#shelby supporters dni

[lillyspeakz]

I need fluff abt sitting in Wilbur’s lap. I’m so sleepy and need to be held

Of course darling- I need this too!

-

It had been a rough day at work and the band had invited you to join them at the studio since they were still there. Wil had told you to call him once you were there and to buzz in so he could come and let you in.

As you stepped up to the door, you were startled as the door swung open in front of you, Wilbur standing there with a big grin as he let you in, opening his arms for you to fall into. “I was watching your location, as creepy as that sounds.” He let out a slight ‘oof’ as you placed all your body weight onto him and wrapped your arms around him. “Hey love, what’s wrong?”

You nuzzled further into his chest as you mumbled something incoherent to him. Wilbur gently tapped your cheek and lifted your head to look up at him, giving you raised eyebrows and a soft smile, knowing that you knew what he wanted. “Rough day and mean people.”

Wil sighed at the words and ran his hand through your hair. “I’m sorry love. We’re just working on some finishing touches for some songs. We’ll be done soon, then we can go home and order take out, yeah?” You nodded against his chest as he led you to the studio, letting you walk in first.

Seeing all the boys, you waved to all of them with a smile as they greeted you. Wilbur sat in the corner, motioning for you to come over to him. As you walked over, Wilbur patted the seat next to him, yet you decided that wasn’t where you wanted to be. You stood in between his legs as you sat on his lap and draped your legs over his, Wilbur’s arms wrapping around you and cradling you close to him. “Well hello.” He smiled down at you as he placed your head in the crook of his neck.

Relaxing himself, Wilbur nodded at the group, telling them that they could continue as he placed his hand in your hair and played with the loose strands.

Curling deeper into him, you held onto the fabric of his hoodie, having something of him in your hands so he wouldn’t let you go. Wil’s hand continues to play with your hair as the hand on your thigh rubbed up and down, softly humming the song playing in the background in your ear making your sleepy state more apparent.

You fell into sleeps embrace as Wil placed a gentle kiss on your temple and placed the hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear, admiring your resting face. Seeing every worried crinkle of your eye soften as you got much needed rest. A slight smile making its way onto your face at the dream you were having.

“Are they asleep?” Ash whispered next to Wil, looking over at you and smiling at your state. Nodding, Wil looked up and saw the rest of the boys looking at them and rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get this done so I can get this one home, yeah?”

[aquamarine021109]

HOLY SHIT I JUST LISTEN TO THE NEW LOVEJOY SONG AND IT WAS SOOO GOOOD!!!!!

(Okay biases aside, I actually really liked it. there were a few parts I didn't really like but overall, a really good song :D)

(And I guess for anyone wandering my fav lovejoy song is warsaw :D)

[irisiscool]

“Okay but if I make edits of Wilbur Soot that’s still not directly supporting-“

Why would you do that?

[reefsuserboxes]

c!wilbur fictive userboxes

(not a request)

please credit if you use! likes & reblogs are also really appreciated

[stim-odds]

hello everyone!! just here to remind anyone who supports the content creator wilbur soot ( not the canon characters. we can separate characters from creators. ) to please not interact with my account or stimboards this includes liking, reblogging, sharing, etc as it goes against my boundaries as a creator of the stimboards I’ve made for people. so if you support cc Wilbur soot, cc dream team ( Dream, Sapnap, George, ) and refuse to support Shubble / Shelby and other victims that were harmed by these people. please kindly do not interact and move onto another stimboard account. again, I thank you all for reading, and requests will be completed soon!! please have a good rest of your day / night / afternoon and stay safe.

[a-drewid]

Wilbur loved Hamilton so much he rlly decided to pull a Hamilton huh.

[butterflywarrioredits]

@isa-ghost and @offscot so yknow how on stream yesterday I chatted about someone using the tag “the real Tallulah” for fanart of her and the Brighton Biter? Yeah here’s proof. Feel free to expose and shame them for supporting that disgusting man and not knowing anything about the actual Lullah.

[cassiopeacollective]

IMAGES NOT BY US! IT WAS A SLIDESHOW ON TIKTOK!

We won't force Sandy and Wilbur to go dormant or forbid them from fronting. They are source separated and are extremely disgusted by cc!Wilbur's action.

Icarius allowed me to make this post :D

-🐝

[pythonsystem]

So remember how a few days ago our Wilbur Soot fictive (he's now called Ashen) came from dormancy?

Turns out, 10 others came out of dormancy as well, all old DSMP fictives and now we have to deal with a WHOLE LOT of confused alters who used to identify with their sources, but now have either dead, shitty, or cancelled sources. Idfk where Bleu is, and Scynth is probably dormant. Our fronting rhythm is out of wack. This is going to take a while to sort out, including updating our simply plural members.

What did we do lmao

[lillyspeakz]

reader greeting wilbur at the airport after a tour. when he first spots you he practically runs to you. he’s tired and clingy and hasn’t seen you in soooo long

hello! I loved this concept and I hope I wrote it well, I’m sorry this took a longer time, but I hope you enjoy!

warnings: fluff!!!!!

-

The boys had been on tour in the US for a couple months now, having played at festivals and all around the country. You sadly couldn’t go with them due to work and bad timing, but you did fly out to a show or two if you could. Even then, it’s been a month and some time since you’ve seen Wilbur in person, the FaceTime calls and small conversations hanging you both over till he was home.

Tom had made fun of you both for being so clingy towards each other, even when you were thousands of miles apart. He’d text Wilbur saying how gloomy you were and how you wouldn’t stop talking about him, and he’d also complain to you about how Wilbur would ask why you weren’t answering him when he knew you were with Tom and some friends. He just wanted to talk to you as much as he could.

You both pushed his comments away, only worried about the other and hoping someday soon you can see each other. So when Wil told you that they had one more show and he’d be home, you were ecstatic! You’d be able to see him in less than 48 hours.

To say you were a tad nervous was an understatement. You hadn’t seen him properly in a while, haven’t felt his touch and the warmth of his body and it made you ache for it. You did know what you’d do once you saw him, but all you knew was you were excited to be in the same room as him again.

As you stood in the airport, waiting to see at least someone from the group, hoping it’d be the tall brunette. Sadly your hopes were shattered as you saw Ash and Mark walking towards you with their luggage, Joe and David following close behind.

As they spotted you, they all gave you tired smiles and waves. You hugged all of them, knowing that they didn’t really want to socialize with the jet lag and how crazy everything has been. But you all silently knew they were all glad to be back and ready to rest before grinding again.

Turning back around, you finally saw him. He was stood a few feet away, looking at you with the most relieved look ever, a small smile on his face as his eyes took you in. You smiled back at him as tears started to rise in your eyes. You let out a laugh as he waved at you, walking up to him as you threw your arms around his neck and hid your face in his chest.

His arms engulfed you in their hold as he dropped his bag on the floor and pulled you as close to him as he could. His hand held the back of your head, as one rested around your waist.

“Oh my darling, how I’ve missed you.” He whispered out to you, his face hidden behind your hair. He held onto you tightly, still trying to grasp that you were actually in front of him.

You both didn’t realize how hard and lonely the long distance had been until now, all of the things that made you mad or sad or feel lonely was all because you didn’t have your person beside you. It didn’t feel right until now.

Pulling away, Wilbur cupped your face in his hands and wiped a stray tear that fell from your face, smiling down at you as you giggled. Leaning down , Wil softly placed his lips on yours in a much needed kiss. The kiss was indescribable, so many emotions and feelings going into that one kiss. Holding onto his forearms, you rubbed his wrist as he continued to kiss you, neither of you wanting to let go yet.

“Ok, can we do this later? I would like to get home sometime soon.” Joe commented as Wilbur pulled away and flipped him off, a laugh escaping the boys lips.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s go, love. Once we get the whiney children home, we can take a much needed nap yes?” Wil asked you, silent hope shining through his eyes.

“Yes. Yes we can.” You said, laughing as he fist pumped the air in excitement.

-

Bonus;

“Hey! The chat wants to see you.” Tommy said as he came into the editing room that was part of his office. Wil had been editing the newest episode for Sorry since we was back and had time to do it, leading you to be dragged with him for moral support.

“Ooo yeah!” You said as you went to get up, but was quickly met with arms around your waist and a groan coming from behind you and a head hiding in your neck. “Once I get this little guy off me.” Wil groaned at the nickname but didn’t protest.

“Wil, man! It’s been a week! They won’t disappear if they’re not with you for five seconds.” Tommy complained as he waited for Wil to let you go and let you come with him.

“But I had them first.” Wil whined, pulling you tighter against him as you ran your hand through his hair, loving how close you were in the moment.

“I’ll only be a minute or two ok? I won’t be long.” You whispered to him as he looked at you with a small pout.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You said back as he huffed and looked at the blonde.

“You have 5 minutes max! Anymore than that and I’m stealing them away again.” Wil pointed a finger at Tom as he held his hands up in a defensive manner.

“Jeez man! It’s not me who wants them! Tell chat that!”

“Tell chat for me?” Wil asked as he looked at me.

“Always.”

taglist: @ivvees-blog @horny-p0et

[aquamarine021109]

Bro I am laughing so hard right now😂 so basically I was on Facebook (i will not share my Facebook because it has my real name) and I changed my banner to wilbur; and my aunt noticed and said to my dad "who is that"; he said it was one of my youtubers which is true; I do watch wilbur. BUT my aunt for some reason thought he was my boyfriend or something. EVEN THO I AM LITERALLY FIFTEEN AND HE IS TWENTY-SEVEN?!?!? HOW COULD SHE NOT TELL THAT WILL IS LITERALLY IN HIS TWENTIES!?!? AND EVEN THO MY DAD TOLD HER HE IS A YOUTUBER, SHE IS STILL THINKING HE IS MY BOYFRIEND!!?? WHYYY?!?! (bro even tho wilbur looks young for his age, even I can tell he is in his twenties. How did she think he was around my age and my boyfriend?!?) (btw my aunt is sixty-two and my dad is sixty)

[thomewt]

fuck william spencer patrick gold. if you like wilbur, get the fuck off my blog and block me.

[reefsuserboxes]

wilbur soot factive userboxes

(not a request)

please credit if you use! likes & reblogs are also really appreciated

this wasn't something we were super comfortable requesting from someone else, so we decided to make it ourselves

[saintmuses]

❝𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣❞

Pairing:

Soft!Dark!Thomas Shelby x Ada’s BSF!Reader

Summary:

Ada’s best friend had been much of a family. When she was requested for her hand in marriage to another, perhaps she was too much of a family.

Warning(s): slightly Dub-con. Inappropriate touching. Possessive!Thomas. Implied Jealousy. Threat. Controlling. Minors, dni! Note: this is a mini series, so there will be three parts.

Word Count: 963

She had remembered the feeling the first time she had met Thomas Shelby. He was a kind of person who laughed with a twinkle in his eyes.

She was seventeen when she became Ada’s first friend in Birmingham, and she had only got to meet him for a few months before he enlisted for the Great War. After he came back, his pale blue eyes cascaded in ice, and he didn’t laugh or smile anymore. However, he became more receptive towards her, always having eyes on her as if she was a member of his family or Peaky Blinders.

Ada’s painted lips grew taut as she looked at her apologetically. “Oh, about that…” she trailed off with a sigh as a response to her impending marriage proposal with the man she had been going steady with for a while now.

“What is it, Ada?”

“You would need to consult with Tommy about that. Although I don’t think you should…” Ada trailed off, realizing she had said too much.

Her eyes narrowed at the Shelby sister, catching onto what she was not saying. “And why not?”

Ada hesitated, “I’ve heard that Edward already asked for your hand, but evidently Tommy did not give his blessing.”

Her blood ran cold at the implication of not being able to marry Edward. “Why do I need to ask Tommy for permission to walk down the aisle?” She questioned, fiddling with the hem of her coat. “I’m not really a part of this family.”

“Well, Tommy already considered you as a part of the Shelby family, otherwise he would not let you attend the meetings.” Ada pointed out, flicking off an invisible lint off her coat.

“You mean to tell me that I have to consult with Tommy with any decisions I make regarding my future?” She enunciated each word slowly, but with tension filled with anger. Ada’s gaze turned sympathetic.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you are not the only one.”

“No,” she said sharply as she fumed internally. Her eyes flashed in irritation. “Because he has already gotten involved with making decisions for my future that has nothing to do with the business of the Shelby family.”

Slamming the doors open with a soft bang, she stormed into his office without glancing at Lizzie who was about to greet her.

“Thomas!” She shouted, gritting her teeth.

He barely looked up from his paperwork that was scattered around on his ordinate desk. “Y/N,” he said simply, placing his pen aside.

She heard Lizzie closing the doors behind her so no one else could interrupt them.

“I heard you received a visitor recently,” she prodded angrily, eyebrows raising to prompt him to speak.

He heaved a sigh which bristled her, and she crossed her arms when he ran his hands down his face before rubbing his eyes as if he just received a headache.

I swear this man-

His words interrupted her internal tirade. “He asked me for your hand in marriage,” he said calmly, intertwining his fingers on top of the desk. “And I said no.”

“And why not?”

He pushed himself out of the chair, grabbing a decanter to pour himself a fresh drink of Irish whiskey. “Because it does not benefit the family if you were to marry a man like him.” Her eye twitched slightly when she heard the glass met wood as he placed the tumbler back on the desk.

“A man like-“ she cut herself off, trying again before anger got the best of her. “He’s respectable, he has wealth which he would be able to provide support for his and my future family, and-“

“And I said no, Y/N.” He said sharply, interrupting her which effectively caused her to close her mouth. His words were stern as he stared down at her with icy blue eyes. 

She looked at him in disbelief, a sense of chill ran through her veins when things did not connect, fitted like pieces of a puzzle. “You can’t make choices for me.”

His lips quirked slightly, “you’ll find that I can.”

Her eyebrows slowly furrowed as she stared up at him, observing his expression. 

Before she could lunge out of the armchair, away from the office, and away from him, he had already anticipated her move, reaching for her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her to him, gripping her tightly with a clenched jaw and unbridle danger lurking in his strict gaze.

“Careful, sweetheart.” He warned her softly; However, his tone gave away to the threat that was simmering underneath the surface. 

Her bottom lip trembling as she peered up at him with glistening eyes. “Why would you do that?” She asked quietly, voice shaking inaudibly. “Why would you get involved with my life when it doesn’t even benefit you to begin with?” 

He didn’t say anything yet as his thumb teased the waistband of her skirt before his fingers lightly skimming down between her thighs, brushing her cunt over the thin opaque material and her underwear. 

She was shocked by how reactive her body was to his ghostly touch. She shook her head, looking pleadingly into his cold eyes for some sense of mercy.

He tilted his head before he pressed down hard on her clit through multiple layers of fabrics. She gasped, her entire body jerking at the unfamiliar combination of pleasure and a twinge of pain that seemed to render her immobile, not without a shudder.

He then leaned his head forward, closing the distance between their faces. He lightly brushed his lips against hers, barely touching. “Because if you were going to marry anyone, it would be me.” He murmured, his voice was dangerous as he stared deeply into her eyes before releasing her, stepping away from her presence.

act i | ❝𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣❞

act ii | ❝𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣❞

act iii | ❝𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙❞

[karmaz3r0]

Currently in class but I just wanted to show this.

How does Dream apologize better than Wilbur soot for something he hasn’t even done?

And he’s right.

Wilbur shouldn’t be afraid to say Shelby’s name, and he’s a fucking coward for that.

Again, if it hasn’t showed enough, this is NOT a safe space for Wilbur soot defenders. DNI if you are a defender. DNI if you want Philza and Tommyinnit to speak out immediately too.

Billzo has stated he’s watched his friends be manipulated by Wilbur, Tommy was most likely one of them considering how close they were.

And let’s not forget, Wilbur PUSHED the family dynamic on the other sleepy bois. Tommy looked up to that man. He saw him as a brother. He was there for that GROWN ASS 27 YEAR OLD MAN when his lazy ass couldn’t get out of bed. Let’s all remember that Tommy is currently 19 as well, let that sink in, they met when Tommy was around 14-16?

That’s when you’re the most impressionable, especially since Tommy had looked up to him since before they met. He had to have been around like 16-18 when he was out here fucking taking care of this man in his mid (now late) twenties.

Whatever you may think about the creators that don’t speak out right now, I’d just like to say that the ones who were the closest to him are gonna have a hard time with this.

And stop spreading around proof of Wilbur’s red flags from Tommy’s videos. Knowing how these situations can be handled, he could be beating himself up over the fact that he didn’t see something sooner. Don’t even say “oH wElL hE sHoUlD’vE” he was a fucking kid, a kid brought up by the internet. Don’t go pressuring him either, he got surgery about a week ago.

With that in mind and finally out of my system, support Shelby Shubble, give her all the love and support that you can right now. She is brave for speaking out.

My blog is a safe space for victims, for people going through it right now. My heart goes out to the victims who have spoken out, and the ones who have lost their voice. You all deserve love, you deserve better than what the world has given you.

I wish you all a good morning, good afternoon, and a goodnight.

[murruspins]

Guys, immm just gonna say, if you don’t support shubble on coming out as a victim, dni. I’m 100% supporting shubble no matter who the abuser was. And the people saying she’s faking it?? How fucking insensitive can you be?? Always believe the victim unless it’s proven they’re faking. Oh and also, I feel like some people are getting distracted by the fact it may be Wilbur, and are focusing on that instead of the fact SHELBY IS A LITERAL VICTIM. Maybe focus on comforting her, and helping create a safe space for her. Thank you for coming to my pep talk.