since y'all seem to like it when i make dumbass brainrot-fueled posts abt wilbur and tommy (and in doing so out myself for having familial issus but SHH shut the fuck Up), here’s a bunch of HC’s about their in-character relationship. feast, boys
—in the first ever war with dream, after tommy sacrificed a life in the duel with him, wilbur spent days not leaving tommy’s side. even after the war was over— even after they’d secured their independence, wilbur didn’t ever really want to be too far away from the boy; he was constantly worried that it was a dream— that seeing tommy every day was some sort of dream, and if he wasn’t with the boy he’d wake up and—and tommy wouldn’t be there. he would constantly hover, & if tommy got injured somehow, it didn’t matter if the wound was insignificant, he would freak out and insist that he needed medical attention. tommy would have to constantly remind him that; “yes, i’m fine wil. no, i’m not going to die, it’s just a fucking papercut, calm down’”.
—wilbur’s a mother hen, through and through. it doesn’t matter what , if something garners his concern about tommy he will not leave him alone for days until he gets answers / he’s sure that tommy’s okay. tommy makes fun of him for this, since he freaks out more than their actual dad does whenever he gets in trouble, but wilbur can’t help it, because tommy’s a fucking idiot and he somehow always puts himself into some sort of danger. wilbur’s surprised he doesn’t have grey hairs.
——they’re both extremely clingy. both of them won’t admit it, but they really can’t go too long w/o each other, constantly wondering where the other is or what they’re doing if they’ve been w/o each other for too long. whenever wilbur sees tommy after not interacting w/ him for like….,,… even a couple hours he forces himself next to him and follows him around for the entire day. tommy just deadass clings to him like a fucking leech, too, holding onto his arm. there was a lot of times back in the old l'manberg days where wilbur would be discussing something important w/ fundy and niki and tommy would just,.. be there. hanging off his elbow. or, tommy would be hanging out w/ tubbo and wilbur would suddenly barge through, into their conversation and shove his way in the middle and loudly go ‘HEY TOMMY".
—back in the old l'manberg days, after the OG war w/ dream, the two of them would always comfort each other after a bad nightmare, or w/ their general anxieties. tommy would wake up in a middle of nightmare, with what felt like an arrow in his chest and water in his lungs and the sound of wilbur’s countdown, not knowing where he was, and wilbur would be there. wilbur would wake up w/ a dream about a button room, about the images of the dreamteam tearing through the walls, of 'it was never meant to be’ and tommy would be there. they were the only people who felt comfortable enough w/ each other to actually express how the first war effected them. (wilbur was the only person tommy confided in about how scared he’d been during the duel, and in turn wilbur told tommy about how paranoid he’d been feeling since eret’s betrayal.)
—back then, wilbur was in support of the dumbass adventures and mishaps tommy would get himself in w/ dream. it was the most entertaining thing he’d seen in awhile, watching tommy and dream chase each other around—plus, he felt a little guilty for letting tommy be apart of the war’s, so he would let him have this—you’d think the man who made the nation would be against his right hand man putting it in possible jeopardy, but no. he would just sit back and watch and dream and tommy wrestled over their disks in the distance, sipping his tea.
FUNDY; you—aren’t you gonna stop them?
WILBUR, sitting on a pull-out chair with shades on; no, no, it’s fine.
TOMMY, in the distance: I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH
WILBUR: just don’t give tommy an actual weapon and it’ll be fine
FUNDY, watching dream body slam tommy in the distance: i don’t…think that’s the problem
—in the beginning of the pogtopia arc, tommy had been noticing how stressed and closed-off wilbur and seemed, so he’d tried to do something about it— tried to help in the ways he could. he didn’t ever really address that he noticed how exhausted wilbur looked, but he went out of his way to get him little gifts; like, going hunting to make food for him that wasn’t potatoes, making stupid little jokes to brighten his day, spending more time with him, constantly talking about how good of a president he was— it was the little things that he tried to help with, sticking to wilbur’s side like a leech and constantly filling pogtopia with meaningless chatter. (wilbur knew he was doing this— knew he was trying to help in the ways he could, and even if he knew his attempts were futile, he didn’t stop him. he couldn’t stop him, really, because he was still so endeared by the stupid puns and jokes tommy littered throughout the days, just for him.)
—tommy has always been, and always will be, extremely protective of wilbur. in the OG days of l'manberg it was more prominent, like whenever somebody would talk slightly negatively about wilbur, tommy would always somehow…,,,,.. appear. like, when jack first joined l'manberg he made a snide little comment—that was more so a joke than anything else—about the way wilbur soot ran the place, and tommy whipped around and looked at him like he’d just stabbed his fucking mother. anybody, regardless if they were apart of l'manberg or not, didn’t ever talk bad about wilbur because tommy would somehow almost always be standing behind him w/ a giant fucking chain saw
QUACKITY: yeah, i just think it’s kinda fuckin’ weird how wilbur’s running the place —
TOMMY, pulling out a crossbow from his pocket; oh, yeah, continue.
TOMMY, putting on a bunch of netherite armor; no, no, continue what you’re saying, i wanna fucking hear it.
TOMMY, placing TNT around quackity; I WANNA HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. PLEASE CONTINUE
—after wilbur snapped in the pogtopia arc, tommy still…,,,. tried to cheer him up. he didn’t really understand why wilbur was behaving the way he was—nor did he really forget about wilbur’s speech—but he still was so determined to make everything better— to make wilbur better, at least, so he continued trying to make little jokes; he continued trying to start up banter, or get wilbur some gifts, or talk about the members of l'manberg that missed him, but it didn’t ever work like it used to. …,,,actually, whenever tommy was speaking too much— whenever he accidentally crossed a boundary or spoke too much, wilbur would snap at him; would yell at him for being annoying, for wasting his time, that; 'i actually have things i have to do, tommy! i can’t stand around and listen to you yammer on about fucking…nonsense!’ tommy eventually stopped trying to speak in pogtopia at all.
—a few days after the aftermath of the pit scene, wilbur followed tommy around in pogtopia. he didn’t ever really say much, but he would constantly be at tommy’s side no matter what he was doing— tommy didn’t ever really indulge him. when wilbur did speak, it was snide little comments about what happened at the festival and the things he had planned for the future, or just berating him for even getting upset about tubbo’s execution. for awhile it continued like this; wilbur just following him around with silence or with taunts, until tommy snapped at him one day, saying; 'i get it, alright? i get that i failed— i get that i couldn’t save him! what do you want?! from me? can’t you leave me alone?? haven’t you done enough?!“ wilbur recoiled. he looked…,,, hurt. for a second. he didn’t talk to him for days after that, and the only time he did it was about his plans. tommy didn’t know if he was grateful.
—after they secured their independence for l'manberg, they had a celebration. it was a small, party like gathering, and wilbur got pretty drunk off his ass. the remaining members of l'manberg were cleaning up the mess they’d made after the celebration had been over, and when wilbur was heading into the caravan to go to bed, he turned around and addressed tommy, grabbing him by the shoulders to tell him how proud he was— how happy he was that he’d given up something of such value to him for l'manberg’s independence, how grateful he’d been for his growth and about how he couldn’t’ve done any of this without him. …,,he didn’t remember saying any of that the next day, and tommy just gathered that the only reason he’d said that was because he was still pretty drunk, but not a day goes by, even in his nights in exile, that he doesn’t think about it. he wonders if he meant it. (he did.)
