#bellfort answers writing
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This is a vent fic i wrote ages ago. I don't have any plans for it, so I'm giving it to you. It's a gift. You can honestly do whatever you want with it. It's completely yours, add to it, read it, delete it, I don't mind. I think you might enjoy it and tbh i just want to be free of it. Its not published anywhere or anything. Uh tw for mildly implied suicidal thoughts.
Wilbur leaned back in his chair, taking a drag of the energy drink on his desk. He was streaming, and it had been nice and chill so far. Some QnA, some GeoGuesser and he'd promised to play a song for chat at the end.
"Thank you BXLBB for the 20," he exclaimed. "BXLBB" he repeated dramatically, and laughed. "Geez, put a vowel in your name dude. Do I plan on doing more chill streams? Yeah probably. We'll have to see how it goes, I'm not really going by too much of a schedule right now." He leaned forward. "Millie X, thank you for the 10. OK, so I think we-"
BRRRRNG!
Wilbur jumped violently in his chair, then giggled slightly. "Oh god that was my phone. I didn't"- he laughed again. "I wasn't expecting that chat, it made me jump. That's going to get clipped, isnt it. Jesus."
BRRRRING!
He looked at the phone screen. TommyInnit calling. Wait. Tommy calling? At 11pm, while Wilbur was streaming, AND on his phone? With no texts or discord messages first? That was concerning. It was probably just Tommy being an ass, but the anxious part of Wilburs brain said he had to be sure. Ugh, if he was pranking him, he would kill that child. Tommy would just messing around, in which case the moment he started talking, Wil would tell him he was streaming and immedietly hang up on him.
"Oh fuck, it's the FBI," he yelped. He had to play it of as a joke for chat. "They saw how good I am at Geoguesser and now they're all after me. Hold on chat, let me just take this and make sure everything's alright. I'll be right back."
He muted his mic and picked up the call.
"Hullo TommyInnit."
No response.
He turned his volume up. Maybe it had been too low.
If he really strained, he could hear a very faint noise.
Oh fuck.
His anxiety was starting to creep in now.
"Tommy?"
Silence again.
"Tommy, I can't hear you."
More silence.
And then there was a muffled choking noise, and a quiet broken voice said "Hey Will."
For a split-second, Wilbur wondered if someone else had got his number by mistake. He had never in his life heard Tommy sound like that. But it had to be him by the call screen.
"Tommy are you OK?" Thank God he didn't ignore the call, thank god he didn't ignore the call. "Whats going on?"
Another beat of awkward quiet.
"It's nothing," muttered Tommy. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you Wil."
Oh fuck it must be bad. This was the teen who had told him his mother was dying to get him on stream.
"Tommy tell me what's going on."
"I don't- honestly Wilbur it's, I mean- I just-" Tommy stammered. He breathed out slowly and shakily. His voice was getting more watery and unsteady, in a very un-Tommyinnit like way. "I can't- can't seem to do-." He exhaled again and then he blurted out "Wil I want to delete my channel."
"You want to delete your channel?" Wilbur was trying to keep his voice level, but he could hear a tiny bit of incredulity and panic spill through.
Tommy was getting more worked up now. "I'm going to delete it Wil, I'm going to."
"Woah, woah. Don't do anything you'll regret. Where are you?"
"In my room. At my desk."
"OK. Sit on your bed away from the PC. Are your parents home?"
"They've gone out." He could hear a soft SCHMF as Tommy threw himself on the bed.
"So what-why do you want to delete your channel, Tommy?" The question 'what happened?' was clear in his words.
"I hate it Will. I... I don't like, I mean- honestly Wilbur, everything that's on there is shit. What is the point of keeping it up?" Tommy sniffed.
"Tommy..."
"Don't sugarcoat it Wil, I know- I know- I see how things are, you know. And I know I let you down and" Tommy's voice broke. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry, I've fucking failed Wilbur, I've let everyone down, I shouldn't even- I didn't mean to fuck everything up like I have, I dissapointed you-" and then Tommy was really crying, with sobs muffled by his hands and the phone.
Wilbur was stunned. Truly stunned. This was not a prank. Tommy was not OK. Tommy wanted to destroy everything he had worked for. Tommy was crying.
"Tommy," he said softly. "You haven't dissapointed me. Why did you think that?"
"Cos' y'know I-" he sobbed. "You-you like believed, you thought I could do good with my channel and my streams, but it's-" he sobbed again. "All of its so shit, and- and I've thrown away all my chances and I've limited everything and I just think it would be-" Tommy couldn't get the rest out.
"Tommy, your videos are good. Maybe they're not all amazing, but you worked hard on all of them and they're all enjoyed by people." Wilbur was still reeling. "You don't hate all of them right?"
Tommy, save for crying, didn't reply.
"Right?"
No response.
"Tommy, trust me, you just don't see it now but I don't think your channel is as bad as you think. Did someone say something?"
"No!" Tommy cried, insistently. "No, no, you don't understand, this is just the way it is. Nobody told me, I came to this realisation myself."
"But," Wilbur started. "This realisation of yours is total nonsense Tommy."
Tommy sniffled.
"I don't know. I'm sorry Will."
"Are you doing OK? Is everything alright at school and home?"
"It's fine. Its... Fine."
"You don't think you're, you know, going through something? Are you depressed?" As Wilbur said this a realisation of his own hit him- he was still streaming. Chat was going crazy. He typed in chat: "everything is OK, but I have to end stream now. Sorry everybody. Go send Niki some love." Then he pressed the raid button. And watched the viewers drop.
"Wil I'm not-I don't know," Tommy said. "It would just be easier-well, better for everyone if it was gone. If I was y'know."
'End Stream.' Click. Hopefully the Internet wasn't too rabid. Then Tommy's words caught up with his brain. "Wait, Tommy you don't mean that," he said. "Thats really concerning Tommy. What about Dream and Techno and Tubbo and Schlatt? All these people you-"
"No!" Tommy screamed, immedietly distressed. "No, no, no, no, they don't, I can't-"
"Tommy, Tommy, calm down. It's OK." Tommys breathing filled the space.
"I'm getting Phil."
"No, please don't get Phil, please Wilbur I'm sorry, please Will-" Tommy spluttered frantically.
Wilbur typed a message to Phil with rapid speed, explaining what had happened.
Phil called immedietly, and Wil muted his phone.
"Will, what the fuck is happening? I saw you ended stream early. And you say Tommy's-." Phil was silent for a second. "Oh. Is he OK?"
"I have him on the phone, Phil, please talk to him."
Wilbur unmuted his phone.
"Hiya mate," Phil said softly.
Tommy quietly replied "Hi Phil."
//TW FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS//
Anon what the actual fuck. I just read this while sitting in ap world and I’m literally like stunned. Anon how-anon-I-
This is rlly rlly rlly good. Like rlly good. It actually made me feel like I was there like I was Wilbur what the fuck this lowkey wrecked me what
Anon I know you have gifted this to me but please. I think it’s amazing and that you should continue with it if you want to. It’s very good.
Please come back and talk to me!! I’m invested in this now
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look at my failed wilbur & tommy fanfic
(i made this on feb 4th, and i just found it and why did i do this)
“Tommy,” Wilbur said quietly, “Your name is going to be Tommy.”
Tommy- he guess that was his name now. “Tommy, what type of shit name is that”
He alway remembers when Wilbur first found him.
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He found himself digging in through some trash as his stomach rumbled back and forth. There wasn’t much food for him to find since most of it was moldy food and it was just the damn garbage. But, sometimes the people were foolish enough to throw away food that wasn't finished. So as he picked through all the moldy food, he still found some good things. Like the uneaten piece of cake or the barely used shoes that kinda fit him but he didnt care.
Seeing as he was satisfied for the night, he started to gather his things. Until he was picked up by what looked like a tall lanky man. The man had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin that wore a yellow sweater with normal pants. The child was nevertheless scared and started punching the stranger. He was just trying to find some food for the night but instead is getting kidnapped by some weird man. Even his punches were weak even as he tried to get away from the man.
Without warning his body dropped to the floor and the man stopped walking. Gathering his surroundings, he found himself on a soft red couch? The room was lightly lit and the man was gone. Under the couch was a boring brown floor that had a nightstand with a lamp. Standing up he began to ask himself what the hell just happened.
Then the man came back with food and water. It could be poison since he didn't even know this man and he basically just got kidnapped by him too. As he pushed the food away from him, the brown haired man sighed and frowned. The man picked up what he thought was a piece of bread and bit into it.
“See not poisonous, now please eat you gremlin.”
Still not trusting the strange man, he took the bread and slowly bit it. It tastes good so he bit it again and again and again. Until it was all gone. Finally done with the bread, his stomach felt good and full. He still didn't trust the man and it didn't take him long till he started talking back.
“Who are you? Why did you grab me? Also how the hell are you so tall-”
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AWWW raccoon!innit my beloved
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Yes yes yes yes I love this sleepy. Sm. You should write one for Cat.
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His hands shake.
The night chill bites his fingers, his small frame unprotected, thin sweater doing nothing for the ache of cold. Flint and steel glint in the moonlight. Scratch, spark, nothing. Warmth is stolen away by unforgiving wind. Tears cling to his dry, flushed skin. Scratch, spark, nothing.
His hands shake.
Scratch, spark-
The fire starts. A small, miserable thing. Flames lick at his fingertips, the tool drops, and he sobs dryly. His tears are spent. His sorrows are not.
He curls next to the fire, whimpering.
His hands shake.
Anon what the FUCK
This is so little but yet so poetic. Holy shit. I love this. Get your ass back in here and give me MORE.
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His feet ache.
Miles, hours, days on end. Biomes blend together and his shoes are tatters on his feet. He stumbles into a village, but he can't afford replacements, and the people turn him away with a sneer and a snide remark.
Cloth wrappings replace leather shoes. Blood trails behind him.
His feet ache.
He learns that burning seals wounds, and his feet don't bleed anymore. He limps forward, ash following each step.
His feet ache.
He keeps walking.
ANON ANON WHAT THE FUCK
This feels like a mystery and I’m piecing it together. I’m in love with this. Send more yes plz
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Hey
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just saw a clip of Puffy talking about how Tommy popped into a VC with her and Sapnap to wish them a good day before going to school and i'm just so,,, AAHHH. but yeah, now i'm imagining a 5+1 style fic of five times Tommy checked in to make sure his friends were okay and one time they returned the favor.
I’ve seen that clip like three times now and it gets me everytime
Also fuck you bc no I’m imagining writing a fic like 3+1 style of three times tommy was an absolute sweetheart and the one time he was confronted abt it.
Fuck.
#bellfort answers#bellfort has too many fic ideas#plz help#my list is so long#I can’t write that fast#fuck#wilbur soot#tommyinnit
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the introduction (and the only part you'll see before I maybe publish this)
Tommy says it started with a joke- at least, he blames it on the joke. Maybe it was an insecurity so deeply suppressed he never noticed it, or something people pointed out way too much, but Tommy says it started with a joke.
It was 2 AM, albeit way too late, but Wilbur and Phil and Quackity and Everyone was awake, so why shouldn’t he? They’re playing Jackbox, on Quackity’s stream, the long awaited SBI Jackbox with other people who could make them more funny (not that Tommy wasn’t funny enough, he carried the SBI’s humor on his back and you could quote him on that). It was Wilbur and Tommy’s turn to “Rap Battle” each other, and Wilbur had asked if he could be mean. Tommy had said sure, and Wilbur had been hesitant, but he could tell that Wilbur was itching to roast him, so why not.
He didn’t expect it to hit him that hard. He didn’t expect him to be lying in bed, on the phone with Tubbo at 4 AM, that same morning, still thinking about Wilbur’s words.
“Maybe it wasn’t just a joke, everyone says drunk words are sober thoughts and he was probably sleep deprived, so maybe he was just finally letting it out. And he’s right, I steal my jokes and everything from other people, jesus christ, I should be more original, maybe I should just stop-”
“Tommy, can you shut up for once!” Tubbo interrupted, “In the most respectful way possible, be quiet. It was one rap battle, Will still loves you and all that shit. Plus, you take his jokes and personality because you look up to him. It’s honestly cute.”
Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, yeah you’re right. Thanks Tubzo. Imatry to get some sleep before college tomorrow. Or I guess it’s today, but that’s besides the point. Sleep well?”
“As always,”
“Night.”
The sound of a discord call hanging up rang through Tommy’s ears, and he plugged in his phone. Tubbo had surely reassured him for tonight, but the thoughts still nagged at Tommy, eating away.
- Vesper
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bruh i just need to tell this someone: i watched wilbur in 2019, soothouse/minecraft,but , all that. and rn i cant stop thinking about what would his reaction be if someone told him back then that a sudden teenager will just jump into his life and make many things better and louder and brighter. like what the hell. he’d never ever believe that, no one would. But here they are!!! And look at them!! it’s wonderful. always happy for tommy but for wilbur too. i want more ppl 2have such happy stories
This is exactly how I feel. Like I am perfectly fine with my life as long as they are happy. That’s all I want.
((Also can I write this I want to write this please))
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2. 3. 7. (From the questions for fic writers post)
2. One day, ONE DAY, I will get around to writing a fic where Tommy has a nightmare and Wilbur comforts him.
3. I mean…I won’t ever write anything that feels icky so
7. This is rlly story specific but I’m proud of it:
“The view of a secluded and peaceful cabin with a large maple growing beside it would grab the attention of anyone else, but Tommy found his eyes drawn to the sky. At that moment, it resembled a fresh bruise with hues of purple melting into blue and black. Stars were just starting to appear out of foliage like drops of molten silver in a pool of ink, twinkling mischievously. The moon was nothing more than a sliver but it was strikingly bright, making everything else on planet earth dim in comparison. Tommy felt dim in comparison, even with huge black and red wings sprouting from his back and a mysterious yet dangerous power humming at his fingertips.
Tommy took a deep breath, letting the air fill up his lungs and his heart and his mind.
The secluded and peaceful cabin with a large maple growing beside it was where he lived, but the sky would always be his home.”
Thanks for the ask:)
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okay so i notice your big ol list of aus- i need them where do i find them please there are so many on that list i want to read. for example, max ride au?? yes please. i read the one by silverwing and i need More please i love the idea so much.
Yes! And I have no updated that list in a while (I should actually get on that 😬) but I should tell u that most of these aus are without fics. I like to brainstorm them. If you want to hear more abt any of them just send another ask and tell me which ones ur interested in! Im more than happy to share😊 as for my maximum ride au…I have two fics written in that universe! If u click on the link in my bio u should be able to find them easily.
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oh god not the angst already, but i can imagine it so clearly: it’s evening, and tommy has to leave soon, and wilbur won’t say it, but he is somewhat sad, because the day passed too quickly. and maybe he wanted just two of them to hang out for longer but then content, vlogging, meeting other people, meeting fans and so on. all in one day, and now tommy’s leaving already. and they only had time to hang out together in the morning. there will be other meetings, of course! but still.
Wait I want to write this
Is it okay if I write this
Plz
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hello, i dont suppose you have any kind of advice on how to go about writing a fic?
There are lots of ways to go abt writing a fic. I’ve been writing fics for over a year now and I have many different strategies. Sometimes I plan them out with an outline - making bullet points of what I want to have happen. Other times I will write all the dialogue and then go back and add action. And sometimes I just write in spurts, letting my inspiration come naturally. I think it’s rlly important to not put too much pressure on yourself and to remember that it’s for fun. That is something that I have struggled with in the past. I’ve had to take breaks and then come back to it. Either way, just enjoy yourself!!
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ok but who's writing the 3/5 times tommy helped wilbur when he was anxious and the one time wilbur retuned the favor????
It me
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i’m back i’ll try to write soon i have yet to even look at the document but i want to bc i wanna write - vesper
WELCOME BACK VESPER WE MISSED YOU. I’m so glad you want to write:):) that’s awesome. I’m looking forward to what you write!
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AngstyAnon: first of all, the number of typos in my last ask is nice. Secondly, thank you so much! Thirdly, “do you have anything to add” – bellfort, i think the wait for the vlog is doing something, because I do. I’ve rewatched That One Jackbox stream and noticed how quackity starts to smile when t&w start the whole talk about “going hard” with the roasts. and it made me think of the things that can influence the seasonal crises. and it made me do this:
At some point he learns that many of the people he knows now have a “look” for him, a special facial expression, a very particular tone they add to their voice. They all express it differently, Quackity starts quietly grinning, one of his bandmates jokingly and briefly rolls eyes, he gets both a smile and a different kind of tone from Phil. All of his housemates have it, or so he thinks, and he almost feels like his family members are about to pick up on the trend. The look is called “We know you love that Tommy guy, and right now you are making it very obvious”. Sometimes it gets a hint of “can you shut up about your little brother-mentee-friend-person for five minutes” or maybe a drop of “we weren’t talking about tommy just now, how do you keep bringing him up”. People also add the “you are being adorable right now without even knowing it” often (actually, he knows, like half of the time, he just doesn’t know what to do with the information).
He decided he won’t really pay attention to these reactions, because they don’t change anything and overthinking is unhelpful. But a couple of times he just thinks about how both tommy and him must have a similar thing. He doesn’t want to analyse tommy and analysing your own face sounds dumb, and generally he probably won’t tell him about this because that would over-boost his ego. The fact that something requires a separate category in the list of emotions is still amusing though.
THIS IS SO VALID WRITE A FIC RN DO IT
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