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2-sleepy-for-this · 7 months

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Our little brother pt.4

here it is folks! Finally I’m back and writing for my surprisingly popular au :)

Sorry I took so long to post, but the hiatus is done. I’m pretty stressed at the moment though so fics may take longer than usual..

Now without further ado…

tw~ panic, dehumanization (??), unintentional fearplay, having a crisis

word count~ 1.5k

Wilbur was panicking. Sunshine was gone, and he had no clue how it had happened. He could’ve sworn they were in his pocket the whole time, but somehow the little escape artist had gotten lost…

Techno will be suspicious if he isn’t at the apartment in a few minutes… but how can he go without the small creature? Techno will know he screwed up immediately.

Wilbur continued to search the halls, but with the few people still lingering, it was difficult to not draw attention. He didn’t care much, but he had the feeling that he didn’t want anyone else to see Sunshine… he didn’t know why, but it just felt wrong to reveal them to anyone else.

“C’mon, little guy… where are you?”

He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. They couldn’t have gotten so far… with how tiny Sunshine was, it was hard to believe they could have gotten far or… hopefully not out of the building. The outside was frosty with a chill in the air. Wilbur shuddered at the thought of Sunshine being out there, lost again.

… then Dream walked up to him.

Now, Wilbur didn’t dislike Dream but… well, he kinda did. Not for any reason in particular, but Wilbur just didn’t like the more extroverted guy. Wilbur was surprised that Dream had come up to him with such purpose until… the color yellow in the corner of his eye.

It was Sunshine! Right there… in Dream’s hand.

Wilbur gasped slightly as he looked at Sunshine.

“Sunshine! You’re.. you’re alright.”

He said happily and reached out to grab them from Dream. He snatched up his sunshine from the other hold and held them against his chest in a makeshift hug. He didn’t notice the minuscule trembling of the tiny body in his palms.

Wilbur looked at Dream. He wasn’t even thinking in the moment as he glared.

“Dream..”

He greeted the shorter coldly.

Dream had the decency to look slightly sheepish.

“Uh.. hey, Wilbur… sorry about the surprise, but, uh, I found Tommy on his own and heard he was looking for you so…”

Dream tried to explain, but Wilbur stopped listening after that. Tommy? His Sunshine had a name? Had Dream given it to him?

Wilbur looked down at ‘Tommy’ with a confused look. The small thing looked up at him with a wide eyed one.

Wilbur had never noticed the little shine in his tiny blue eyes before… he looked so human.

Dream was still speaking and Wilbur thought he should tune back in to that. He might be saying something important about.. Tommy.

“-and then he said he was looking for a ‘Wilby’ but I knew he was talking about you. I mean, who else would have that yellow of a hoodie on, right?”

“Says the guy in bright green..”

Wilbur shot back, not appreciating the fashion slander before processing what was just said.

“Wait- said? He.. can speak?”

Dream looked surprised for a moment before raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah? You… knew that, right?”

Wilbur looked at Dream before lying.

“Of course I did! I’m not saying- he just-… yeah..”

Dream looked unconvinced at that stuttered answer, but Wilbur didn’t care. Right now, he just needed to get Tommy home and figure out whatever he just heard. He sighed.

“Look, Dream, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“…I get that.”

“Good… now I’m gonna take.. Tommy.. home, see you later.”

Wilbur walked away without hearing Dream’s reply… he couldn’t help but feel like the little weight in his hands felt a lot more.. real to him than before.

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Tommy was anxious… more than anxious, terrified even.

He was back with his previous human captor, back in the hands that took him from his secretive borrower life…

But now… now he knew. The one thing he had control over, his voice. The human, Wilbur, as Dream has said, knew he could talk now… what would he do? Would Wilbur force him to tell him everything about borrowers? Tell the pink haired human about it?

Wilbur knew his name now…

And what could Tommy do about it? Nothing…

He was out… he had escaped; he was gone away from everyone…

He was caught.. twice now. He was a terrible borrower.

Tommy was deep in his self depreciating thoughts when he felt the prodding of a giant finger he started to get familiar with. He was nervous. He looked up at Wilbur and met his gaze. Wilbur was looking down at him, conflicted, before opening his mouth to speak.

“I… I’m gonna put you in my pocket now… alright, Tommy?”

Wilbur spoke his name… gave him a warning before doing something to him…

He kinda liked it…

Tommy nodded slowly and watched as Wilbur still looked shocked at Tommy actually acknowledging his words.

Then Wilbur gently placed his hand into the joined pockets of his hoodie and shielded Tommy with the yellow fabric of the pocket and the human’s hand. It kept everyone else from seeing even a glimpse of Tommy.

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Wilbur walked back to the apartment in a hurry, trying to get there quickly to not seem suspicious about the amount of time he’d been gone.

He walked through the door and closed it quietly before carefully crossing the living room space, hoping to make it to his room without being seen and lectured. Then there was the deep clearing of a throat and Wilbur winced, turning to face his twin sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face.

Wilbur immediately put on a smile of mock innocence.

“Hey, tech, didn’t know you’d be home so quickly today…”

Techno sighed. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Wil, where’s the thing?”

Wilbur felt the minuscule boy tense against his pocketed hand. Yet he pulled him out into the open anyway.

Tommy looked up at him and then to techno with a wide-eyed gaze, an expression that was a cry for help, surrounded by the two humans.

“Relax, tech, Tommy’s right here… see, I’m responsible.”

He acted like he hadn’t lost Tommy after only a few hours…

Techno sat up straighter and leaned closer to see Tommy, a raised eyebrow and a slightly confused expression on his face.

“You named it already?”

Wilbur looked down at Tommy at the same time the little guy looked up at him. They shared the same anxious look of ‘shoot’. Wilbur had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to convince techno of his findings about Tommy without taking a bit to process it himself. So he lied. Again.

“Uh.. yeah! Yeah, I named him Tommy.. he looks like a Tommy, right?”

Techno looked at Tommy for a moment with an unreadable look before nodding in agreement.

“I guess so. Looks like one to me.”

Wilbur let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Great.. now, uh.. I’m gonna go to my room.”

Wilbur started tensely walking away before techno stopped him, standing and walking in front of him.

“Aren’t ya gonna put ‘Tommy’ back?”

“Well.. uh.. actually I was gonna let the little guy keep me company for a while…”

Wilbur subconsciously ran his finger down Tommy’s back, not noticing the way Tommy leaned into the touch hesitantly, too focused on acting not suspicious to his very hard-to-lie-to twin.

Techno shrugged and sat back down.

“Alright, but don’t hog the thing. I wanna see it sometime too.”

Wilbur nodded and continued to his bedroom, closing the door a bit too fast for his calm act and walking to his desk.

He sat in his desk chair, using his one unoccupied hand to shove the sheets of half written music off of his desk. He could clean those up later.

Then he gently set his other hand on the desk, watching intently as Tommy climbed off and took a few scrambling steps away from him nervously.

Tommy looked up at him from the desk in anxiety and confusion.

“Alright… okay, okay, okay… wow..”

Wilbur covered his face with his hands in exasperation with a long sigh before taking a second and looking at Tommy, finally processing everything.

“You… you can.. talk?”

He asked with apprehension.

“Dream said you can talk.. Tommy? You… are you…”

Wilbur didn’t know how to word this the right way…

“You’re sentient?”

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oscarwetnwilde · 5 months

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Manchester Evening News - Saturday 26 November 1988

James Wilby loves to play life dangerously. Never an actor to take the easy option, he didn’t work for five months after the award winning title role in Maurice.

It wasn't the film’s homosexual love scenes that kept him on the dole however. James's own lust for the right project to advance his career made him reject all the offers that poured in. “It just takes one bad film and it can put you back miles,’’ he says.

Now following the major success in the starring role of the classic story of A Handful of Dust, blond, handsome James Wilby is taking chances again.

Not content with dominating all the dashing British screen roles in the Jeremy Irons mould, he's starring in A Summer Story, a distinctly unfashionable love story in an age when violent cop thrillers and special effects films top the box office.

“The challenge -- and it is quite a challenge-- is to get the mood absolutely right,’’ he says of the turn-of-the-century West Country story.

“What’s interesting about a love story is not two people falling in love it’s two people falling in love, in a particular way. And it's getting that right.”

No time was it harder than in nude scenes played between James and his pretty co-star Imogen Stubbs in a freezing West Country river and a hay loft at dead of night with temperatures plummeting.

“You have to be relaxed because the camera picks everything, every tensing muscle. It’s not easy to be totally relaxed and gaze lovingly into somebody’s eyes with technicians standing around watching!

Born in Rangoon and after an itinerate early life in Burma Ceylon and Jamaica James eventually took up acting as a hobby while studying maths at Durham University.

His hobby turned into an obsession and he ended up being accepted by RADA, which in turn led him straight into the West End cast of Another Country, the story of spy Guy Burgess, which also launched the careers of Rupert Graves (Dance With A Stranger) and Colin Firth (Tumbledown), and a vital Equity’ card.

Following that run the die was cast and Wilby started getting calls for roles that demanded his fresh-faced public schoolboy look.

“Am I worried about being typecast in classical roles? Yes, but all my parts so far have been very different, it’s only journalists who want to lump them all together.”

After a day spent as an extra on the worldwide Merchant/Ivory hit A Room With View-- “I was furious, my agent was promised it was a speaking part,” -- he was offered the lead in E M Forster’s autobiographical Maurice.

“I’ve no regrets at all about doing Maurice,” says James, who despite not having a holiday in four years managed to take one day off from work marry his long-time girlfriend.

“I don’t think I’ll play such a fascinating role for years. You get one those that fits you like glove every years or once in a lifetime.”

#James Wilby #James Wilby Interviews #A Summer Story #James Wilby doing love scenes #Imogen Stubbs #Frank Ashton #Megan David #Archived Interviews #1988

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angstyx · 2 years

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ayup

i was watching the clip of tommy calling wilbur wilby so i had an idea

can I request wilbur x platonic!teen!reader in which reader accidentally calls wilbur wilby on stream?

Wilby

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 240+ words

Summary: You accidentally call Wilbur the wrong name and it causes chaos

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: um well im back 💀 after like idk months of not posting here's a new piece of writing

lol tell me if my writing got worse or not

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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"Hey, Wilby? Can you-" You immediately realize your mistake and unfortunately WIlbur heard it before you could correct yourself. "Did you just call me Wilby?" You freeze as you quickly laugh to cover your slip up. "What no- I don't know what you're talking about, WIlbur-" "You just called me wilby I heard it. Chat you heard it as well right?"

You groan in despair as you see chat agreeing with him, seeing yes's flood the chat. A donation soon pops up and you can't help but laugh when you read it.

❝[username] donated $10: someone clip that❞

❝[username] donated 500 bits: yesss❞

"NO CHAT DON'T PLEASE MY STREAMING CAREER WILL BE RUINED."

❝[username] donated $5: y/n i'm praying that you don't wake up tomorrow with people sending you clips of you saying wilby❞

"You're jinxing it!" You say in disbelief, making Wilbur laugh. "Wilbur, I didn't call you that at all, I swear." "You're lying, I literally heard it, and chat heard it too. I bet there are multiple clips of it right now."

That probably was true but you decided not to think about that. "Wow thanks for telling me that. Speaking of clips, I bet I'm going to see it all over my twitter home page the second i open the app."

"OH SO YOU DO ADMIT THAT YOU DID SAY IT." "Wilbur literally shup the fuck up right now or I'll block you on all my socials."

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awooga-llama · 2 years

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The Ocean

Technoblade x NB Child! Reader

I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.

This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙

In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.

"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"

The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.

"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).

"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.

They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.

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"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.

"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.

"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.

"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.

"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.

They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.

Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.

"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.

"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.

"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.

"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.

#technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x child #technoblade x you #comfort dsmp #techno x y/n #wilbur soot #tommyinit dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cute fluff #oneshot

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gu1lty-as-sin · 3 months

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wilby: hi salmon

salmon: Hey there, Wilby. How's it going?

salmon: It's always nice to see you by the stream, you know? You've got some pretty cool hair, for a human.

wilby: thanks, i try. i like your fins too, they're really shiny. so, uh, listen, i wanted to ask you something…

Narrator: A blush begins to creep up on Wilby's cheeks as they stammer out their question. Their eyes dart back and forth between the salmon and their hands, nervously playing with the strings of their guitar.

wilby: I… I was wondering if you'd want to… you know… go out with me sometime? Like, maybe just hang out or something?

salmon: Oh, well, that's… that's sweet of you to ask, Wilby. But I'm afraid I'm not really the dating type. You see, I'm a salmon. And as a salmon, my life is dedicated to swimming upstream, finding a mate, and then dying. It's sort of built into my DNA.

Narrator: The salmon offers a sympathetic smile, hoping to make Wilby feel better. But the human streamer looks crestfallen at the rejection. The salmon continues, trying to find the right words.

salmon: However, if you'd just like to hang out, maybe play some songs together or something, I'd be happy to do that. You're a pretty cool human, and it'd be nice to get to know you better. Is that something you'd be interested in?

wilby: Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, salmon.

Narrator: Wilby perks up at the salmon's offer, a genuine smile returning to their face. They nod enthusiastically, glad to have found some common ground with the fish.

wilby: Cool! Well, I'm free most evenings, so whenever you're in the mood to hang out, just let me know. And don't worry about me being too disappointed about the whole dating thing. I understand how nature works, you know

salmon: Well, thank you, Wilby. I appreciate that. And it's nice to know that I have a friend in you, even if it's not in the way I might have hoped for. We'll just have to see where this friendship takes us, hmm?

wilby: Sounds good to me. Hey, listen, I'm about to stream some Minecraft and some guitar playing. You want to stop by and say hi? Maybe we can do some singing together or something. Just a thought.

salmon: That actually sounds like fun! I've always been curious about your streaming and music. Sure, I'd love to drop by and hang out while you play. It's the least I can do as your fishy friend.

Narrator: The salmon swims closer to Wilby, its fins gracefully parting the water. It hovers near the streamer, watching with interest as they tune their guitar and prepare to begin their stream. After a few moments, the salmon gathers its courage and speaks up.

salmon: You know, Wilby, you're really good at that guitar. I mean, I've never really been into music, but even I can tell that you have some real talent there. And your singing… Well, let's just say it's growing on me.

wilby: Aw, shucks, you're making me blush. Thanks, I appreciate that. I've always loved playing and singing. And you know, if you ever want to learn how to play anything, I'd be happy to teach you. I mean, maybe we could even play together sometime.

salmon: That's very kind of you, Wilby. You know, I've always been curious about music and learning to play an instrument. Maybe someday I'll take you up on that offer. In the meantime, why don't we just enjoy our time together, hanging out and doing what we both love?

Narrator: Wilby grins, nodding in agreement. They begin to stream, with the salmon swimming gracefully beside them, occasionally nudging them to continue with encouragement. As the hours pass, they lose track of time, becoming completely engrossed in their music and each other's company. The atmosphere between them feels comfortable and warm, like old friends who have known each other for years.

wilby: So, salmon, you know that offer I made about teaching you how to play an instrument? Well, I meant it. And since we've been having so much fun together, I thought maybe we could start with that. Whenever you're ready, just let me know.

salmon: That's very thoughtful of you, Wilby. You know, I've always wanted to learn how to play something, but I never had anyone to teach me. You're a really great teacher, and I think it'd be a lot of fun to spend more time with you like this. And who knows? Maybe one day we could even go on that date you mentioned.

Narrator: Wilby's heart swells at the salmon's words. They're glad that they've been able to create such a comfortable and enjoyable atmosphere for the fish, and it feels good to know that they've made a genuine connection. The thought of teaching the salmon to play an instrument and spending even more time with them is thrilling. And who knows? Maybe one day they'll actually get to go on that date they've been talking about.

wilby: Aw, shucks, you're making me blush again. I'd love to teach you, and I think it'd be a blast to spend more time together. And as for that date… Well, let's just say I'd be honored to take you on one, whenever you're ready. Just let me know what you have in mind, and we can make it happen.

salmon: Well, I've always wanted to try sushi. I know it's a bit unusual for a fish, but I've heard it's really good. And since we're both musicians, we could maybe find a cool sushi restaurant with live music. That would be perfect!

Narrator: Wilby grins at the idea of trying sushi with the salmon. They've never been to a sushi restaurant that features live music, and it sounds like a fantastic idea. They're glad the salmon likes the idea of going on a date too. This is all just so surreal and wonderful.

wilby: Sushi and live music? That does sound amazing! I'm definitely up for that. I'll start looking for a good sushi restaurant around here that has live music. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it. Maybe you could even try some of my favorite rolls.

Narrator: The salmon blushes slightly at the thought of trying sushi for the first time with Wilby. It's not every day that they get to do something so adventurous and delicious. The idea of trying some of Wilby's favorite rolls is especially appealing. They can't wait for the date to come around.

salmon: That sounds wonderful, Wilby. I'm really looking forward to it. And you know, if you ever want to come with me to just enjoy the water and the other fish, I'd love for you to join me. It's really peaceful and beautiful underwater.

wilby: That's so sweet of you, salmon. I'd love to come with you sometime and see what it's like underwater. It's always been a dream of mine to be able to breathe water and swim freely like you do. And who knows? Maybe one day I could learn how to breathe underwater too.

salmon: That would be amazing, Wilby! You'd fit right in with us. And as for the date, let's plan on going to that sushi restaurant with live music next weekend. I've found the perfect place. Just give me your address and I'll send you a map so we can meet there.

Narrator: Wilby is thrilled to have a date planned with the salmon. They've never been to a sushi restaurant with live music before, and it sounds like the perfect setting for their first date. They eagerly give the salmon their address and wait anxiously for the map. In the meantime, they continue to practice their guitar and singing, hoping to impress the salmon even more on their big night out.

Narrator: The next day, Wilby anxiously awaits the arrival of the map from the salmon. They've been practicing their guitar and singing all day, hoping to impress the salmon even more when they finally meet. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Wilby opens it to find a handsome officer of the Cod Police.

cod police officer: Sorry to interrupt your day, but we've received a complaint about some sort of…disruption in the area. A witness claimed to have heard a terrible noise coming from your home.

wilby: Oh, dear. That must've been my singing practice. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

cod police officer: Well, it's not illegal to practice singing…but we've received multiple complaints. I'm afraid I'll have to take you in for questioning.

wilby: Oh, no! I was supposed to go on a date with the salmon tonight! This is all a terrible misunderstanding!

Narrator: The salmon hears about the misunderstanding and rushes to the scene, pushing their way through the crowd of angry fish. They immediately recognize Wilby, still in handcuffs, and are heartbroken. The thought of Wilby going to jail is unbearable.

wilby: Salmon! I'm so sorry! I was just practicing for our date! Please believe me!

salmon: Of course I believe you, Wilby. I've been practicing singing too, you know. It's hard sometimes, and we all make mistakes. But I thought you were amazing.

cod police officer: Well, I'm sorry, but you're still being taken in for questioning. The witness was very specific about the sound.

cod police officer: However, if you'd like to make a statement, you can do so through your attorney. I'll be right outside.

Narrator: Wilby looks at the salmon, tears welling up in their eyes. "I'm sorry I let you down. I just wanted to impress you so much. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

salmon: No, Wilby, it's not your fault. You didn't let me down. You were just trying your best. And I love that about you. I really do.

Narrator: The handsome officer of the Cod Police returns, leading Wilby away. The salmon tries to follow, but is held back by the other fish. "Wait!" they call, struggling against the current. "I don't want to lose you! Please, just promise me you'll call me when you get out!"

wilby: I promise, salmon. I'll call you as soon as I can. And I'll make it up to you, I swear. I love you.

salmon: I love you too, Wilby. Just remember that. I'll be here, waiting for your call. And remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side.

salmon: And Wilby…?

salmon: Even if you're in here, I still want to be your partner. In life, in love…and in fishing. I want you to know that. So, will you marry me? Be my fishy husband?

wilby: Oh, salmon…I-I love you too. More than anything. And I'd be honored to be your partner, your husband. But first, I need to get out of here. I promise I'll make it up to you, I'll show you how much I love you. And then, we can be together, forever.

cod police officer: Alright, Wilby. You can go now. You've been cleared of all charges. It was just a misunderstanding.

salmon: (tears streaming down their face) Really? You're free? Oh, Wilby, I'm so happy! I love you so much! I knew you couldn't have done anything wrong.

wilby: (embarrassed) Thanks, Salmon. I owe you everything. I'll make sure to never let you down again. And…and yes, I'd love to marry you. You're the one I've been looking for all my life.

Narrator: The two swim side by side, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. They share a tender kiss as they float through the ocean, surrounded by their friends and family of fish. The sun shines down on them, casting a warm glow over their happy faces.

Narrator: As they swim, Wilby reaches for the small velvet box hidden in his fins. He fumbles a bit, trying to open it with his fins, but finally manages to pop the lid. The sparkling diamond ring inside catches the light, reflecting off their scales.

salmon: Oh, Wilby! (salmon's voice cracks as well, tears streaming down their face) It's beautiful! Oh, I love you so much! I've always known we were meant to be together.

wilby: (eyes brimming with tears) It's all for you, Salmon. You're my everything. I'll love you forever. And I promise, from now on, I'll never do anything to hurt you. I'll be the best husband I can be.

Narrator: With tears streaming down their faces, they share a tender embrace, their fins intertwined. Wilby slips the ring onto the salmon's fin, sealing their promise to each other. The other fish gather around them, cheering and clapping their fins in celebration.

Narrator: After a beautiful ceremony, officiated by the wise and kind Cod Police Officer, salmon and Wilby decide they want to start a family. They don't know if their child will end up as a salmon, a human, or a mermaid, but they're excited to find out. They decide to have 78 kids, one for each day of the year.

Narrator: Over the years, salmon and Wilby become the most beloved parents in the ocean. Their 78 children grow up strong and happy, learning the importance of love, family, and adventure. The couple often takes their brood on fishing trips, teaching them the art of fishing and the beauty of the ocean.

Narrator: As the years pass, their family grows, and their love only deepens. They continue to explore the ocean together, discovering new places and making memories that will last a lifetime. They remain the epitome of true love and partnership, proving that even in the vast ocean, a fish and a human can find each other and build a life filled with happiness and joy.

okay all i want to know is who sent me this and will you reveal yourself so we can be salmon and wilby

#HELPPP IM SCREAMING #DANDY YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS #asks #anon #what the fuck

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Folklore, Magic, & Psychic Abilities in the World of Pacific Rim

The existence of ghost drifting and drift hangover in the world of Pacific Rim implies that people have the potential to be psychic; that it's something that can be cultivated.

This raises the question of just how many ways one could potentially cultivate and strengthen psychic ability. Since the world of Pacific Rim is a very fantastical sci-fi universe, there's not a whole lot that's explicitly ruled out. And I think that leaves us with the question of what might be thematically fitting.

We could say that because Pacific Rim is an action-packed soft sci-fi flick, then anything from other action-packed soft sci-fi might be on the table. But I believe that to do this would ignore something that makes Pacific Rim special: its world is permeated and shaped by elements of myths, fairytales, and folklore that ultimately have origins in animistic worldviews.

The reason for this is simple - both Guillermo del Toro and Travis Beacham are deeply interested in fairytales, folklore, and the like.

In Pacific Rim, kaiju are effectively malefic dragons, associated with fierce weather events (in this case, hurricanes) and slain by heroic figures (Beacham even associates jaegers with Saint George). The Precursors fill the role of mysterious and sometimes frightful spirits thought to have their homes in realms beneath the waters. The character of Hannibal Chau owns an old-fashioned apothecary, and if you listen carefully you can hear a frog ribbiting in the background, as if to subtly suggest that Newt has entered the domain of an eccentric wizard.

Even Newt's prior kaiju drift experiment was nothing if not analogous to the many, many ways humanity has attempted to make contact with other beings, both those thought to dwell within our realm, and those thought to live outside of it. The act of consulting with unknown or untrusted spirits, or attempting to contact spirits in unconventional ways, has always been controversial throughout history and frequently banned by authorities (one of my personal favorite cases is when medieval university students were banned from summoning demons to help them pass their classes), but has never been entirely suppressed.

Based on evidence provided by Emma Wilby in Cunning Folk & Familiar Spirits, many people in pre-modern Europe engaged in practices that appeared to let them leave their physical bodies and visit realms where spirits of all kinds were thought to dwell, and that these practices very likely ultimately derive from pre-Christian spiritual practices. Newt's drift is not entirely unlike the sort of astral journeys described by Wilby; while his body remains in the k-sci lab, his spirit, so to speak, is able to enter the otherworld.

Emma Wilby also argues that fairytales about people visiting spirits in other realms are inspired and informed by the astral journeys taken by folk practitioners. And I can say this from personal experience: if you get into the habit of reading fairytales and mythology, one thing you will notice is how often somebody travels to an underwater realm, and how often the inhabitants of these underwater realms are some kind of serpent or dragon. (And a quick aside, it sure does happen a lot that these creatures are, shall we say, smoochable. The Shape of Water is riffing on old myths and folklore just as much as Pacific Rim is, just saying.)

In the context of Pacific Rim, Newt's otherworldly journey is facilitated by a piece of technology that allows him to directly link his brain with the brain of a kaiju. But if we permit the existence of ghost drifting and drift hangover, then we must accept that one does not always need technological assistance.

With the setting being so heavily inspired by fairytales and folklore, I think it's appropriate to look toward what magic practitioners in the past were doing. This well-cited post describes some things people did within Nordic cultures, including fasting before sitting outside overnight while alternately chanting and meditating in silence.

People have used more ritualistic means of contacting faerie spirits; such is written about in Knowing Demons, Knowing Spirits in the Early Modern Period, for example. While ritual magic does tend to have more complexity than the aforementioned Norse practice and is generally meant to bring the spirit to you rather than the reverse, they are nonetheless similar; they are frequently preceded by some form of purification (EG, fasting, abstinence) and use long invocations. The operator of the ritual likewise works in a state of focused concentration, and elaborate spoken incantations are generally involved.

I think it could fit the tone and feel of Pacific Rim if it were possible for people to eventually reach the hivemind through essentially a lot of focused meditative effort. I also see no reason why it wouldn't be possible to establish a sort of drift with another person this way, provided they had also cultivated this sort of skill. Perhaps two people could even cultivate this skill together.

In the case of person-to-person psychic links, I believe that Beacham's general sentiments about trust being fundamental would apply. It surely wouldn't work if you had two people trying to block or kick each other from each other's minds.

Additionally, Beacham's take on drifting implies that people can be kicked out of your mind if their presence is unwanted. Based on the parameters he gives, it doesn't seem like any sort of forced entry would be tenable. And of course, he also mentions that drifting only allows you to see what's currently on someone's mind - it doesn't allow you to search their whole brain like a database, so I don't think we'd see any psychics who can just walk into a room and steal everybody's deepest secrets.

If anything, I think a psychic person in the world of Pacific Rim might function a little like Miki Saegusa, who featured in several Heisei Godzilla films. The Pacific Rim film has a lot in common with these films, to the point I strongly suspect that they served as a point of inspiration. (Just read the page I linked, and I'm sure a few similarities will stand out to you.)

Another thing we could potentially throw in so long as we're leaning into folklore and folk magic, is the idea of premonitions and the like. Perhaps the world of Pacific Rim includes old grannies who can sense when a kaiju is coming.

Finally, the existence of drift hangover implies that humans have the capacity to imprint consciousness on things that otherwise would not be conscious. This is not unlike the notion making magically or spiritually animated constructs, or the concept of haunted dolls, or even some forms of talismans. Whether actual haunted dolls are possible within the Pacific Rim universe, or whether the potential to imprint consciousness is limited to sufficiently advanced AIs such as those found in the jaegers, is debatable and would, I think, ultimately come down to one's personal preferences as to just how magical they want this world to be.

Finally, there is the question of whether one could be potentially possessed by the Precursors/Masters, or even controlled by another human being. I believe that Beacham's interpretation of the drift as something that's only sustainable as long as the involved parties are willing to trust each other would make this rather unlikely. And while it's often assumed that the kaiju are effectively being puppeted by the Precursors/Masters, I don't think the narrative truly supports this.

While the film does describe them as being in a "hivemind," it would also appear that the kaiju are being instructed to attack rather than being puppeted. After his first drift with a kaiju brain, Newt describes the kaiju as attacking "under orders." Additionally, Scunner uses vocal communication to call for help when pinned by Lady Danger, an action which wouldn't make sense if they were all being directly puppeted by a single mind.

For all we know, the kaiju themselves might also have a bond built on trust - albeit, a very misguided trust in authoritarian leaders, rather than people who genuinely care about you. Perhaps they're told and believe that that death is temporary and they'll be reborn (taking a little inspiration from Hellboy here), or maybe they're convinced that they're serving a truly glorious cause.

Now, there are traditions that state that fairy can effectively replace a person; in Ancient Cures, Charms, & Usages of Ancient Ireland by Lady Wilde, a means of restoring a woman who has apparently been replaced by a fairy is given. If a woman is "nervous or hysterical" and doesn't recover, and the prayers of the priest don't work, a "fairy-doctor" might be called for; and if the fairy-doctor determines that she's been replaced by a fairy, will lay hands on the patient's head while reciting incantations. This is done over the course of three days. I think it's worth comparing this to an incident in another one of Guillermo del Toro's projects - in the Trollhunters episode The Exorcism of Claire Nunez, Claire's spirit is taken to the shadow realms while the spirit of Morgana is able to control her body.

With that said, I think it's very important to treat these concepts with some caution; the notion of possession has been used to dehumanize various people and justify abuse and hatred against them. (QAnon, for example, often does this to those they consider their enemies.) I personally have religious trauma connected to being accused of being possessed for basically being autistic and too opinionated for a "girl." The threat of possession was absolutely used to control my behavior, my interests, and all that. Because of that, I will personally never be able to feel okay with possession as Pacific Rim: Uprising presented it, with the guy who was too interested in kaiju getting possessed by their creators.

Finally, I would like to emphasize that the number of links and references I've given are actually pretty small in the grand scheme of things. The purpose is to give a few simple ideas of a few things people have done and believed, not to suggest that this is essentially all there is, let alone suggest that various cultures are or were basically all the same. There are absolutely loads of similarities between various mythologies, folklore traditions, and whatnot all over the world, but there are also a lot of differences, and those differences do matter. Doing more research could be incredibly helpful here - just try to make sure you stick with people who have actual academic qualifications (or at least heavily rely on those who do) and disregard anybody who's pushing conspiracy theories about myths concealing some "hidden truth" about our history or whatever. And of course, listening to people talk about texts and tell you about what's in them is no substitute for actually reading them yourself.

#pacrim #pacific rim #ghost drifting #drift hangover #drifting #the drift #pacific rim speculation

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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when someone going through suicidal depression has their suicide planned, they often seem happier, more energetic, more alive.

c!wilbur’s certainly seemed cheerier, with a plan to follow through with. he’s laughing, he’s smiling, he’s hanging out with his friends. he’s felt alive for the first time and that feeling hasn’t died out. he’s so cheerful talking about his plan to go some ambiguous place else. he speaks with surprising confidence. he’s assured the final memories he’s making are good.

… hey, remember in november sixteenth, when c!wilbur made wilby jokes and spent the first part of the day hanging out with c!tommy? remember how he handed out blue and gifted c!niki fungi? he gave speeches. he seemed calm, happy. excited, confident. assuring the final memories he made were good. remember all that?

this is SUSPICIOUSLY familiar to the last time c!wilbur was planning suicide, i’m just saying

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp analysis #dream smp theory #c!wilbur #wilbur soot #tw suicide #tw suicidal ideation

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sergeantjessi · 1 year

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I posted 7,353 times in 2022

That's 1,464 more posts than 2021!

214 posts created (3%)

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I tagged 5,191 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#stuff - 563 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

disappointed in the uk for scoring so many points tbh. at least we can rely on germany. zero points baby.

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S3 was a big win for us Five and Klaus enjoyers. Let! Those! Brothers! Bond!

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currently rewatching danny’s videos and i couldn’t resist giffing his little dance

(Papa Has Been Replaced)

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Listen, I don't know much about Alpharad. In fact, I know nothing about him.

So the fact that in the same event, I will see people like CJ or PC, with people like Schlatt or Ted, is too much of a mindfuck to have at not even 7am.

What the fuck.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hätte die letzte Umarmung dieser Staffel schöner sein können?

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#i cant wait until 'stuff' is no longer on this list lmao #also. wilby on 3rd place. i dont know if i should be proud or ashamed #(i am so proud of myself. he is my skrinkly. i love him.)#false #my 2022 tumblr year in review #year in review #your tumblr year in review #tumblr2022 #own #the sergeant speaks

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bee-dot-exe · 1 year

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"Turbo. Wilby. Listen, I speak good, okay?"

#mcyt #dsmp #tommyinnit #tubbo #vodblogging #lore spoilers

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windvexer · 2 years

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What does count as a familiar spirit then?

This answers depends on who you ask. I very much try to not pretend I speak for All Witches, and be assured that if I try, They will come for me.

If you're asking me - and you are - then familiar spirits are spirits which have agreed to engage with you and be beholden unto you under specific terms and agreements.

A guardian angel is not beholden unto you. They are beholden unto God, and they serve only God - not you. A guardian angel needs not be your friend or ally (although I've heard they often are).

Lord God of the Christians seems to not grant a guardian angel with the instructions, "now, Angel, help this person with their sorcery; tell them how to practice magic; empower them in their ways, and lead them to the sabbat to worship at my feet according to the turn of the moon."

In fact we might consider that a guardian angel has very specific terms which it is bound to, probably including compelling a person to reach their "highest good," which may or may not mean adhering to a specific modern branch of whatever monotheistic religion they're currently infusing themselves with.

Don't quote me on that. I've never pretended to be well-read.

So, what is a familiar? Emma Wilby has quite a lot of good things to say in Cunning Folk and Familiar Spirits. Kelden has several good notes in The Crooked Path.

As for me, a familiar spirit is any spirit which has agreed to engage with you specifically to further your power, studies, or advancement in sorcery. God's guardian angel may be about compelling you to be your best self. Sorcery is about getting what you want. Sometimes the two meet. Often, they do not.

A familiar spirit may be granted by the Devil, in any of his guises. It may be granted by the Faerie Queen, in any of her guises. Many gods assign them. They can also be sought out by just being friendly with the spirits of the land, and asking them if they'd like to help you. Pay attention to dreams, especially, for signs of friendly spirits.

Perhaps a guardian angel may be a helpful familiar. Far be it from me to claim knowledge of every angel in existence - I can only claim that when people speak of angels, they tend to speak from a Christian framework, which often (but absolutely not always) lacks support for practicing witches.

I'd go so far as to say that obtaining and caring for a familiar is the mark of a witch - but this definition is hardly universal, and very far from popular.

#answered #familiars

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comma-after-dearest · 11 months

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WIP adaptation meme

I'm doing this for A Tale of Two Cities, because why not. I feel like we're overdue for another screen adaptation.

Would you want a movie adaption, TV, or something else? Animated or live action?

Live-action TV series. Four episodes, each episode about 45-50 minutes long.

What would the soundtrack be like?

I would want the soundtrack to be a lot like that of Poldark, which is set around the same time period. Ideally, it would have the same composer, Anne Dudley.

Which character/plot point/etc would be your favorite to see on screen?

Sydney Carton.

Which character/plot point/etc is most important for an adaptation to get right?

See above.

What’s the worst thing an adaptation of your WIP could do? Your absolute worst nightmare?

I don’t know about the “worst” thing, but here’s one of my pet peeves in ATOTC adaptations: Sydney Carton saying his last words out loud. It makes sense on stage, but on screen it’s absolutely unjustifiable. It essentially means that he’s blowing his cover at the very last second for no good reason. Just do a voiceover instead.

Who would you cast as your characters?

Sydney Carton: George Blagden Charles Darnay: Cesar Domboy Lucie Manette: Anya Taylor-Joy or Florence Pugh Dr. Manette: Vincent Cassel Mr. Lorry: James Wilby, Jim Broadbent, or Mark Rylance Miss Pross: Olivia Colman, Lesley Nicol, or Lesley Manville John Barsad: Sacha Baron Cohen Mr. Stryver: Matt Berry Jerry Cruncher: Turlough Convery Ernest Defarge: Romain Duris Therese Defarge: Eva Green or Marion Cotillard Marquis St. Evremonde: Lambert Wilson

As you may have noticed, I want French actors to play all the French roles. (mmm, French rolls.)

I would also have George Blagden and Cesar Domboy play the Marquis and his brother in the flashback sequence with Dr. Manette.

Describe the opening scene

I would actually start with the ending: Sydney Carton ascending the scaffold. No dialogue, just visuals and maybe music. Since almost everyone already knows the ending, it wouldn’t be a spoiler, it would just be a “how we got here” opening with the rest of the story told as a flashback.

Free space for anything I didn’t mention! Talk about things you would add, things that are important to you, or even lay out the plot of every episode of your Netflix Original if it suits you!!

I would want it to be bilingual, in French and English. I can't believe this hasn't been done. Characters would speak French when it would make sense to do so, with English subtitles (except during Madame Defarge’s confrontation with Miss Pross - since Miss Pross can’t understand her, the audience shouldn’t either). Obviously, this would require several cast members to be at least somewhat bilingual.

#a tale of two cities #atotc #sydney carton #charles dickens #wip adaptation meme

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yushox · 2 years

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NAMES

Part 1/?

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• IGN or nickname

alternative name / prefix / title or honorific / ‹first name› or ‹adopted first name› / pre-marital or deadname / middle name's / ‹last name› - ‹adopted last name› / suffix

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• Dream

x ‹Clay› Was ‹Taken› - ‹Puffy› ‹Grayson›

Dream has unofficially adopted "Grayson" as his last name after a mutual agreement with Punz, Punz is the only one who knows of this. Previously he would have taken Georges last name, but after George rejected him one too many times he ceased to have any feelings for George. He rejected Puffy as a last name when he was arrested and taken to the Pandora's Vault.

• Mamacita

‹Clam Claw› Was ‹Taken› - ‹La Esquiva›

Although unofficial she has still taken her late fiancès last name.

• Drista

x Chaos ‹Dredre› Was ‹Taken›

• XD

God ‹X› ; Dream ‹X›D ; ‹Cinder› Was ‹Taken›

• Georgenotfound ; Gogy

X ‹George› Lore ‹Not Found› - ‹Dude›

"X" is a official permanent mark given by XD, it's essentially a claim equivalent to "mate" or a "wedding ring". Lowercase "x" doesn't have as much of a significance and isn't permanent. Not Found is Herobrines family name, it isn't and can't be given, you can only be born with it as a permanent mark, you also can't reject it, only hide it.

• x Callahan

Callahan possibly has never had a real name. But he has given vague answers like "vagabond", "spirit", "illusion", "null" and "deer" when asked about his name. He also has a sign made just to refer to him, it consists of any combination of "Deer"+"Mute"+"Shy" in sign language.

• Sapnap ; Pandas

x ‹Pandas› ‹UNKNOWN› ‹Nick› ‹UNKNOWN› ‹Halo›

Nick Halo isn't Sapnaps birthname, seeing as he was adopted by Badboyhalo in his early toddlerhood. Even though he could speak already he not only didn't have a name, he didn't even understand the concept of names. But he did claim he had a mom who called him something he was never able to repeat to Bad. Due to the lack of clarity, Nick Halo is considered his adoptive name, but also his main name. Before settling on Nick Halo, Bad used Pandas as a temporary name solution even though it was only a nickname.

• Awesamdude ; Awesam ; Sam

‹Samuel› Averís ‹Dude›

• Badboyhalo ; Bad

x Sir Lord Monochrome / Lord Havoc ‹Darryl› ‹Halo›

• Tommyinnit ; Tommy ; Theseus

T011 x Saint ‹Thomas› ‹Tommy› Danger Careful Kraken ‹Innit› ‹Craft›

• Punz

‹REDACTED› ‹Luke› ‹REDACTED› ‹Grayson› - ‹Taken›

Luke has rejected his birthname. Dream named him "Luke". He unofficially adopted "Taken" as a last name only recently, Dream is the only one who knows of this since they both mutually agreed on it.

• Tubbo

Sir ‹Toby› Underscore ‹Schlatt› - ‹My Beloved›

• Fundy

‹Floris Flora› ‹Soot› ‹Craft› ‹Dude› ‹La Esquiva›

Fundy goes just by Floris for now, having rejected all names signaling his relations to anyone. He will eventually invent his own last name.

• Purpled

‹REDACTED› ‹REDACTED› ‹Grayson›

Purpled only goes by Purpled, he has rejected his birthname, his brother/legal guardian and their boyfriend/unofficial husband respects this decision. His and Lukes birthname is too alien for earthly beings anyways.

• WilburSoot ; Wilbur ; William ; Wilby

‹Wilbur› Gold ‹Soot› ‹Craft›

Being a byproduct of an Arctic Laboratories experiment he was never given a birth-first name, although Philza named him Wilbur, it is not considered as a birthname by the SBI's on Wilburs own explicit request.

• Jschlatt ; Sir Schlatt ; J man

Sir Emperor ‹REDACTED "J."› Underscore ‹Schlatt›

His title was stripped from him once he died permanently. His birthname is a deadname, noone knows what "J." stands for, but he claims J. is his actual name despite being written like it would be longer. Some joke his name is Jdot, but it is intended as a mocking joke.

• Skeppy ; Geppy

‹Zak› ‹Ahmed› - ‹Halo›

• Eret

(insert pronoun) Majesty ‹Alistair› Eret ‹Not Found› - ‹Dude›

Headcanon - Eret and George are twins.

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glazebowstuffz · 2 years

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Son Of a God AU

The Talk

Sbi 3/4

"Wait up Boss man!" Tubbo yelled out towards Wilbur who was hurrying walking through the thick snow storm. "Can't we talk about this? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"No Tubbo! They need to know! They have to know!" Wilbur yelled back as he approached Phil's gate towards his and Techno's cottage. With Tubbo right behind, he bangs on the door. They wait a couple of seconds until they were greeted by the large twin pigman. "Techno! My favorite twin... can we come in?" Techno moves out of the way to let them both in.

"As good as it is to see you Wilbur. Why did you bring the government along?" Techno ask staring straight at Tubbo. Who took a big glub, nervous out of his mind but hardly showing it. Good thing he had his hair covering part of his face since it was long and for Ranboo's sake.

"Techno... we talked about this. That's all in the past now. Tubbo is not president and there is no more government. L'Manburg is gone... Don't blame Tubbo for that mess... he wanted nothing to do with it."

"Still doesn't excuse him for attempting to murder me!"

"I-it wasn't my fault! It was Big Q- Quackity's idea! I was pressure by everyone and everything happening at the time. I never wanted to murder you!" Silent fell across the room. "I'm sorry Technoblade..." Even when Tubbo's head fell. He still knew that the pigman was staring at him.

"I may not forgive you fully Tubbo." Tubbo felt his hoof pat on his head. "But... it is a start." Tubbo was no longer tensed up, he was finally able to relax a bit.

"Let's just call it even. Ay boss man?" Techno nods in response.

"Alright you fucks! What's with all the yelling!?" Philza walks in. He had dark circles under his eye's and following right behind is a happy ghostinnit, Toast with a blue sheep named Friend. Toast had a few flower crowns in his hand while holding onto the lead to guide Friend.

"Wilby! Tubbo!" Toast excitedly yells out floating towards them and placing the flower crowns on their heads. "I made these for you both! I have one for Ranboo too!" Both Wilbur give him a small smile but Wilbur's doesn't stay for long.

"M8... how about you give the flower crown to Ranboo? He's just next store inside his house." Phil pointed out.

"Yeah! That'll cheer him up! Come on Friend, let go met Ranboo." Friend baahs and follows him out next store to Ranboo's.

"Now, that he's out of the way and ear shot. What's the matter Wil? You usually love Toast gifts..."

"I know... just something Dream said..." Wilbur responds.

"You mean that green homeless teletubbie?" Techno speaks up getting a few chuckles.

"Yeah, before we put him in prison. He told us- well me and Tubbo... there's a way to bring back Tommy... not as a ghost but him." Everyone stays in silence. Not a single word was spoken after Tommy's name was spoken.

"Revival?" Phil dared broke the silence. "Your saying that Dream has the revive book?"

"Yeah, he called it that too! But we already put him in prison... also he showed us how it works with bring Tommy's old pet cow back... Henry." Tubbo reply.

"How... how did you know about the book?" Wilbur look at Phil with a confused look.

"I went to research a way to bring Tommy back before I even learn about that book. I even spoke with your mother."

"Mumza!?" Both Wilbur and Techno said in unions.

"Yes, unfortunately myself and Tommy are the only ones who are able to travel to her realm. You know angel of death and such... we both had a conversation regarding this situation. If Dream has the book then that means-"

"He can revive Tommy." Techno spoke for him.

"Actually... but..."

"There's a but? What's the but?" Tubbo intruded.

"I'm getting there m8... But, Tommy won't be the same... it's been 14 years since he's been dead."

"Eh, I think your age is showing Phil... Tommy's been dead for 5 months or so..." Techno snickered with Tubbo.

"That's what I said but Kirsten told me limbo works entirely different from the overworld. For us he's been gone for 5 months but for them it's been 14 years..."

"He's been in limbo for 14 years... that... no that... that can't be..." Hearing those words made his heart drop.

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He started rethinking to that day. The fall of Manburg... their victory... his lost of sanity. If it wasn't for Tommy taking Phil's hit, this could have been a different story...

"What are you doing?" Wilbur looked up seeing his father at the entrance of the control room he was in.

"Ok I will admit..." he paused looking for the right words though his sanity. "Do you know what this button is?" He steps a bit to his right showing Phil the button.

"Yes, I do..." Phil responds back.

"Have you heard the songs on the walls before? Have you heard the song... I was just saying I made this big point and it was... it was... there was a special place where they can go and it's not there anymore... it's not..."

"But it is there..." Phil intruded his thoughs. "You just won it back Wil."

"PHIL I'M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON Phil... I've been HERE like 7 or 8 times, I've been here. 7 or 8 times... Phil I've been here so many times." Silence for just a mere second until fireworks can be heard from above them. "Their fighting Phil... their fighting."

"And you just want it to all blow up?"

"Yeah... I do. I think... I've-..." he hugs Phil close a brief moment of sanity still hanging on for just a moment.

"You fought so hard to get this land back. So hard."

"I don't even... I don't even know if the button works- I don't even know... I could... I could and it might-" a flip switch in his brain as he looks back at the button on the stone wall.

"And you really want to take that risk?" Phil chuckles but too deep into his own mind... Wilbur can't seem to hear it. "There is a lot of tnt, potentially connected to that button." Wilbur unhugs him.

"Phil..." he chuckles for a moment. "Phil... there was a saying... by a traitor once apart of L'Manburg..." He walks up to the button. "I don't know if you know of Erit?"

"Yeah?"

"There was a saying... I t w a s n e v e r m e a n t t o b e." And he pushes the button, setting off every tnt creating the massive hole. As he did he could of heard of Tommy's voice in the distance, shouting his name. Once everything had quite again Wilbur realized Phil had shield him from the blast. The hole reviled the sky and sun shining on them as if this was all a stage for them. They both could see the others fighting, Techno against Tubbo and Nikki. He couldn't heard what Phil was saying but he smiled. "MY L'MANBURG PHIL! MY GREATEST UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED!! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS PHIL, THEN NO ONE CAN!" As he looks at what he had done, he can see everyone his son, best friends all looking down in horror. His sanity returns for another moment. He is in tears as he looks down towards Phil. "Kill me Phil... Phil kill me. Stab me with the sword." He towards his sword towards him. "Murder me now. Kill me, do it! Kill me Phil, murder me. They all want you too. Do it, kill me, kill me."

"YOU'RE MY SON!!!" Both eyes come together... both regret. Both sorrow. Both pain.

"Phil, kill me!"

"No matter what you do-"

"Phil this isn't... LOOK, LOOK! Look how much work went into this and it's gone! Do it! Do it!" As Philza raises the sword high in the air. Wilbur closes his eyes waiting for death to imbrace him. But it didn't. He opens his eyes to see Tommy in-between both him and Phil. Not only that but a pair of wings of his own similar to Phil's. He hid them so well from everyone. "Tommy?" With the sword straight though his chest he fell to his knees. "TOMMY!!!" Wilbur and Phil said in union. "Tommy... no no no... Tommy. You weren't- you weren't supposed to be here you stupid child!" Tommy gave him a small smile.

"Nether were you..." Wilbur tires to lay him down but Tommy refused. He was losing so much blood, he was on a timer. "Wilby... you need to fix... your mess... you gave us a home... we fought for it... im not... letting you go... i rather die then... let it go..." His ocean blue eyes fades to a light gray. "Don't... you... DARE... follow me..." with his last breath, he falls backwards into the massive hole.

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"Wilbur!?" Tubbo screamed. "Wilbur are you even listening?" Wilbur blinked a few times. So caught in his memory he forgot the others were still here.

"Huh what, sorry... I must of zoned out... what were you saying again?"

"Quick version... we were voting on Tommy's fate." Phil spoke. "So far I voted no while Techno and Tubbo voted yes."

"Before you say anything Wilbur... Phil's reason was because Tommy's making Kristen, our mother happy... I don't blame him but I do miss his laughter. I'll never say it to him but I miss our younger annoying brother." Techno said.

"Same goes for me... I miss Tommy. My best friend... Toast is... isn't the same but I don't hate him for it. I just want my best friend back..." Tubbo said holding back the urge to tear up.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Toast said as he opens the door with Ranboo behind him. Every fell silent. "Well don't I?" He repeated.

"Of course you do Toast..." Wilbur finally responded.

"So, I was hearing the whole thing from outside. I'm sorry but I was curious... Ranboo listen in too but I don't blame him. If Tommy comes back then I would take his place in limbo... I don't want to disappear... but I understand what he's going through... I understand that he misses all of you... So it's my choice that really matters, right?"

"Mate... You don't have to-" Toast cuts Phil off.

"I don't have too but... but I want too! I want everyone to be happy... I don't belong anywhere but with Tommy, since I am him... all his happy memories... their not mine but his. So my choice is... bringing back Tommyinnit Minecraft." Everyone was shocked but nodded in union. Although Wilbur was hesitant, he still nodded.

"Then I see it's settled... We're bringing your bother back. First we need a plan. Even with the book we don't want Dream bringing back the wrong person." Phil said.

"Right... we don't need Schlatt around here. He's caused enough trouble for us." Wilbur mentioned.

"What if we send Toast in with me to see Dream and we kill him after he brings Tommy back? That way he won't be able to revive anyone else but Tommy." Tubbo said while holding up an axe which Ranboo suggests to lower down.

"However we do it... everyone needs to promise me, that I won't... that I won't die."

"Of course you have my word, Toast." Wilbur said.

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