her kind down. She couldn’t recall seeing her beloved child like this. For as long as she remembered, Y/n had never cried, only really letting tears fall when her brother was hurt. It does sorta make sense, since Y/n vowed to protect her little brother no matter what.

Wilbur quietly moved forward, sitting down on the plush bed, slowly moving closer and bringing his warm hand onto Y/n’s head, lightly petting her hair.

A few minutes later, Y/n’s wails and sobs had tuned down to a small sniffle here and there. Wilbur had left and come back with a tired Fundy and steaming tea, setting the orange haired boy down next to his sister, and placing the hot mug on the nightstand beside the bed.

Sally kept running her fingers through the h/c haired girl’s hair. “Do you wanna tell us what happened in your dream?”

Y/n debated on whether she should tell them, but ultimately decided to just go with a blunter approach, and beg. “Please don’t leave dad.”

Wilbur’s eyes focused on his daughter, slightly confused. “What?”

Y/n cleared her throat and spoke up a little louder. “Please don't…don’t leave and start that nation you talked about with uncle Tommy.” She brought her head up and looked her father in the eyes. “I’m not being dramatic, I don’t want you to leave, stay with us.” Tears slowly started building up in the young girl’s orbs once more.

Wilbur and Sally shared a discreet look. Wilbur was set to leave tomorrow. Should he lie and tell his daughter he won’t go, but leave when she falls asleep, or comply with the wishes and stay with his loving family. Wilbur glanced at the clock in the room. It was 2 in the morning, everyone could get some sleep and then talk about it in the morning.

“Alright.” The brown haired man heaved out. “I’ll stay, and we can talk in the morning when everyone gets some sleep. I’ll call over grandpa and Tommy and Techno. Does that sound good?”

Y/n was desperate, so she would take what she could get on such a short notice. She nodded and slipped under the covers more. “Can you guys stay with us?”

Without a complaint the married couple turned out the lights and joined the warm bed.

Everyone was still pretty tired so sleep came easy, but the one question on the parents’ mind was simple.

‘What did Y/n dream about?’

[medium-kat07]

I love you, Dream Smp. I love you music discs I love you wooden bench I love you ugly dirt house I love you immature wars I love you silly pranks. I love you prime path I love you L'manburg. I love you uniform skins I love you Hamilton references I love you breaking bad roleplay I love you line delivery I love you pretty flag. I love you hallelujah anthem I love you traitors I love you revolution I love you community. I love you inside jokes I love you drug van I love you descent to madness. I love you tnt I love you independence I love you "Suck it, green boiiii!" I love you taste of something new. I love you elections I love you new characters I love you homoerotic debate. I love you twitter polls I love you one percent difference. I love you "Revoke the citizenship of WILBUR SOOT and TOMMYINNIT." I love you Pogtopia. I love you ravine I love you dying lanterns I love you determination. I love you my great unfinished symphony. I love you Technoblade I love you logging in at the perfect time. I love you scripted lore I love you vault of supplies I love you Manburg. I love you scratchy mic I love you implied festivals I love you moral dilemmas. I love you flatty patty I love you "Am I the villain in your story?" I love you dark flag I love you dark coat. I love you suits I love you revolting I love you propaganda I love you anarchy I love you spiralling. I love you tnt. I love you big festival I love you fireworks I love you The Pit I love you chaos. I love you war preparations I love you swollen insanity. I love you "I want to be your vassal." I love you podium. I love you war I love you weapons I love you armor I love you drug van I love you heart attack I love you meaningless death. I love you speeches I love you cheering I love you confusion I love you withers I love you anarchy I love you "You want to be a hero, Tommy? Then die like one!" I love you button room. I love you monologue. I love you Philza. I love you tnt. I love you explosions. I love you "Kill me, Phil." I love you tears. I love you crater. I love you rebuilding I love you uniforms that don't fit I love you bandages I love you new cabinet I love you Ghostbur I love you tensions I love you Ranboo. I love you exile. I love you manipulation. I love you hog hunt. I love you "I have a pickaxe, and I'll put it through your TEETH." I love you Quackity. I love you minutes man I love you hidden letters I love you hidden supplies. I love you Logstedshire. I love you prime log I love you improv I love you realizations I love you running away. I love you Arctic Commune. I love you golden apples I love you cobblestone towers I love you "bedrock bros!!" I love you green festival. I love you tnt. I love you memory loss I love you accusations I love you blaming I love you "The discs were worth more than you ever were." I love you betrayal I love you vengeance. I love you leaving I love you accepting I love you fighting I love you dog army I love you burning supplies I love you obsidian grid I love you death of a nation. I love you hallelujah anthem. I love you tnt. I love you moving forward. I love you Snowchester I love you Las Nevadas I love you Pandora's Vault. I love you compass I love you "We're going to kill Dream." I love you discs. I love you goodbyes I love you best friends I love you basements. I love you attachments. I love you sacrifice. I love you last-minute saviors. I love you prison I love you safety I love you Big Innit Hotel I love you therapy I love you Michael. I love you Egg I love you cults I love you parties I love you grief. I love you tnt. I love you loneliness. I love you Warden Sam I love you Sam Nook. I love you joy. I love you tridents I love you final attempt. I love you lockdowns I love you annoyances I love you madness I love you death. I love you Wilbur. I love you daylight. I love you loss I love you Ghostbur I love you revival I love you "I'M ALIVE!" I love you burger van I love you death I love you prison escape I love you goodbyes. I love you kidnapping. I love you letters. I love you moving on. I love you healing.

I love you broken endings. I love you goddess of death I love you not learning anything I love you Utah. I love you forgiveness where it wasn't needed. I love you fractured lore. I love you not responding to discord. I love you community. I love you Dream Smp.

[serashalala]

Ruins || Tallulah & DSMP!Philza

This ficlet is brought to you by:

@twbmccevent

She’s over Philza’s shoulders while they walk towards one of Wilbur’s other children. She’s told that he’d loved it the most, loved it even more than he did Fundy, his son.

This child, of Wilbur Soot, is a nation called L’manburg. His child, his unfinished Symphony, forever unfinished.

“And he died for this country.” Phil had said. “He died with it, when he’d killed L’manburg.” And Tallulah imagines that this must be the reason she found him in Limbo. Why he’s always so cynical. 

So here they are. Upon her insistence, she’d been brought by Philza towards the grave of Wilbur’s child. She can see it from the distance, grids of obsidian overhead what she sees is a massive crater.

When they go closer, Tallulah whistles from the back of her throat. How could this place have been a nation? She could see the bedrock under the water, surrounded by greens.

She writes something on her board, and she flips it over Phil’s head so he could read it face to face. “Why is it so deep?” She asks, “Surely it couldn’t have reached that deep during one explosion.

“It was a big explosion, Tallulah.”

“Still. My teacher– Mr. Smiley, he taught me and my siblings some things and this is one of them!” Tallulah insists.

and  Phil chuckles sheepishly at that. 

“That’s technically my fault.” He says, “People tried to build over it, did you know? They tried to build over my son’s grave, and they’ve made a corrupt government over it.”

Tallulah imagines that this Phil is the same as her Abuelito. Anarchists. 

“It was me, Techno, and a man called Dream– and you’re safe with me and Technoblade, Tallulah. Don’t you worry.”

She frowns. 

“And Dream?” Tallulah writes.

Phil lets out an angry coo, like a growl but something higher pitched. Tallulah feels discomforted when she hears it, like someone is scolding her really bad for what she’s done, even if she hasn’t done anything bad at all.

“Going nowhere near us anytime soon.” Phil answers curtly, and she knows not to talk or ask more about it.

Still, she wonders what that’s about.

“Were people hurt?” Tallulah asks.

His voice is soft when he answers. “Of course.” Phil sighs. “I’ve taken away the place that they loved– but it was because they’d foregone the people surrounding it.” 

 She… she doesn’t like this. It feels so complicated, and it feels like no matter what happens she’d end up on the wrong side of someone. Still, she knows that regardless, she would always be by this rendition of her family’s side.

There aren’t good or bad people. Just people. No one is evil for evil’s sake.

“What do you mean?” 

“They hurt us first, and we hurt them back.” Phil says. “But we’ve made sure that they don’t hurt anyone else after it– this place, it’s cursed. It’s doomed to destroy the people in it, and have them destroy everyone else.”

No one is evil for evil’s sake.

Tallulah can’t help but think that this can’t be any more truer for the people in the Tundra with her. 

[beccawasautocorrected]

"MY LMANBURG PHIL.

MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINSIHED.

IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, NO ONE CAN!!!"

-c!Wilbur Soot, 2 years ago today

Happy anniversary :')

[spacexxcoward]

Am I a villain, in this story?

I wanna drive home the idea. That this celebration. Will be about Manburg. That has been brought forth by my administration. A celebration of democracy...

Killling- Schlatt wouldn't do anything.

...of law...

Killing Schlatt wouldn't fix a single thing.

....and of the new era of peace.

It wouldn't have mattered if you killed him or not. Okay. Me and you, we both agree we're right. We- We're in the right here, aren't we?

Well, yeah, I mean, I'm always in the right, so..

Then let's be the bad guys.

My first decree. As the president of L'manburg.

You know how we started this together, right? The dream war, and then we followed Wilbur and he started L'manburg-

THE EMPEROR.

L'manburg my unfinished symphony-

OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY.

My great unfinished symphony..

Wilbur, surely not, Wil- Wil?

IS TO REVOKE. THE CITIZENSHIP.

(Yessir!)

OF WILBUR SOOT. AND TOMMYINNIT.

You're scared. Tommyinnit you're scared that people are gonna thing differently of you- Tommy when I said you're never gonna be president you're gonna have to understand that wasn't- that wasn't a challenge. That's true. You're never going to be president, Tommy.

But you're being a moron, Wilbur-

I wanna- I wanna ask-

You're being insane!

I'm thinking.

Tubbo, are you happier?

Dream. I want to be your vassal.

Wilbur. Hand me that TNT.

Tommy, I'll have to- step in.

I say, if WE can't have Manburg, NO ONE. NO ONE. CAN HAVE MANBURG.

And i hate to say it to you- but there's one thing I have that you'll never ever ever have. I have the blade.

Tommy, the thing is, you're using words- but the thing about this world, Tommy? Is that the only universal language is violence. And we've had that conversation. We've spoken that language. In the pit. It's over, Tommy. Onto a new day. A new plot. To destroy Manburg.

Wait, Schlatt?-

Be safe.

Wilbur said he wasn't gonna hurt me!

We need L'manburg back.

(Technoblade laughs)

To test tumblr’s reading comprehension…

you can do ANYTHING to this post, reblog, add polls, start a fuckin roleplay in the notes, like it, I don’t give a shit.

BUT

you can’t add tags

[spook-202]

On this Ides of March,

Let us remember a very iconic man in history, who was stabbed--

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Uhhhhh

[stardustanddaffodils]

cause i’m so high my brain can’t even look at the fall

so, november 16, huh?

[ID: A digital drawing of c!Wilbur’s silhouette standing on top of a row of TNT with his arms spread out. There are no details on Wilbur’s silhouette except for the L’Manberg flag patch on his jacket, which is in color but slightly faded. The background is dark bluish-gray and covered in smoke. /End ID.]

[softnoblade]

Unfinished Symphony #2: A Place Worthy of Her Death

She'd always known that she'd be left, alone amongst the wreck of a downed country, when all else falls to dust and wreckage. She'd always known she'd be left, because why wouldn't she? She's not anybody valuable, not useful at all to the underground protest they'd staged to revoke Schlatt's rule, and now she stands here, alone once more, amongst the wreckage of a country that had been hers, once.

They always have a lot to say; a lot to scream at those who hurt them and to use as harsh weaponry to force those who would stand, shoulder to shoulder — two people versus the world, a show of strength and care — as far away from them as they are able to push. She's not sure why they would; and placement of blame—

That, she's always thought, does more harm than good.

But she stands here now, her country barely even a shell of the past that once grew strong here, and wonders; because the end has come, and she's all that's left.

What would he have thought of that? He destroyed L'manburg, made a place worthy of her death and then destroyed every last meter of what he stood for, once. He'd blown the place to the sky and laughed as the ground shattered under everyone's feet. He'd stood there and laughed, and she'd watched as he was run through, by a father and a sword that gleamed pearlescent. What would he say, were he to learn she’s all that’s left?

To be wholly, utterly honest; she’s not sure he’d care. She can’t know how he’d react, not now, when he’s dead and gone, well beneath the earth, but there’s only one other who could, arguably, know better.

And her thoughts on the matter come down to the fact that when the end came, he chose death over her country, and he chose death over her.