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Short story about sleep ⭐️

This was supposed to end so much differently but ig chose fluff over angst:)

Enjoy🦊

No no, the salmon fucked him. Sally was the top. Now go correct the history books.

do the antis that think the dream smp doesn’t have characters/roleplay and are just the actual people being themselves think that about other minecraft rps too. do they think jimmy solidarity and ldshadowlady are actual siblings. do they think shubble can’t swim. do they think iskall is non-binary. do they think grian and taurtis fuck weekly. do they think captainsparklez is a stripper

◜Dadbur Headcanons◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Fluff, SFW, mention of divorce

┊ ᝰ﹕Part Two of Dadbur, send me suggestions and asks for the next ones <3

♧ ok, imagine a mini wilbur with curly hair and a snub nose, well that's your son.

♤ At first Will would be absolutely terrified, he didn't have the best parents in the world so he was afraid of being the same for his son.

♧ This man tries so hard! he didn't want to fall into that stereotype where only mothers really take care of their children, so he'll be there to change their diapers and give them bottles, waking up in the middle of the night to get them back to sleep. He knows how stressful and tiring this is for you, so he does everything in his power to make it easier.

♤ Lullabies but not children's ones, he would play Bowie like Starman and Space Oddity, Beutiful boy would definitely be in the repertoire and he would change the gender if it was a girl.

♧ He would spoil his son a lot, with clothes and toys, and he often buys things that are definitely not for his son's age but always ends up saying "he will use them in the future".

♤ He wouldn't post photos of his child, just one or two that don't show his face, he doesn't like this type of exposure on the Internet, especially with his son.

♧ When the child grew up and had some kind of interest in appearing, he would agree, but nothing excessive, just a few appearances on streams or things like that.

♤ As soon as he reaches a certain age, Will would like him to be at his shows even if it's with ear protection headphones.

♧ If he won a prize he would promptly dedicate it to you and your son.

♤ Possibly the baby would appear in some Lovejoy music videos (when he was old enough).

♧ Would you create a family day that happens every week, where you both take time off from work just to spend time with your child outdoors having picnics, trips to the beach, going to amusement parks and things like that.

♤ You would also have a game night, with a good pizza and board games or video games, sometimes you also invite your friends to participate.

♧ Another family tradition is to always have dinner together and talk about your day and plans for the next one, you also like to cook dinner together it's always a lot of fun.

♤ You also always travel on vacation to different countries, you want your child to get to know different cultures and experiences.

♧ Trips to Disney with Uncle Tommy are definitely your child's favorite.

♤ Once a week Phil and Krist babysit for a romantic parental date.

♧ Will would definitely cry on the first day of school, I see this man coming home and checking his watch every 5 minutes to see what time he will have his son back.

♤ As a first-time father he would also despair at any slightest sign that his child is falling ill.

♧ I can easily see Will, Tommy and Charlie dressed up like princesses and made up for tea time, and they would absolutely love that.

♤ He goes to put the baby to sleep and ends up sleeping in his place>>>>

♧ I think during pregnancy with his first child he would be extremely nervous but after that he would definitely want more children.

♤ I think he would like two or three, nothing too big but not small.

♧ He would be in favor of positive and non-aggressive parenting with his children, he would also be a great supporter of all of his children's choices.

♤ He would also be in favor of teaching his children to be independent with things like handling money, knowing how to cook, having responsibilities and things like that.

♧ When he was on tour with Lovejoy I feel like they would have two options, the first is that if your children are young and not studying yet he would try to convince you to go along with him, but if the children are not so young anymore he you would just feel really bad about leaving them and wonder if you are being a bad father.

♤ In the second option he would make a point of calling all the time, at least two calls a day, he would also buy gifts and things from every country or city he visited, collectibles like postcards or key chains.

♧ He would have lots of photos of his children, some funny ones with just them sleeping, and his lock screen would be a photo of his loved one next to his children.

♤ Even if you separated he would be a good father, he would try to solve all your problems so that it doesn't affect the children and they have a good co-parenting.

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And I hate to say it

But your sister was right

I'm nothing but a problem

Leave you crying overnight

i miss ghostbur already </33 bring my boy back SOBS

I need an explanation

so because sally is a fish, and wilbur is a human then how is fundy a fox. please I need to know!

the only realism ill ever do tbh never again this was fun tho [click for quality!!]

revivedbur casino q bestie arc when

Just a couple o' bloo bois

its almost an insult to wilbur and dreams writing how some people in the fandom potray their characters lmao if i was them i’d be so frustrated

@ Wilbur Soot

Nukeman is back, pog

Hi hello! This is a one time thing, but I’m gonna be talking about today’s lore stream. Warning you now there’s going to be spoilers. Tbh, there is kinda a lot to go over with the lore I know it doesn’t look like much, but if you really look at it, it gets abit deep. This is gonna be a brief post about the lore since this is a writing account not dsmp but I just want to talk about it lol. So that’s why imma do it in points.

Ok first thing, I am liking the idea of the burger van because it goes into the ideal history repeats itself and it’s making it seem like C!wilburs intentions are innocent, nothing serious. In the grand scheme of things,it’s only the beginning of this grand plan of his.

Another thing, I like how he has C!ranboo by his side of course not by first choice, but as a realization that he has a fresh mind to manipulate and use as a solitaire card(sorry I really wanted to make that reference)

Now of course your probs saying”but C!ranboo has already been manipulated by C!dream. It’s not fresh.” Obviously it’s not, but he doesn’t know how Wilbur “functions” or gets his way because he hasn’t known him that long like C!tommy and C!tubbo have. He has stated that he doesn’t know what’s happening until the conflict has already happened so C!Wilbur sees that and uses it to his advantage.

I know this is kinda short, but again I’m a writing account not a dsmp account. I’m only doing this because I like how everything was written out and the analysis behind it. Anyways last thing, now this is just my own opinion, but I think C!Wilbur sees himself in C!ranboo. He sees how ranboo gets along with everyone and how that’s how he used to be pre-limbo and pre-exile. He relates to C!ranboo by how they are both precise and careful of every step they take and how they are feared, but for different reasons. I find that amazing and I am happy cc!wilbur is back writing.

Anyways, this was just for fun lol don’t take it to seriously again I’m only analyzing the writing cuz I thought it was good. This will also probably be the only analysis I do of the dsmp so yea. Anyways, good whatever time your reading this.

Happy third year of Wilbur blowing up l'manburg everyone

And then Quackity kicked him out

@sinnlos-star HAPPY YURI!!! (Here's and extra drawing of us cause I love ya son :3)

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happy gay!!!!! to my favorite straight person ever!!!!!

@sinnlos-star giving you a silly little doodle cause my dumbass went "oh I'll respond later!"..... and I never did

I SEE THE LOSERS I mean wives MY SON I SEE THEM

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH‼️🏳️‍🌈

Have some tntduo ✨

(I tried doing lighting coming from two places but it kinda just looks like I don’t know how to shade :/ )

tw // blood

    There is a quiet, fleeting, moment, when the blade sinks itself into his ribcage and just below his heart, where the world whites out at the edges. He feels his lungs rattle in his chest, feels the metallic taste of blood well up from the back of his throat. He feels Phil’s shaking hands, tremors running down the metal and into his spine and his throat and the lips he so lightly twists into a smile. 

    “Hey, Phil.” Wilbur says, feeling his father slip further down, head bowed in grief. “It’s cold.”

    Phil keens low and quiet into his chest, singed wings draping over Wilbur, trying their best to block out the cold he knows comes from somewhere within him. He appreciates the gesture nonetheless. 

    He hears fireworks in the distance, and sees blue and red through the feathers. L’manburg colors. He silently thanks his brother for the last reminder of his symphony, his unfinished verse. He wonders if his death will be a finishing bar, or perhaps a catalyst for a new measure. He wonders if Tommy knows that the mantle has been passed, and that he’s sorry for the weight that ties a noose around his younger brother’s neck. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he wants to plead, you’re not supposed to carry the weight of my failures on your shoulders. He hopes Tommy runs away, that he leaves this unfinished song and go write for himself a new one, a happier one. 

    “Are you proud of me?” Wilbur finds himself whispering, half hoping Phil doesn’t hear, and finding himself feeling too tired to care. He supposes death did that to a person. Leaves them tired and cold and strangely light. Phil’s hands don’t stop shaking, and red paints his palms and fingers and the hem of his cloak. Wilbur huffs a laugh at his father’s silence.

    “You don’t have to answer that, I think I know what you’re gonna say anyway.” Wilbur says, swallowing back a lungful of blood and air, bringing a hand up to card through the man’s blond hair. Phil shudders. “I wouldn’t be proud of me either.”

    Phil lets out a broken sound at this, and somewhere in Wil’s bleeding chest, he feels a twinge of shame. 

    “Forget about me, Phil.” Wilbur says into the air, feeling sweat and blood and tears drip down his chin. It stains the tips of Phil’s hair. “It’ll be easier that way, I think.”

    Phil brings a hand up to clutch at Wilbur’s arm, head still burrowed in his fast reddening shirt, and Wilbur stifles a gasp at where the movement jars his wound. The elder’s breathing is shallow, he opens and closes his mouth, words caught in his throat, like he’s choking on them.

    “Don’t cry, Phil.” Wilbur hums, voice thready and thin in the ash filled air, “I don’t want that to be the last thing I hear.”

    Phil sobs, and his back shakes with the weight of his grief and his loss. It must be agonizing, Wilbur thinks, to mourn your son while he still speaks. Then again, that won’t last for much longer.

    Wilbur strokes his father’s head, though his fading strength only allows him to curl his fingers, helpless as it falls wayside to the ground. 

    “You’ll be fine, dad.” Wilbur whispers, “You did the right thing. You got rid of the big bad, like the hero in the stories you used to tell.”

    Phil wails harder, and Wilbur thinks that maybe being a hero isn’t as appealing when it causes good men to cry. 

    “I’m tired.” He sighs, feeling his eyes slip shut, “I’ve been awake too long.”

    Phil reaches out with trembling fingers, bloodstained palms cradling his cheek.

    “I l-love yo u.” He chokes, the words broken and jilted, like a song through a broken speaker. 

    Wilbur feels his smile slip a bit, and bites back a strangled laugh, because Phil doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve to have to paint the floor red with his own son’s blood. Another tally on his faults, he thinks, another red name for his ledger of wrongdoings. Even on his dying breath, he hurts the people he loves. 

    “I love you too.” He says, instead, because he refuses to leave without letting his father know that he loves him. That whatever happens, whatever consequences he’s left blazing at his wake, Wilbur soot does not hate his father.  That this isn’t some sort of cruel punishment or last hurrah. He thinks that maybe he just wants to be held, and that sleep comes so much easier when he’s safe in the arms of his childhood hero and protector. “I love you so much.”

     The static in his head grow louder, and he feels his heart give a shudder, and a beat, and the dark encroaches quickly, and through the gauze he hears a broken scream. Then, nothing.