C!Wilbur’s Journal

((A dream smp role-play blog))

[asootypen]

Hello! :D

This is a role play blog based off of a hc I’ve had about c!wilbur having a little journal throughout his life that he would write in.

These pages will mostly be from different times and places in his story, referencing canon and some made up non-canon events as well. And they’ll usually include little doodles and poems or short thoughts

Also this is my first time really doing this sorta thing but I hope you enjoy what I do with it!!

Note: you’re also welcome to send asks!! mostly ooc though since it wouldn’t make sense for his journal to talk to people, though maybe there can be some creative exceptions :)

[asootypen]

{image desc.// Cursive writing in blue ink on yellowed lined paper. it reads “And here now lies, the boy and the crow. awake the amber ash, the smell of a struggled soul. float into the horizon of icarus’s dawning sun. the boy asks, did he do it right? was death suppossed to follow him? like the moon follows the sun?”//}

[asootypen]

{image desc.// There are cursive words written in black ink and some simple doodles in blue ink below it, on yellow lined paper. it says “When the crow visits you, it’s a premature mourning. The promise of a last breath, a final death, foretold and swiftly near. And he remembers so long ago, the crow said to his only son; That death is to life, as is to the moon, to our dear sun. Beautiful and striving gifts, of pure ingrained love.” At the bottom left of the page is a smiling sun with some clouds and to the right of it is a smiling moon with some stars, they are drawn in blue ink.//}

[asootypen]

{image desc.//A poem written on yellowed lined paper with a black pen, the handwriting appears choppy and inconsistent but otherwise neat and slow as if the writer was taking his time practicing his letters, reading “if you ever looked into the water, would my reflection cast onto you? Will there be ripples of time, folding and shaping, Or a calm stir in an otherwise perfected copy of me?“ then the second half is different in style, letters bunched up together and smaller in space with quicker strokes reading “I’m losing you. You’re sailing off to sea, the wind catching your dreams, And I’m the anchor still pressure deep”//}

[asootypen]

{image desc.// lined yellowed paper that looks to be dirty with a short poem written in squished messy handwriting with black pen reading “innocence is pitifully deceptive, remorse will grind over our” the next word is scribbled out with the word “hearts” rewritten above it “and my friend, my dearest friend, No one is as shameful as you.”//}

[asootypen]

{image desc.// lined yellowed paper with words written in normal handwriting in pencil reading “is it ironic that the angel of death carries around a noose? I don’t think he knows that it looks that way to me.” Below is a child-like drawing of a person (labelled “dad” with an arrow) flying through the clouds with poorly drawn birds behind them while holding rope that’s tied into a loop at the end (labeled “noose” with an arrow) and another person holding onto it (labeled “me” with an arrow) then there’s a small note at the bottom of the drawing reading “it’s still fun to fly with him though”//}

[asootypen]

{image desc.//photo of several notes written in cursive with a black pen on yellowed lined paper, it titled as “Potion of Poison ||” and below the following notes reads “In Order: nether wart fermented, spider eye, glowstone dust.” A few spaces are skipped down, “Ferm. spider eye= eye + sugar + mushroom (brown)” another few spaces are skipped, “*note: redstone turns reaction effects to a longer time frame; gunpowder makes splash”//}