Hey, Guys, Gals, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends! I'm back but with an update instead of a theory! So, I've been meaning to post this for some time but every time I sat down, to write. Something keeps coming up or I just couldn't find the "Right Words" to write so I'm just going to Write!
I know many of you have been waiting to about Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, and it's been almost a year since I've updated Secret Clinic. For those of you who have been patiently waiting, THANK YOU! I can't tell you how much I appreciate that! Which leads me to this. And before anyone starts to PANIC! NO, I'm not Discontinuing, Abandoning, Orphaning, or Deleting the story! I AM going to finish it!
Also, the tags that I will be using from here on out for Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, #tommy innit's secret clinic, #TISC, #secret clinic, #Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, #Secret Clinic, #tisc
BUT I want to address a few things first!
The Main Reason why I haven't updated at all is because I honestly haven't had the chance to! I'm back in school trying to get my degree and with things going on at work. Plus, a ton of IRL Stuff, has been popping up at the worst times! So I haven't had any time to actually sit down and write! Let alone sit down and draw any fanart!
I hit some Major Writer's Block! To the point that I actually tried NOT to write because I couldn't write anything or it was just absolute GARABE that I didn't even save in my Idea/Save For Later/Free Writing Folder. Which is another reason why it's been taking me so long!
I know all of you if not a majority of you already know what's been going on with the whole Willaim Gold (I refuse to call him by his Character/Stage Name!). And that's another major reason why it's been taking me a long ass while. YES! I know it's about the Characters NOT the Content Creators! I know that and fully believe that! Trust me! It's taken me many years to figure that out and still enjoy the Movies/Shows/Books that I love!
HOWEVER, I do have a Couple OC's that are based on a couple of Mutals of mine. I did reach out to them and they have politely and respectfully asked me to not have the Characters in the story. So, what I'm going to do is, I'm going to re-edit Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic.
Way too many Spelling/Grammer Mistakes that I'm too embarrassed and can't believe that I missed!
I'm going to re-write and change a couple of Characters.
I'm going to Repost Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic on Tumblr after done re-editing it.
With that said, if anyone would like to be tagged for the story, please let me know! Either tag me, DM me, or just drop in my inbox what user name you want me to tag!
HOWEVER IF, you are NOT Comfortable with the Character Wilbur Soot, no matter the reason. Here is a list of the tags that from here on out on all Social Media Platforms including AO3. I will be using them for the Character Wilbur Soot. If you are Uncomfortable about the Character, you are more then welcome to block the tags so as to NOT see the posts!
Tags for Character Wilbur Soot:
#c!Wilbur Soot
#c!Wilbur
#DSMP! Wilbur Soot
#DSMP! Wilbur
#L'Manbur
#L'Manburg Wilbur Soot
#L'Manburg Wilbur
#Pogtopiabur
#Pogtopia Wilbur
#Pogtopia Wilbur Soot
#Revivebur
#Revive Wilbur
#Revive Wilbur Soot
#Ghostbur
#Villain Wilbur
#Villain Wilbur Soot
#Siren!Wilbur
#Siren!Wilbur Soot
#Siren Wilbur
#Siren Wilbur Soot
#Hero!Wilbur
#Hero Wilbur Soot
#QSMP! Wilbur
#QSMP Wilbur Soot
#q! Wilbur
#q! Wilbur Soot
#QSMP Wilbur Soot
#q Wilbur
#q Wilbur Soot
#Sorry Boys Wilbur Soot
#Sorry Boys Wilbur
#Sorry Wilbur
#Sorry Wilbur Soot
Again, if you are Uncomfortable about the Character Wilbur Soot feel free to block these tags! These will be the ones that I will be using from here on out!
Summary: After giving all that he had for a fragment of hope, Simon finds himself face to face with two, very similar faces. What will it be like to finally have people who understand him?
Word Count: 2525
It was quiet.
A calm quiet similar to waking up from a restful dream.
And then there was a sputtering of breath, fluid filling the lungs then being expelled.
The convict snapped to his side then to his forearm and knees, unable to process that his left arm was an unnatural red and the skin was thick and uneven. Retching and coughing, he tried desperately to empty his lungs and stomach of the thick red fluid inside him.
After a moment the man stopped retching and drew in a quick-shakey breathe. He gave a low whimper as he used his left hand to wipe the corner of his mouth. The mutated arm's skin was so thick he couldn't feel the extra teeth that flexed with every breath. Not to mention the old dark green whool sleeves blocked even more sensation.
"Ugh, w-where am I," he muttered to himself as he moved to sit on his heels with his knees on the ground, back curved as he tried to catch his breath. His hair clung to his uneven, mutated skin on his forehead and temples. His brown and red eye looked around wildly, trying to understand what he saw in front of him.
All around him was white void. It appeared to be endless, no sky, no ground, no left or right. It looked as if there was absolutely nothing. Just endless void.
Simon drew in a shakey breathe as he continued scanning the room.
"I get it, this is how you fuck with me," he growls, muscles tensing as he reached for his dagger in his harness. His large, left claw grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it from its holster. He held the spine of the knife towards his forearm, edge pointed out as his right arm moved to hover in front of his left wrist. He rose from his kneeling position, now moving into a squared stance, his knees slightly bent so he could jump at a moment's notice. He was half surprised to find solid ground beneath his feet, but he was more just relieved. He could fight on solid ground, in minimal gravity?
It was a lot harder.
"Didn't I tell you!? You want me come and get it!!"
"Enough of your pathetic noises, you're much too loud," a low, smooth voice calls from behind the convict. With a quick spin Simon found himself face to face with...himself? Or at least, his face looked like his. But he seemed a bit younger, somewhere in his twenties compared to Simon's near thirties. His hair was shorter, straight and slicked back on the top yet short all around the sides. He had a perfectly pressed white three piece suit,and a clean, black silk button up underneath his vest and coat.
The strangest part of this look-a-like was he was completely void of color. He was a strange monochrome skin tone, an unnatural gray with black shadows that somehow seemed to shift and change. Even the scene behind him, once white, was now pitch black. Though there was a sort of...mass moving around in the void. It was hard to pinpoint. But there was a spot deep in the void that seemed to catch just the tiniest fragment of light. It felt like it was staring at him
Simon tightened his hold on his knife, muscles tensing as he readied himself for an attack.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Hmm," the other man hummed, refusing to answer the convict's question. Simon kept his eyes trained on the black and white man as he started to move. He stepped closer, earning a warning growl as Simon's lips curled into a snear, then started to circle, walking around the convict just steps away. He kept a distance but took in every detail of the on edge man.
He was observing, mentally scanning for strengths, and weaknesses.
Simon hated it.
He hated being watched. Hated something he didn't understand staring at him with red, hungry eyes. He hated feeling so small despite the power he held.
Simon hated not being in control.
"At ease soldier. Your mission is complete. Unfortunately for you, those 'Gods' have taken an interest in you," the younger 'Simon' says in his strangely smooth voice. Had Simon's voice ever been that soft and smooth? He always thought of his voice as rough and crackly. He could appreciate this man's voice at least.
"G-Gods? That fish thing was a God," Simon shouted, his grip on his tang of his knife tightening as he lowered his hand slightly. He took a step back, which made the other man step forward. He couldn't stand feeling like prey.
"The Amalgamation? No, that was the aftermath of the God. No, the God was in that blood void. It called for you, but you so desperately wanted to live. A bit sappy for me, but I cant argue with a fellow dreamer."
That made him pause.
What did he mean 'fellow' dreamer?
The white suited man continued walking but for just a moment Simon could have sworn he saw something. Something seemed to split from the strange man. Two things to be precise. One on each side, red and blue. It looked like a still from a film or something like that. The image on the right was a young man, a gentle face and soft eyes. He stood holding his chest. The left image was a young woman. A simple black and white dress and a hat with some sort of veil. She stood with her hands covering her mouth, palms to her face while her eyes were closed. It felt like she was giving the famous 'see no evil, speak no evil', pose. She was simply missing the 'hear no evil' part.
Just as Simon opened his mouth, to ask about the split second of the two images, another man stood right in front of his face, a large pink handle bar mustache wiggling with the man's joy. His eyes were closed due to his wide, excited smile.
The convict jumped back, legs now straight as he leaned backwards, putting a bit more space between him and the brightly dressed man. He gripped his blade with both hands and pointed it forward, aiming to the other's neck.
"Oh a fellow knife user," the man shouted with a...an accent? A slur? It was hard to tell. He really wasn't good with accents. So few of them existed in Eden, or the C.O.I. combined. As the man spoke he used exaggerated movements and expressions, squishing his face on certain consonants while stretching on other vowels. As he did so it also happened to move his plush, thick pink mustache back and forth.
The pink mustached man had a somewhat similar haircut as the black and white man. The main difference was it was curly and fluffy looking. And it was dyed a bright light pink. It almost looked like cotton candy. To contrast the bright soft colors above, the man wore simple khaki pants with a bright pink shirt and black suspenders. There were at least other colors than pink in this mans outfit. Simon was thankful for that.
"Now Damien you simply can't hide the new friend from everyone! We simply have to show him around," he shouted as he turned his head to the other man. His arms were wide to his sides. In a way it was like he was offering a hug while also pointing at the dark earthy colored man.
Simon stared at the man in bewilderment.
This man was so bright and happy he didn't even care he had a trained killer with a knife pointed at his neck. He was in danger but he didn't care? Or, was he just that powerful? A dragon doesn't concern itself with small flees.
Simon's eyes quickly flicked behind the brigt haired man, staring at the other black haired man who had a tired, and sad, expression on his face. He had stopped walking. When had they all gone still?
"Wiliam please, some space for the man," 'Damien' says with an insinuating tone, shaking his head slightly with a tired yet affectionate expression. It was like he was trying to lead the other man into a decision or choice. Like he had seen this before and was trying to help the other make the right coice.
"Ah right, sorry ol' chap, just so excited t' finally meet ya," the pink haired man says with a close eyed, wide toothy smile.
'Meet me? What does that mean,' Simon thought to himself, expression turning more and more confused as he continued thinking about this man. His stance started deflating, relaxing as he pondered and looked between 'Wiliam' and 'Damien'.
"Big fan of your film, truly felt the sorrow and desperation of your wish, truly touching. No wonder they took interest in ya! Those Gods truly adore you, you have been touched. You got your freedom and life to live," the pink haired man says smiling, beaming as he talked about freedom so…freely.
How did he know Simon wanted to be free and to live? Who the hell was this man and the man behind him. And wait. Did he say Gods? Didn't that other guy mention those?
"H-how can a god love something so much it destroys them," Simon asks as his expression turned to anger once again. He couldn't make sense of this. Gods loved him? But he died. He's fucking dead! How could he be loved by some unknown god, possibly more than one, and yet die?!
"No, no boy, that god is different than our Gods. That creature could only see that one world. Our gods can see so much more, they've seen and done so much more than your god. To be honest there are so many gods it's best to just forget about them. No use in remembering pointless things like gods, or entities, or names. All a bunch of wish wash."
Simon completely lowered his knife, both hands wrapped around the tang of his blade which moved to be parallel to the floor. He was back to making a confused look as he looked between the other two men. How fast could this man switch between serious topics and being a strange chaotic man?
"William, enough. You said it yourself, 'little by little', I believe. We must introduce him to the others," 'Damien' says as he places a hand on the pink man's shoulder, who hummed before breaking into a loud, boisterous laugh. In a way it was almost infectious. Simon found himself subconsciously smiling too.
"Of course! Who has time for something as boring as gods. Let's go!"
Simon went rigid and stepped back. That term. Others? What Others?
"Before you panic Simon, it is not the Others you know of. These 'others' will understand you," 'Damian' says with a small bow of his head. That movement made Simon relax. In Eden it was a sign of acceptance and affection. It felt strange to see someone do that to him.
'Wiliam' smiled before turning around and walked away from Simon and 'Damien', arms behind his back as he started whistling. It was a familiar tune, something oddly…comforting, about the song. Then Simon blinked. And 'Wiliam' was gone.
Simon was about to speak, to shout for the man when 'Damien' stepped forward again and placed a hand on his shoulder. In an instant, the calm energy around them was gone, replaced by an uncomfortable and imposing energy. He wanted to move. To back away and put some space between him and the other, who was now right in front of him. He could feel something on his body, particularly around his throat, wrists and ankles. It was weirdly freezing feeling; so cold he couldn't bring himself to move.
"A word of advice Simon, do not refer to myself or Wilford as 'Damien' or 'Wiliam'. Wilford only allowes a select few to call him 'Wiliam', he is a broken soul. Calling for 'Wiliam' only leads to misfortune. I, myself, am something the others cannot truly know of. For their safety, they cannot know," this, Dark person explains.
"Y-you're Dark, other guy is Wilford, got it," Simon says through clenched teeth and a stressed expression on his face. He was fighting off the fear that ran though his body. He was completely defenseless like this. Held completely still by an unknown creature, its hold clearly and firmly around his neck, his weakest point. Of course he couldn't move. He suddenly has a second life, he wasn't about to risk losing this one too.
Dark was quiet for a while, his eyes looking…distant. For a moment at least. Then he had a pleased look on his face and the cold sensation disappeared. Simon shivered before letting a breath out he hadn't realized he was holding. He lifted his right hand to his throat, skin breaking into goosebumps, a delayed reaction. How often does that happen? This 'man' was dangerous. His gaze occasionally felt like that eye down in the ocean. What had they called it? A…god?
"I am sorry, I simply need you to understand. There is a lot you will have to learn and not much time. Wilford and I will do our best to assist."
His stance was relaxed now, no longer tall and proper but a more…tired, form. His fingers seemed to twitch. Then the figures appeared again. The man was still holding his chest, but now he was clawing at it. His face was contorted in a mix of scream and cry of pain. The woman had her hands around her throat, eyes still closed but a pained and sorrow filled expression contorting her face.
In an instant, Simon's unease was replaced by an unbearable sorrow. The deep, desperate desire to live burning deep within his chest. A red hot fire that consumed his being, yet a deep, small yet powerful sorrow reside beside it. The sorrow of never getting to live his life. To never be free and finally live. More than just survive.
Tears filled his eyes as he struggled to breathe. It felt like he was going to suffocate.
Then the images were gone, and the pressure, anger and sadness suddenly disappeared.
Simon panted as he shook his head, his clawed hand going to his head as his face fell in shock and sympathy. That was both his own emotions, he knew those feelings and how they clung to him no matter what. But to that degree? That was something else. Someone else's emotions. He looked in the other man's eyes and saw the same rage and sorrow he had just felt.
They were so alike. So different yet, they were the same.
"Come Simon. We should get back before Wilford returns. We'll never leave this void with all the talking he'll be doing," Dark says with a tired yet affectionate smile, his eyes gently closed, relaxed and…natural. He looked…nice with a gentle face like that.
Hey it's okay! I haven't really been active on Tumblr for a long while. Work and School. But I hope you guys, gals, demons, ghouls and fiends are doing great!
I'm loving the discussions about the role and purpose of fandom, as well and what activities are needed to keep fandoms alive and flourishing!
However... as a fandom creator (writer and artist), I sometimes feel like too much pressure is concentrated on creators. I don't know if this is a frustration others share? Not only should we keep making things, but somehow we also end up becoming these central fandom figures who can feel pressured into responding to comments (or else we're called arrogant or ungrateful), making friends (or else we're rude for ignoring well-meaning people who reach out), and being the drivers and pillars of that community (running events, responding to memes, etc. – and everything falls silent if we stop). It's a lot of work!! I don't always have the time and energy to make things for fun and then also engage in all the ways people might sometimes feel entitled to because they enjoy my works.
I really wish that more "non-creating" fans in the community would discover their fandom power!! and not just rely on the visible "producing" creators to be the only people worth engaging with. It takes nothing more than passion to write a meta-post about a character or a plot point, or to create an ask game, or to DM someone else who you see posting funny tags – not just the creator! Maybe your followers have other tips for evening out the balance a little more?
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, anon. This is an observation I've seen in many parts of life, not just fandom.
A lot of people feel as though they need permission or an invitation of some sort in order to contribute. That's why I always end my answers by asking people to share their thoughts. I want to make it explicitly clear that I want people to add things into the reblogs (which I can then share out for more people to see) and the replies (which people can at least read even if I can't reblog).
I have heard fans who are readers but don't write fic say that they think they can't get an AO3 account unless they plan to post something. This is incorrect, of course, but a lot of people make that assumption.
I think at least some people (I don't know what kind of percentage) assume that someone who is writing fic or posting art or making podfics and video edits etc. has some sort of expertise that "allows" them to post.
People with less confidence or with less practice etc. sometimes need an extra nudge before they realize that they're welcome to contribute too. If that's the case for you, please allow me to say:
You are welcome to post in your fandom, even if no one invites you to. Even if you think you're not good enough. Even if your idea isn't "popular."
Start a conversation. Share a thought. Talk to folks who reblog cool shit. Be a folk who reblogs cool shit. You don't have to do everything in order to do something.
As mentioned above, please do share your thoughts in the reblogs and replies to keep the conversation going.
Record and post clips of your show to get more people into your fandom
Make incorrect quote memes
Make silly little TikTok-style edits of your favs
Make character playlists
Figure out the layout of buildings/cities
Recreate those building in the Sims or with an online floor planner or even just draw it out because holy hell writers will be so thankful for that
Make your blorbo in various video game character creations
Build a pokemon team for your blorbo
Make up silly headcanons! What does everyone do at the fair or the beach or during a fire drill?
Outline a fic idea you have — maybe you don’t have the time or energy or you just don’t feel confident enough to create it, but share it anyway!
Create outfits based on your blorbo’s design or outfits they would wear
There are so many ways you can engage with fandom that aren’t making fanart or writing fanfics. Fandom is community - Please don’t be afraid to join in!
i fucking love ryan gosling for saying this. he gets that if a movie hits like crack and gives us something ‘more’, the certain something beyond market value, we will naturally go full barbenheimer on our local theaters.
@fandomtrumpshate is a fan-run auction to raise money for progressive nonprofit organizations (full list available here). I've seen their work over the past many years, but this is my first time participating.
I'm allowing the high bidder to choose any of those organizations to receive their donation, and in return I'm gifting my skillset.
I'm offering a fully-customized AO3 site skin.
I'll work with you to determine your preferred colours, fonts, background images etc. as well as features or functions that you would like modified or hidden. I'm also more than happy to increase accessibility for you by modifying the site's presentation for your ease of reading and interacting. If there are specific works or tags you would like never to see again, I can also hide those for you with site skin code.
Site skins can't do everything, so please do drop me an ask if you're curious whether something would be possible. Also, I'm a self-taught coder so I might need to research whether something is within my abilities (and whether I know someone who can teach me).
You might be familiar with some of my skins already:
Medieval Times
Galaxy Dark Mode
Glowy (fireflies) Dark Mode
Pink and Green Frog Theme
and I've made about 20 more.
This offer is open to any and all fans and fandoms.
The site skin I provide will be one-of-a-kind and the code will be shared with you directly. If you don't know how to apply a site skin, I will walk you through the process. If you have issues with the skin, I will provide ongoing support.
If you want to allow others to use the same skin, you are welcome to share the code as you see fit. I'm also happy to post it on my github if you want it to be widely accessible.
Auctions run from 8:00AM EST, 3 March 2026, to 8:00PM EST, 7 March 2026.
My auction post can be found over here and I encourage you to check out the other works being offered. There are over 1200 creators offering over 1600 fanworks of all kinds, from fic to fanart to podfics and more. There is also a fan crafts bazaar where you can bid on physical items.
Instructions for bidding are at the bottom of the auction post.
I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.
I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.
I need motivation! Reblog or go to my inbox to yell at me to get my Art Homework done! It's not that I don't like do any project. I really love art! It's just I will procrastinate to no end! It's getting started that's the big hurdle for me!
So, a little help, please? Just to get me started! Thanks to anyone in advance!
haiku edition! after 3 years, i've actually completed @febuwhump ! cant wait for next year 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
some are personal while others are general (and there are 2 or 3 where i was sick and just needed something written, this includes 1. please i promise some of these are good just skip 1 for the love of
Since they're haiku, and therefore short, I'll just put them here as well as their link to the original post ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Anything with a TW will just be the link along with the warning.
its the final day of febuwhump! later today, i'll share the link to the hall of fame where you can submit until 3 march your name as a completionist of the event, PLUS do not forget that you have until 5 march to submit your works to the ao3 collection!
just because its the last official day doesn't mean you dont have time to catch up!
AND if you hang around until next weekend, you can participate in our community comment marathon where we share our love for the works on ao3 and tumblr that were shared but maybe weren't appreciated as much as they should've been, or the works you havent had the time to read this month!
