Sometimes I Forget That Not Everyone Has Been Around For The Dsmp As Long As I Have.

some assorted will solace moments that are now canon

scared of birds

fell down the stairs and passed out right after being told to watch his step

sang a little song so pretty it made flowers grow

said persephone was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen while his boyfriend was standing right next to him

saw real human feces on the nyc subway

bisexual....that's Literally his boyfriend

built a little shelter and left a kitkat for nico and then fucked off to go for a stroll in tartarus alone

laughed so hard at being called a care bear he broke down in hysterical crying

has a battery powered sun globe bc he gets depressed when the sun is weak

almost certainly had a crush on nico before blood of olympus

cargo shorts defender

inferiority complex

plague powers so strong he inflicted hay fever on a primordial goddess that doesnt even have a respiratory system and should be immune to all illness

best friend is his mom

TALL

happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

So is anyone else thinking about how the state of grace (taylor's version) lyric video looks like the hex?

Just me?

Sometimes, Wilbur wonders if he had entered the wrong world when he came back to life.

The world as he knew it, was bright. Even in Pogtopia's cold walls, there was warmth, small but bright, full of life that seemed to never go out.

The world that he came into, with grey hair, and a patched up scar, and memories of a train station that had haunted him for years, is much colder.

There's little to no light. Wilbur sometimes wonders how the flowers survived.

He wonders how he will survive, when Tommy's glow no longer lives within him.

Maybe Tommy will shine brighter with time. Maybe, he can be the one to make him smile! Wilbur wants to take out his old guitar and sing. Maybe that will cheer Tommy up.

He wants to hug him (but Tommy doesn't like hugs). To make his old shirt anew, to dye that white streak away, because Tommy's not like him. Tommy's bright and playful, and full of light.

Not a little broken boy held together by bandages and scars.

the only thing keeping me sane currently is the fictional scenarios in my head

I wrote a poem about L’Manberg

You were built by friendships and kindness

Founded on an idea of safety (and destroyed by their blindness)

Thrice, the ground you stood on was broken

Twice, the people who made you were at fault for it

Your symphony is unfinished

Your legacy is incorrect

You were full of laughter, once

That’s what people forget; they only remember the pain that took place within you

And pretend it was your fault that it happened

Maybe you’d still be here

But the people who were loyal to you were kicked out

One died to kill his grief after he killed you

The other returned after being cast away, but was unable to save you

He is remained of you when his brother plays his guitar

He is reminded of you when he makes flower crowns with his friends

He is reminded of you when he sits on a bench

He is reminded of you when he sees redwood trees

When he hears laughter

When his best friend tells him a joke

Others are reminded of you when he smiles

But that’s been such a rare sight, since you’ve been gone

On the anniversary of your first victory he brings you flowers

On the anniversary of the worst day of his life, he visits that wretched room and asks what he could’ve done better to stop it from happening

On the anniversary of your final defeat he can’t get out of bed.

People still walk along whatever earth is left under you.

There is a bridge there now.

Plants grow from the obsidian that blocks out the sun

Life persists even on the tool that was used to kill you

The people who loved you remember you well

But your story hasn’t been told by them

It’s been told by the ones responsible for your downfall

And the ones who never held you close at all

History is told by the winner, not the one in the right

And your story is told by people who did not know you

And it is told wrong

C!alliumduo my beloved

Um, a lot of people really liked my sbi assassin au? idea

(haha what the fuck-)

Here have more shit that my sleep deprived brain came up with

Tommy and Wilbur are rich kids. Like the ones who live in big manor houses and get to go to fricking galas.

Wilbur went abroad to study (read : live a normal life). He's got a lot of friends now, who he depends on now to find his brother.

Tommy is best friends with Tubbo and Ranboo! Tubbo has been best friends with him since he was a baby and Ranboo is more recent

The assassination was ordered out by an anonymous person.

Phil is a assassin known as the Angel of Death. No one has escaped his clutches.

Techno is his adopted son. He's in his early twenties, and is just as proficient as his father when it comes to assassinating.

Tommy very quickly enters Phil's good graces, but takes a bit longer to enter techno's.

But when he does, Techno quickly realizes he would die for this annoying gremlin child.

Then they hear about Wilbur

The oldest son, who has been turning every rock and building upside down to find his little brother.

The anonymous person strikes again

Wilbur is the victim this time

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

this is how the smp should end, and i stand by that