C!wilbur - Blog Posts

I'm a c!tommy kin(superhero au), I'm bodily 18 and I'm looking for more sourcemates to talk to especially Wilbur bc I was closest with him

Message me if you wanna talk:p

Feel free to delete if its not allowed but I'm a fictive of c!wilbur from the dsmp and I'm looking for anyone, but especially Tommy. I am an adult and would prefer other adults to interact for obvious reasons, thank you!

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grand plans.

burning monster.

What of the tree,

That stands between Time and Death,

However, where our lives had begun,

Had also been where you came to rest.

Battle had worn you thin,

Broken seams and dirty limbs,

The golden crown that sits atop your head,

Rusted brown with soil and ash,

The loud thundering destruction,

Of a home you had never forgotten,

One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,

My father stares into your eyes,

He knew, and I knew,

You'd miss me, I knew.

I had to leave,

I had to leave,

I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,

This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,

I must cut the voice that yelled,

At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,

Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,

And rest my conscious six feet underground,

Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and

burning gunpowder,

In a resting chamber that tormented me for

Days, weeks, hours,

The button clicks like a final realization,

The sun has set at a new chapter,

Singed at the page corners,

And now a new world without the burning monster,

Myself,

Only myself,

The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,

What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,

And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,

And a father that blames this death on everyone,

But himself.

Do not follow me, (not anymore)

I would love you as if you were my own, My own to love, and my own to mourn, I would card my fingers through the tidal curls, And sweep past all the dirt crumbs you had, Because you rolled in damp swamp grass.

I would protect you, from anyone else who dare harm you, Even if you are a fighter and I, a writer, You seem to need me so I will guide you so, Little soldier, you should've stayed a child for a little while longer, It was not your time to see piercing spears and impaling blades on a blood strewn battlefield, Young minds are not meant to don old armor, But why, oh why in my naivete did I lead you here?

Please don't follow me, not anymore, I have no trust in myself to hold your guiding torch, I might burn you with a single blind swing, Just as I had all that long ago when I singed my own wings, I have a lot to say, but too little courage to tell; Apologies are on the tip of my tongue, but they can't seem to spill.

Little child I love like my own, If you were to forgive the one who raised you, Would they not hurt you anymore?

I will give you every reason I could think of, so you would let go, I'm afraid if you stay by my side for longer than you need to, I'd harm you just like all those years ago, I never lay a hand against you, but I broke that porcelain pedestal, And the shards of porcelain left bleeding cuts I could not mend.

I'm sorry, my dear, I wish you the best.

Kind.

He was kind.

Where he would tire and submerge himself in mire

Where he almost rots,

You'd think it's something not to admire,

but apparently not,

he sinks in the marsh

and feeds himself to the land he loves so much,

with a smile on his face, white hair hidden under

blacks hats,

and no one bats an eye,

when he slips

no one sees

and when he sinks further into the earth,

no one sees

the soot eats he,

and when he is gone,

no funeral is held for the wayward son.

(And he was kind.)

Guilt did not stay underground (sometimes I wish I did)

Knock me down between the eyes,

Eyes of man that crust with gunpowder and long gone cigarette smoke,

Knock me down,

I deserve it,

Little brother o' mine

Let me earn it.

Knock on the door,

Over lily of valleys,

Hung over the frame

Of what once was two,

three against the world,

And you used to mean the world to me,

I don't think that's ever changed,

Second son o' mine, brother o' mine,

Let me go, I'd die a second time

Let me go,

I need to go.

You don't need to earn an apology from me,

Just that you are asking for an apology,

From a coward, that is me,

I need you to stay,

(I want you to go away)

Just like the old days,

(I've come back to my old ways)

With you by my side,

and I by yours,

'You need to let them heal without you'

So I will let you heal without me,

I'd die a second time to make everyone happy,

Except I'd die only in others eyes,

I'd be a wandering man, a breathing ghost,

A husk of flesh and bone

and once long ago flags and never-sung-again songs,

If I am the problem,

then I will remove myself from the equation,

Give you a quick solution,

I've returned to my roots,

my roots underground,

Brother o' mine, would you wish to come around?

wishing on the farthest star

It seems I am wishing on the farthest star

To achieve what I, alone have earned,

The destruction of what once was home,

seems like a faraway memory, instead of a tomb.

I miss the hunger-smells, and the deathless soil

lively and untouched by the tyrannical hand,

I should've known

that I was wishing on the farthest star

in this lonely night sky,

where family is torn apart at the seams,

and little stars burn out,

and big Suns explode.

I am the slow burning fuse planted 'neath the earth of my home

Ne'er did they find the core of the tick, tick, ticks of time burning,

For the final bow was inevitable,

and this home of ours was never meant to be,

I am this slow-burning fuse,

Forever, lay the scent of TNT.

...Now, the reminiscent stench of gunpowder,

Clings to my coat like an old friend,

that once stabbed me in the back some time ago,

I frown when this sweater of mine smells of cigarette smoke,

The last remaining memory from Before,

tainted with the poignant, lingering smell of who I have come to be,

I chose this path myself,

Please, do not follow me.

Somnia SMP AU

So, this AU idea actually came from a conversation my wife and I had while I made a design for C!Dream.

! THIS AU IS STILL VERY MUCH A WIP !

This is Somnia.

Somnia is a C!Dream who, Somehow, accidently discovered a way to travel through the multiverse. While on this journey though, he witnessed countless horrific events all cause by the Dreams in those universes. When he saw everything, he was mortified, deciding he couldn't bear to carry the same name and identity that these "Monsters" did. That would be when he changed his name from Dream, to Somnia. In a fit of rage, however, he confronted one of the Dreams, Even going so far as to take one of his lives. After he finally returned home, Saw Tommy, and everyone else, He vowed to never allow his SMP to turn out the way he'd seen various others. He then made sure everyone knew his name was no longer Dream, And the Server's name was to be changed as well.

Extra Info:

-Because of the guilt that Somnia holds, He hosts Large serverwide festivals at the end of every month for each member to attend and enjoy.

-Once took Tommy's discs, but realized how much they meant to him and immediately returned them with cover of, "Oh, I lost those, Looks like Tommy found them anyways. Oh well."

-Actively works to prevent Several "Canon events" from happening.

-L'manberg was founded, But the revolution took place before Somnia's discovery of the multiverse.

-Prevented Schlatt from winning in the election, and Convinced Quackity to go along with Wilbur Instead.

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This is what I have so far, So stay tuned to see more of this AU, Including small Fanfics, Comics, doodles, and everyone else's character sheets + Designs. (Along with how their story has been altered by Somnia's experience with the Multiverse.)

-Thank you for Reading!

(ANY QUESTIONS ARE WELCOME! AS WELL AS ANY ART OF THE AU)

I think he’s contemplating.

Little Ghostbur things.

Anyways, Hi goobers.

Hope you guys are having a wonderful day/night :]

Pogtopia feels more haunted than a blown up L'Manburg...

my favorite place on the dream smp right now is abandoned pogtopia.

it is truly the one place that has been completely frozen in time. it hasn't been touched since November 16th, and you can feel the pain of that day embedded in the walls.

it feels wrong to even go back to it. you'd have see the remnants of c!wilbur. the buttons on the walls, the messy tunnel from pogtopia to manberg, the old potato farm, the pit, the spiral staircase used to even reach it. the chests and bed are still sitting at its entrance, almost completely untouched. the entire place essentially documents c!wilbur's descent into paranoia and mental decline, with c!tommy being a witness and a victim to all of it.

and yet, when people do revisit, they don't stay for long. it just feels so haunting. as if you shouldn't go back to it. you shouldn't be there, and the ambiance of the place let's you know that.

I was rewatching the Hitting on 16 vod and holy shit I think I cracked the code to as why the dynamic between c!crimeboys in the final c!Wilbur lore stream felt off.

No, because now all of this makes sense. The finale of Wilbur’s story makes sense. c!crimeboy's dynamic isn’t what it used to be in Lmanberg. It’s changed and c!Tommy is used to the way Wilbur uses words now. It has “no effect on Tommy anymore. They just make him a little frightened”

Tommy: “You’re scaring me” Wilbur: “I don’t want to scare you” Tommy: “Well you are Will!”

This exchange makes sense.

“He felt he had done something wrong simply by posing his pov and he felt like the antagonist when all he wanted was an answer”

The entire stream, whatever felt off between them, it all makes sense now

c!Tommy wants answers to his questions. c!Wilbur is unwilling to give them to him. That is, until c!Tommy resorted to violence just as he had seen was effective all throughout his childhood midst war and more prominently in his exile

“I don’t know why I did that… I didn’t use to be this angry” Frightened of abandonment because he could see the fragments of a broken man, his brother, who had been held together with a single bandage since his revival slowly start falling out of place.

And all c!Tommy wanted was an answer to his questions.

But Tommy’s only ever been antagonised for them.

:)

IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE

It was never meant to be

have a nice November 16th, o7

c!Wilbur analysis/rant :))

It’s easy to write c!wilbur off as power-hungry and manipulative, but it’s all a matter of perspective.

(For simplicity’s sake, when I say “Wilbur” just assume I’m talking abt the character unless I say otherwise) (also, this is my perception of the character and may not be entirely accurate) (also this is really long I’m sorry)

So honestly I’m fairly sure the paranoia started at the very first war of L’manburg. Even prior to that, Wilbur was clearly stressed about conflict (mostly due to Tommy’s recklessness) and even just presidency in general. But especially when the conflicts built into a war, Wilbur had a large fear of appearing vulnerable (to his people and to Dream). He was afraid of being perceived as weak and being taken advantage of as a result. (keep in mind they also experienced a brutal betrayal amidst all of this, so naturally he’s afraid that his control is slipping). But basically his goal was to provide L’manburg with a respectable leader to make sure Dream doesn’t see their weakness as an opening.

So when it came to the election, I’d say he rigged it out of desperation more than anything. The desperation to maintain control over the decisions L’manburg makes because he’s afraid of leaving it up to anyone else (naturally). This meant that when Schlatt was suddenly the one in control, he was immediately terrified that he could no longer influence anything important such as the tides of war. And literally not even ten minutes later, it got worse. Suddenly, he had no power at all, as he was now driven out of the only place he had ever felt safe.

During exile, one of his biggest nightmares came true. He was vulnerable. Exposed. Physically and mentally. And at this point, it was obvious that his paranoia spiked. At this point, the pressure of trying to be a hero had weighed on him so much that he was practically forced into the role of the villain.

This fear continues through the entire Pogtopia era, as he’s still got himself convinced that he has no power over anything (hence his lack of action during the execution at the Manburg festival). Getting the tnt from Dream was, once again, a desperate action. By allowing Dream to use/treat him as a vassal, he really just wants a reason to be important again. To be useful, like he no longer can in (L’)Manburg. Keep in mind there was also the additional pressure of leading a rebellion, and balancing that with trying to provide for Dream.

When he destroyed L’manburg, it was more out of frustration and exhaustion rather than hatred. He said “if I can’t have this no one can, Phil”, implying that he’s tired of everything being taken from him. He also says that “there was a special place”, which probably means that he’s afraid of L’manburg affecting people the way it affected him.

He also could have done it out of the overwhelming need to feel important. By making such an impact on the server, he can maintain what little remnants of power he has left. Due to exhaustion, he wanted to die, but at the very least he wanted his story to live on, and at this point he’d do anything to make it happen (once again, desperation). His death wasn’t one of escape, it was one of release. He didn’t do it to run away from consequences, though he was obviously oblivious to what he’d have to go through in limbo. You can also tell because as he’s stood at the button, when Phil arrives, there’s clear stress in his voice, not at being caught, but at the fact that for the 8/9th time, he can’t help himself like he so desperately wants to do. However, when that stress dies down and he realises that he can still do it, there’s nothing but pure relief and resolution in his voice. He’s glad that, for the first time in his life, he finally has a symphony that he can finish.

Then limbo happens, and bam, Revivebur. Now he hasn’t been around nearly as long, so there’s not much to say, but anyway. About the manipulation thing, again, it’s all about control. His fear of not having and power over anything obviously carried over into the afterlife. It’s really just the whole concept (which could be considered as a sentence mechanism) of gaining control over others before they can control you. Of course this doesn’t entirely justify outright manipulating people, but it gives you a better idea of why he might be doing it rather than “he’s evil and wants nothing but power over everyone”. You can also tell by how much he enjoys his conflict with Quackity that he’s just excited to finally feel in control of conflict again for the first time in (most likely) years.

Or cc!Wilbur really just want to be a cool villain, who knows.

That concludes my rant that I’ve recited to myself more times than I can count. My fingers hurt. Thank you :)