SEND ASKS: bother Wilbur with anything! Either about his brothers, L'manberg, past relationships, Pogtopia, just about anything!
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I will interact with ALL characters, even OCS or hell even cross overs! (Wilburs relationship with dsmp members below!)
I will also interact with anonymous in the ask box! If your a returning anon I'd love it if you put an Emoji!!!
Limits:No NSFW, I'll add more if it's needed, otherwise go crazy
IMPORTANT INFORMATION BELOW ABOUT C!WILBUR
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"This is where we take it all back. Either that or we get nothing."
Wilbur is 27 years old, this ask blog takes place post revival.
He has pretty bad trust issues due to a past relationship with... Sally... So if he's harsh with any new people at first give him the benefit of the doubt.
He's got two brothers Techno and Tommy. He believes in found family, he's trying his best to be a good person again.
People he's on good terms with: Niki, Quackity, Foolish, Phil, Tubbo, Techno, Tommy, and Fundy.
People he's on bad terms with: Sally, Sapnap, Schlatt, Sam, and Dream.
Any characters not mentioned means he doesn't really care for or hasn't formed a relationship with yet (You can change this, you can also change how he feels about a person.)
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If you really want to aggravate or make him upset him, ask him about Sally, the sixteenth, Sapnap, limbo, revival, pogtopia, his father, and his son.
He's autistic, and ALSO is transgender ftm, he's got depression and multiple anxiety disorders. Also PTSD.
Anons (still figuring out how anons work I apologize)
- 🩹 anon
- 🐛 anon
-😼 🐤 anon
(More information will be added as time goes on and we learn more about him)
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Fan art references bellow, also he's a avain hybrid and is a barn owl! He nests and prefers nighttime.
Philza quietly lands next to wilburs house, readying himself for what may be a argument. he doesnt know though.
He walks up to the door, knocking on it gently; "Son? you in there?"
@the-cr0w-father
Wilbur was reading once he headed the knock. He was a bit confused since he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He shut his book and made his way to the door, he hesitated as he reached for the door knob. But then opened it.
Once he saw Phil, his father, his eyes widen a bit. He's seen Phil since he's been revived but it's been awhile. "Um- Dad- hello? " His voice was unsteady.
"I'm well. Uh- I just wanted to stop by, see how you're feeling-- after all of it." He said gently, he knew his son, so he can tell the man's a bit uncomfortable, to which, he doesn't blame him.
"Wil-" he went to say, but paused to make sure he doesn't act upon anger
"I always cared, just the gods didn't say fate aligned." He takes a deep breath "and if I didn't care why would I have gone through all that I had, I wouldn't have taken care of Ghostbur for so long. And I didn't want to fucking stab you-" he said, his voice making himself seem bigger than he is. And his wings flaring
"You didn't want to stab me?" He paused, "I know I begged you to stab me but did you ever pause to think maybe just maybe, I was beginning for help? I'm sorry I did that to and everything and I regret it every night." He shook his head.
His wings tensed up as he looked down.
"The gods didn't say fate alined but I'm your son, I need you- I needed someone to notice that I was hurting and I needed at least you to be that person." His voice shook a bit, he really didn't want to fight with him.
He knew the two would never agree with each other on this subject. Wilbur blew up a nation and begged his father to stab him and he did, what more was there to say about it.
"For fucks sake-" he muttered, mildly starting to regret this, but he needs to try to fix the bond again, atleast-
"Wilbur- i know i should've done something different that day, hell, anything different. But I can't change the past, as much as I wish I could, I would redo so much if it avoided me killing you." He pauses
"but I cannot change what happened, but I cant- keep avoiding you like the plague, I know you hate me, you have every damn right too. But I miss you, i miss my son." He said, his words being straight from his thoughts in that moment.
He misses the days where all his kids were okay. But sadly he doubts he'll get that back
He looked at Phil, his breath shakey, his wings relaxed as well as his shoulders. He hestaied for a moment trying to process what was said to him, or even want to say.
As much as he wanted to hate Phil, to scream in his face to just be angry. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't.
Neither of the two could change what happened that day, Wilbur knew that better then anybody, hell he blew his brothers home up, and he still forgave him.
"I miss you too Dad, " He finally said, "I'm really sorry-"
"Oh- wil" he said, his face softening almost immediately, the avian in him shouting to take care of wilbur.
"Its- okay, you've done some dumb shit, but so have I, so have all of us. And- I'm gonna try- to be here for ya', okay?" He said, his tone gentler now, as he put a hand on his shoulder.
he nods, "good, good"
he went silent for a few seconds, kind of unsure where to go next. "so-" he cuts off, knowing he was going absolutely no where with that sentence.
his wings ruffle a bit.
"Have you been taking proper care of yourself-?" He asks.
Phil knows when someones stressed, they tend to forget basic needs, such as eating and drinking water. even preening their wings properly
Clover had to crouch down to Wilbur’s height, they stood quite….tall, maybe a little over 30ft. Their voice came out a bit softly,”I’m just here to ask you a few things that Lady Death wanted to know, if that’s okay with you of course.”
“I’m just one of few messagers that death has,” Clover paused to think of how tall they are,”Bit over 30 ft, I’ve met people way taller than me, don’t worry,”
They cleared their throat lightly before speaking again,”First question; any dreams about your limbo or anything like that?”
Wilbur tensed up a bit, his wings tensed up a bit as he looked up at them. He looked away for a few seconds then attempted to make eye contact. He sighed.
"I mean- yeah-" He replied, his voice a bit wobbly. Limbo was a bit of a sore subject for him.
Clover nodded their head, noticing the bit of wobble in Wilbur’s voice,”I’m sorry, dear, I should have expected that to be a sore subject,” they apologize
”..oh right right, sorry I suppose I got a bit off topic,” They cleared their throat a bit,”..how real do these dreams or whatever you want to call them feel?”
Philza quietly lands next to wilburs house, readying himself for what may be a argument. he doesnt know though.
He walks up to the door, knocking on it gently; "Son? you in there?"
@the-cr0w-father
Wilbur was reading once he headed the knock. He was a bit confused since he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He shut his book and made his way to the door, he hesitated as he reached for the door knob. But then opened it.
Once he saw Phil, his father, his eyes widen a bit. He's seen Phil since he's been revived but it's been awhile. "Um- Dad- hello? " His voice was unsteady.
"I'm well. Uh- I just wanted to stop by, see how you're feeling-- after all of it." He said gently, he knew his son, so he can tell the man's a bit uncomfortable, to which, he doesn't blame him.
"Wil-" he went to say, but paused to make sure he doesn't act upon anger
"I always cared, just the gods didn't say fate aligned." He takes a deep breath "and if I didn't care why would I have gone through all that I had, I wouldn't have taken care of Ghostbur for so long. And I didn't want to fucking stab you-" he said, his voice making himself seem bigger than he is. And his wings flaring
"You didn't want to stab me?" He paused, "I know I begged you to stab me but did you ever pause to think maybe just maybe, I was beginning for help? I'm sorry I did that to and everything and I regret it every night." He shook his head.
His wings tensed up as he looked down.
"The gods didn't say fate alined but I'm your son, I need you- I needed someone to notice that I was hurting and I needed at least you to be that person." His voice shook a bit, he really didn't want to fight with him.
He knew the two would never agree with each other on this subject. Wilbur blew up a nation and begged his father to stab him and he did, what more was there to say about it.
"For fucks sake-" he muttered, mildly starting to regret this, but he needs to try to fix the bond again, atleast-
"Wilbur- i know i should've done something different that day, hell, anything different. But I can't change the past, as much as I wish I could, I would redo so much if it avoided me killing you." He pauses
"but I cannot change what happened, but I cant- keep avoiding you like the plague, I know you hate me, you have every damn right too. But I miss you, i miss my son." He said, his words being straight from his thoughts in that moment.
He misses the days where all his kids were okay. But sadly he doubts he'll get that back
He looked at Phil, his breath shakey, his wings relaxed as well as his shoulders. He hestaied for a moment trying to process what was said to him, or even want to say.
As much as he wanted to hate Phil, to scream in his face to just be angry. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't.
Neither of the two could change what happened that day, Wilbur knew that better then anybody, hell he blew his brothers home up, and he still forgave him.
"I miss you too Dad, " He finally said, "I'm really sorry-"
"Oh- wil" he said, his face softening almost immediately, the avian in him shouting to take care of wilbur.
"Its- okay, you've done some dumb shit, but so have I, so have all of us. And- I'm gonna try- to be here for ya', okay?" He said, his tone gentler now, as he put a hand on his shoulder.
he nods, "good, good"
he went silent for a few seconds, kind of unsure where to go next. "so-" he cuts off, knowing he was going absolutely no where with that sentence.
his wings ruffle a bit.
Philza quietly lands next to wilburs house, readying himself for what may be a argument. he doesnt know though.
He walks up to the door, knocking on it gently; "Son? you in there?"
@the-cr0w-father
Wilbur was reading once he headed the knock. He was a bit confused since he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He shut his book and made his way to the door, he hesitated as he reached for the door knob. But then opened it.
Once he saw Phil, his father, his eyes widen a bit. He's seen Phil since he's been revived but it's been awhile. "Um- Dad- hello? " His voice was unsteady.
"I'm well. Uh- I just wanted to stop by, see how you're feeling-- after all of it." He said gently, he knew his son, so he can tell the man's a bit uncomfortable, to which, he doesn't blame him.
"Wil-" he went to say, but paused to make sure he doesn't act upon anger
"I always cared, just the gods didn't say fate aligned." He takes a deep breath "and if I didn't care why would I have gone through all that I had, I wouldn't have taken care of Ghostbur for so long. And I didn't want to fucking stab you-" he said, his voice making himself seem bigger than he is. And his wings flaring
"You didn't want to stab me?" He paused, "I know I begged you to stab me but did you ever pause to think maybe just maybe, I was beginning for help? I'm sorry I did that to and everything and I regret it every night." He shook his head.
His wings tensed up as he looked down.
"The gods didn't say fate alined but I'm your son, I need you- I needed someone to notice that I was hurting and I needed at least you to be that person." His voice shook a bit, he really didn't want to fight with him.
He knew the two would never agree with each other on this subject. Wilbur blew up a nation and begged his father to stab him and he did, what more was there to say about it.
"For fucks sake-" he muttered, mildly starting to regret this, but he needs to try to fix the bond again, atleast-
"Wilbur- i know i should've done something different that day, hell, anything different. But I can't change the past, as much as I wish I could, I would redo so much if it avoided me killing you." He pauses
"but I cannot change what happened, but I cant- keep avoiding you like the plague, I know you hate me, you have every damn right too. But I miss you, i miss my son." He said, his words being straight from his thoughts in that moment.
He misses the days where all his kids were okay. But sadly he doubts he'll get that back
He looked at Phil, his breath shakey, his wings relaxed as well as his shoulders. He hestaied for a moment trying to process what was said to him, or even want to say.
As much as he wanted to hate Phil, to scream in his face to just be angry. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't.
Neither of the two could change what happened that day, Wilbur knew that better then anybody, hell he blew his brothers home up, and he still forgave him.
"I miss you too Dad, " He finally said, "I'm really sorry-"
"Oh- wil" he said, his face softening almost immediately, the avian in him shouting to take care of wilbur.
"Its- okay, you've done some dumb shit, but so have I, so have all of us. And- I'm gonna try- to be here for ya', okay?" He said, his tone gentler now, as he put a hand on his shoulder.
Clover had to crouch down to Wilbur’s height, they stood quite….tall, maybe a little over 30ft. Their voice came out a bit softly,”I’m just here to ask you a few things that Lady Death wanted to know, if that’s okay with you of course.”
“I’m just one of few messagers that death has,” Clover paused to think of how tall they are,”Bit over 30 ft, I’ve met people way taller than me, don’t worry,”
They cleared their throat lightly before speaking again,”First question; any dreams about your limbo or anything like that?”
Wilbur tensed up a bit, his wings tensed up a bit as he looked up at them. He looked away for a few seconds then attempted to make eye contact. He sighed.
"I mean- yeah-" He replied, his voice a bit wobbly. Limbo was a bit of a sore subject for him.
Clover nodded their head, noticing the bit of wobble in Wilbur’s voice,”I’m sorry, dear, I should have expected that to be a sore subject,” they apologize
Philza quietly lands next to wilburs house, readying himself for what may be a argument. he doesnt know though.
He walks up to the door, knocking on it gently; "Son? you in there?"
@the-cr0w-father
Wilbur was reading once he headed the knock. He was a bit confused since he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He shut his book and made his way to the door, he hesitated as he reached for the door knob. But then opened it.
Once he saw Phil, his father, his eyes widen a bit. He's seen Phil since he's been revived but it's been awhile. "Um- Dad- hello? " His voice was unsteady.
"I'm well. Uh- I just wanted to stop by, see how you're feeling-- after all of it." He said gently, he knew his son, so he can tell the man's a bit uncomfortable, to which, he doesn't blame him.
"Wil-" he went to say, but paused to make sure he doesn't act upon anger
"I always cared, just the gods didn't say fate aligned." He takes a deep breath "and if I didn't care why would I have gone through all that I had, I wouldn't have taken care of Ghostbur for so long. And I didn't want to fucking stab you-" he said, his voice making himself seem bigger than he is. And his wings flaring
"You didn't want to stab me?" He paused, "I know I begged you to stab me but did you ever pause to think maybe just maybe, I was beginning for help? I'm sorry I did that to and everything and I regret it every night." He shook his head.
His wings tensed up as he looked down.
"The gods didn't say fate alined but I'm your son, I need you- I needed someone to notice that I was hurting and I needed at least you to be that person." His voice shook a bit, he really didn't want to fight with him.
He knew the two would never agree with each other on this subject. Wilbur blew up a nation and begged his father to stab him and he did, what more was there to say about it.
"For fucks sake-" he muttered, mildly starting to regret this, but he needs to try to fix the bond again, atleast-
"Wilbur- i know i should've done something different that day, hell, anything different. But I can't change the past, as much as I wish I could, I would redo so much if it avoided me killing you." He pauses
"but I cannot change what happened, but I cant- keep avoiding you like the plague, I know you hate me, you have every damn right too. But I miss you, i miss my son." He said, his words being straight from his thoughts in that moment.
He misses the days where all his kids were okay. But sadly he doubts he'll get that back
He looked at Phil, his breath shakey, his wings relaxed as well as his shoulders. He hestaied for a moment trying to process what was said to him, or even want to say.
As much as he wanted to hate Phil, to scream in his face to just be angry. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't.
Neither of the two could change what happened that day, Wilbur knew that better then anybody, hell he blew his brothers home up, and he still forgave him.
"I miss you too Dad, " He finally said, "I'm really sorry-"
"Oh- wil" he said, his face softening almost immediately, the avian in him shouting to take care of wilbur.
"Its- okay, you've done some dumb shit, but so have I, so have all of us. And- I'm gonna try- to be here for ya', okay?" He said, his tone gentler now, as he put a hand on his shoulder.
Philza quietly lands next to wilburs house, readying himself for what may be a argument. he doesnt know though.
He walks up to the door, knocking on it gently; "Son? you in there?"
@the-cr0w-father
Wilbur was reading once he headed the knock. He was a bit confused since he wasn't exactly expecting anyone. He shut his book and made his way to the door, he hesitated as he reached for the door knob. But then opened it.
Once he saw Phil, his father, his eyes widen a bit. He's seen Phil since he's been revived but it's been awhile. "Um- Dad- hello? " His voice was unsteady.
"I'm well. Uh- I just wanted to stop by, see how you're feeling-- after all of it." He said gently, he knew his son, so he can tell the man's a bit uncomfortable, to which, he doesn't blame him.
"Wil-" he went to say, but paused to make sure he doesn't act upon anger
"I always cared, just the gods didn't say fate aligned." He takes a deep breath "and if I didn't care why would I have gone through all that I had, I wouldn't have taken care of Ghostbur for so long. And I didn't want to fucking stab you-" he said, his voice making himself seem bigger than he is. And his wings flaring
"You didn't want to stab me?" He paused, "I know I begged you to stab me but did you ever pause to think maybe just maybe, I was beginning for help? I'm sorry I did that to and everything and I regret it every night." He shook his head.
His wings tensed up as he looked down.
"The gods didn't say fate alined but I'm your son, I need you- I needed someone to notice that I was hurting and I needed at least you to be that person." His voice shook a bit, he really didn't want to fight with him.
He knew the two would never agree with each other on this subject. Wilbur blew up a nation and begged his father to stab him and he did, what more was there to say about it.
"For fucks sake-" he muttered, mildly starting to regret this, but he needs to try to fix the bond again, atleast-
"Wilbur- i know i should've done something different that day, hell, anything different. But I can't change the past, as much as I wish I could, I would redo so much if it avoided me killing you." He pauses
"but I cannot change what happened, but I cant- keep avoiding you like the plague, I know you hate me, you have every damn right too. But I miss you, i miss my son." He said, his words being straight from his thoughts in that moment.
He misses the days where all his kids were okay. But sadly he doubts he'll get that back
He looked at Phil, his breath shakey, his wings relaxed as well as his shoulders. He hestaied for a moment trying to process what was said to him, or even want to say.
As much as he wanted to hate Phil, to scream in his face to just be angry. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't.
Neither of the two could change what happened that day, Wilbur knew that better then anybody, hell he blew his brothers home up, and he still forgave him.
"I miss you too Dad, " He finally said, "I'm really sorry-"
"Oh- wil" he said, his face softening almost immediately, the avian in him shouting to take care of wilbur.
"Its- okay, you've done some dumb shit, but so have I, so have all of us. And- I'm gonna try- to be here for ya', okay?" He said, his tone gentler now, as he put a hand on his shoulder.
Clover had to crouch down to Wilbur’s height, they stood quite….tall, maybe a little over 30ft. Their voice came out a bit softly,”I’m just here to ask you a few things that Lady Death wanted to know, if that’s okay with you of course.”
“I’m just one of few messagers that death has,” Clover paused to think of how tall they are,”Bit over 30 ft, I’ve met people way taller than me, don’t worry,”
They cleared their throat lightly before speaking again,”First question; any dreams about your limbo or anything like that?”
Wilbur tensed up a bit, his wings tensed up a bit as he looked up at them. He looked away for a few seconds then attempted to make eye contact. He sighed.
"I mean- yeah-" He replied, his voice a bit wobbly. Limbo was a bit of a sore subject for him.
Clover nodded their head, noticing the bit of wobble in Wilbur’s voice,”I’m sorry, dear, I should have expected that to be a sore subject,” they apologize
