#athier-writes

[quietlyathier]

Tell me more about your new au. I'm curious

OK well this is a very vague idea which is why I wouldn't write it and I'd rather just draw scenes I eventually think of so bare with me.

Wilbur comes back wrong. Revivedbur doesn't exist in this universe, Quackity, Tommy, Ranboo have never met him and so on. He is also not in limbo because Dream had fucked up his revival spell and had thought about the earliest memory he had of Wilbur, maybe even the fondest of a silver tongued aspiring army general, fighting a war, building a nation. Creating out of spite, out of dreams power.

Thier relationship is weird but think of the unused plot idea of Wilbur helping hide Dream out of prison from Quackity except Wilbur is promised the keys to Quackity’s nation and his power (Which Dream does not have). Wilbur is aiming to gain Quackitys power in the beginning, this to uphold the thing he has suddenly lost- a nation, a home and scrambling with the new change to try and fix it.

Because Wilbur is never told how he died, not honestly. He is told he died fighting a war in lmanberg, fighting for his country and he had won he pulled through after the explosions of Doomsday and laid to rest peacefully as the president. Manburg is never discussed, nor pogtopia, Wilbur is spun to believe this was all against Dream and the greater smp. He is told lmanberg was never rebuilt as to respect him and like a watchful dog, others try and make sure he doesn't spiral. Awfully kind, regretful- think of Revivedburs arc of forgiveness and uno reverse it the opposite way.

Then, Quackity. He meets Wilbur at the burning of el rapids. The same thing plays out in which Wilbur is delirious believing he just woke up but still he belittles Quackitys ability to be president of any nation. Quackity takes him to Las Navadas and here we get the Most Wilbur version of Wilbur you could get. Ambitious, challenging but still hopeful. Quackity is the most Quackity he could ever be, doomed to this fate just as the Wilbur was before. He is a show and tell of what actual Wilbur should've been and Wilbur in a way admires it. He is proven wrong time and time again by Quackity and this is when it all breaks. Wilbur finds out Quackity has been torturing Dream for reasons he doesn’t know. Then, Quackity tells him about Tommy, about his death and for some reason Wilbur takes it as a challenge. For one he wants vengeance for Tommy because he is not as forgiving as Revivedbur turns out to be no, he is still young and scrappy in comparison, ready to learn.

So he kills dream.

Now some take it as a bad thing, deem it as Wilbur trying to make up for what he did but yet again Wilbur doesn’t know. However, instead of the spitting image of a spiralling man he is given praise of a hero. People forgive him, the ones who don’t really know him and those that do? Run terrified because he is spiralling yet again in a different way. A roaring fire, who would’ve guessed? It brings peace to the server. However, as mentioned before Wilbur isn’t told about Pogtopia and so on, he remembers the elections so he assumes he must of won based on what others had spun him to believe. But on Memorial Day he heads to L’manberg with judging stares upon his back. He feels like he shouldn’t be here but why wouldn’t he? He was the president, he defended the country- oh. No, no he didn’t he opened the chest of what used to be his grave and found the truth to be worse. Funny how a passing comment was all it was to break his fantasies.

Then, Wilbur falls out with Quackity. Heads to the artic and demands the truth from his family, from here he lives on a year with them, training, writing you name it. But peace isn’t quite earned yet, Quackity attempts to apologise offering Wilbur a role as vice president of his country, Wilbur denies until they attend a year festival celebrating all the nations and the two are paired to win a mechanical engineering contest. Wilbur isn’t as knowledgeable as he would’ve been had pogtopia happened but he sure is strategic. They lose, they argue with the judges and deem their teamwork good enough.

And then Wilbur joins! Woo hoo, and he uses it to help Quackity move on and to help himself. Still, he is not perfect and sometimes spirals over the person he would’ve became because when is that not a mind fuck? Basically a cool way to navigate the dsmp without a supreme villain because that’s not how life works. Would it be sweet? We don’t know. Would it be havoc? I don’t know but I don’t want to finalise what would happen so it can open my brain to more ideas.

[quietlyathier]

Been thinking about c!Tommy a lot and his ending on the server. (The epilogue version the nuke doesn’t exist to me)

He kills dream. He uses all that built up anger and takes tubbo with him into the prison, there’s a fuck ton of contraptions because Dream has conned over Sam and got him hauled up somewhere in the prison. There’s traps and They both get hurt but in the end it’s pure rage that has Tommy killing dream. No bullshit forgiveness- he is the one true character who deserves this, to have dream at his mercy.

Tommy killed dream, ran after him, fought him, scratched him, sliced him and at one point beats him bloody. Dreams face is carved in, he’s gasping, bleeding and then he’s dead. Tommy doesn’t take it well because- well he’s become something he fought so hard against but he deserves this right? He throws up anyways, chokes on his words and gags over the gritty mess because it is finally over and dream is dead. Or, they think he is.

Tubbo does anyways and just to take out his own right in this situation, he stomps down on dreams skull- both realising he was in fact still alive as he went to do so. So now thier both guilty, both sickened but relieved at this revelation. Dream is dead because of them. It’s only fair.

Sam, the very warden of the server finds them. Tommy doesn’t cry, doesn’t mutter a wink of guilt and offers a breathy joke of “Took you a while.” The blood still decorates him, floods from his chittering lips and tubbos boots are carved with human skin upon the bottom of his heel.

Screaming, arguing, pleading for an inch of understanding Tubbo is restrained, marched out by trusted wardens- he doesn’t deserve this. But Tommy, Tommy takes it in the most deafening feeling of numbness. His gaze doesn’t reflect the sun once they are lead out, the sun doesn’t dare grace them this morn. It’s grey, it’s on the verge of spilling into tears but Tommy isn’t. He stands, arms roughly restrained behind his back with rope, taking in his audience. There’s familiarity in this, akin to a man he once knew but this time Tommy did something no one could. He rose from the rubble. So before the server, those stood in awe upon the parting hill beside the river, his date is sealed.

Exile.

Tubbo won’t stop, now put in the hands of a fate Tommy once embraced in sinking grief but as grass is stomped down, orders are given, Tommy stares forth. Accepting this time.

They are soon to head for a boat, sent away and to be killed on sight if ever brought back because what they did was a crime. So much more than dream could ever do right? It’s not like people hadn’t died from another’s hands but time and time again they are different. He accepts this. Marched past, some pipe up about dream, staring the two down in horror because these are the boys they once knew, the boys who fought playfully in uniform, who spit bite but held no punch nor grudge. It was inevitable wasn’t it? Why wouldn’t they think that? Some however, gasp and grasp at the wardens, at Sam with a lawful argue in the twos right. ‘They made this place’ they say, ‘You can’t just do that.’ But they can and they will.

Because there’s one thing about this fucking server that the two should’ve learnt years ago;

No one wanted them there in the first place.

[quietlyathier]

Tntduo fic idea that I will never write because I have no clue how it would develop.

Limbo. That’s it that’s the idea, limbo. Everything plays out how it does canonically in the strory, server gets blown up but since Wilbur is far away he dies of radiation poisoning. Slowly, and then he has to deal with the fear of illness, the sickness, the worse isolation than death and then he dies by the end of the first chapter.

Limbo, it’s the same, it’s red, it’s a train station, it’s however you want to depict it but he is still dead and he is back, he can’t leave. So cue typical freaking out because wtf? He’s dead again? What? There’s crying, why is there crying? He turns, it’s ghostbur. It’s Quackity, it’s Ghostbur by Quackity on the opposing platform. They don’t try to cross but they can’t anyways, the middle track separates them, a train to never come but blocked off as if so. The last interaction they had in thier waking life? Killing Ranboo, fucking shit up for eachother forever more. So this is it, Wilburs final hell and Quackity’s. They are eachothers downfall, most feared creation and now they have to deal with it for afterlife. Never ending, close enough to marriage. Torture.

But hey at least they can’t fight right? No, not physically but verbally which has always been the problem hasnt it? So they can try and fix shit after long uncountable days but it won’t mean anything, there’s nothing to show it means anything. And that’s the funky cool idea about this fic, unphysical affection. How do you go about showing that in these characters? KILL THEM. DOOM THEM. MAKE THEM FACE WHAT THEYVE KNOWN ALL ALONG.

Ghostbur is just there idk, he leaves usually to go wander other limbos. Kristin visits when things are quiet. No clue how it’d end but the train probably never comes. Not because they can’t heal but because they don’t deserve it.

[quietlyathier]

After this, I have to ask you about Wilbur and Quackity's relationship throughout the time. I'm curious how you see them in different time periods.

oh god. This is hard. But it isn’t. Not really. Kinda.

Okay well I have more inbetween eras compared to just the main four (that being L’manberg, Pogtopia, Butcher Q and Las navadas)

So we’ll start pre L’manberg.

•This is where they’ve only just met, there’s no political agenda in the air and really they are friends for once. Both are in early 20s, Quackity had only just come from juive with Bads help (no clue how I haven’t figured out an authentic way for Quackity to go straight from juive to dsmp yet) so Quackity is just 20, Wilbur is 22 with a child to nag him and rushing dreams for this place. There’s no debates to screw with their interpretation so they go on walks, they grab coffee every once in a while. Purely new friends that have that, “I won’t talk to you for weeks but when I see you it’ll be the same.” Sometimes Quackity comes over and babysits, mostly he just gossips with Wilbur in the kitchen while Philza does all the work. They just click! Heavy chemistry but I don’t think I need to explain friendship to you.

L’manberg

•Crazy two years in which Wilbur gets so wrapped up in his nation that he becomes a tiny bit egotistical… but it’s fine! It’s human and Quackity takes the decline of his part in this as a game. So now it’s tilted a bit, no pure hatred but there is a small sourness to the friendship that only ends up being borderline flirting. In turn this is where feelings start to develop for both, except Quackity seems utterly devoted to Schlatt, an experienced politician the two roped into this for legitimacy so the romance is assumed unrequited love. Little does Wilbur know he’s only using schlatt to win and all the furiously consistent run ins are in fact planned. At this point it’s a borderline homoerotic friendship but also when they two start questioning their slight dislike for the other.

Pogtopia

•This is mainly Wilbur’s thinking of Q which of course derails into distrust and pure seething hatred. Quackity thinks of Wilbur as a washed up obstacle, a sore loser even if Quackity himself isnt having the best of times. (Avoiding self blame whoa! Who would’ve guessed) AND THEN THEY MEET AGAIN. And let me tell you these fuckers want to kill eachother quite literally. No I am not fucking with they emotionally bonded over sex, no! No! Because these two stubborn characters wouldn’t give in so easily, especially since Quackity had just left a relationship where his body was the focus. And Wilbur isn’t fucking sane enough to be anything but belittling. He uses Quackity as blame, puts it all on him and has the obsessive idea that Quackity must be a spy for manberg because he never truly killed schlatt. They fight, a fucking lot and it’s every time one of them nearly bleeds out or falls, or ends up choked passing out. There is nothing else like sympathy or sexual tension going on because it is pure disgust. For the broken friendship, for how similar the two were growing. Are there some gay bits? Yes, sometimes when Wilbur is having a emotional break down he mixes the hate for love, the sadness for yearn and maybe kisses Quackity but the other is always quick to shut him off, remind him that he doesn’t need to do that for Quackity to listen. This is also why it’s so fucked. Because the only one who Wilbur feels he can comfortably speak to is Quackity. Maybe it’s the small wish Quackity would use it against him who knows. But it’s a on and off relationship with peace. Sometimes hesitantly civil, sometimes crawling with grimace. It’s the most vunrable era, at least for Wilbur.

New L’manberg

•Everything is chill except Quackity is kinda grieving, just a bit but hey he’s the vice president of a cool country! Yes! Oh but there’s ghostbur. So that’s fun. Quackity is like derealisation as a person during this, ghostbur is weirdly a perfect replica of Wilbur just… relaxed. He’s not whiny like others claimed and he doesn’t cry, he smiles, he teases and laughs. He’s awfully like a distant memory doused with sugar. Why is ghostbur different for Q? Well I like to think that ghostbur is a stripped version of Wilbur, his inner soul. So he needs to be around Tommy to keep him safe that doesn’t mean he’ll be sympathetic. He needs to be figure of his fathers love, so he nags him, he needs to be calm even just for a moment. Quackity is his source, and ghostbur will do things and not know why he’s giggling so much, why he feels warm when he should be cold but it’s safe here. It’s nice here. (A.K.A - Wilbur always had some form of love for Quackity even in the end, so this is it dumbed down to a silly recreation)

Butcher Q

•RESENTMENT YET AGAIN. YES! Quackity fully tries to disconnect from Ghostbur from his past to focus on vengeance. But they stare, watch but never exchange words. If it is, it is riddled with distaste that Ghostbur rightfully returns, words awfully similar. Familiar in the dark. Quackity is also with Karl and sapnap at this time so he’s trying to put effort into the new rather than old, cue digging up Wilbur’s grave, eating schlatt heart, delusional illness that doesn’t help him not one bit.

LAS NAVADAS

•my god. I will freak because this is hard. The main thing I can say is that my interpretation follows cannon to a T except I think the two would also be mutual with help. Like it’d take a while but silly endeavours would ensue because the two are so wrapped up in knowing what the fuck the other is up to that yes, sometimes they both break into another’s home and steal shit. Yes, sometimes both do work together to win a stupid competition and get pissed when they don’t. They are freakishly domesticated in the way the understanding is instinctual at this point and the idea of friendship is turns on its head for- I need to be around this guy 24/7 so I know he doesn’t fuck shit up. They are cruel and they are competitive but because of Pogtopia there is a tiny line they do not cross. AND NO WIKBUR DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR Q DRUING THIS BECAUSE OF LIMBO. Being away for 13 years without human interaction would mean = what is this feeling? What the fuck is it called again? And whatever attraction Wilbur does have, he excuses it for anger in some regard. This is like the most homoertoic they get but also they get silly. And murderous, and incredibly turnt on by eachother. Basically think of all the eras shoved into one and that’s las navadas. It’s hard to explain but my interpretation of this era is so long I’m gonna save it for a rainy day.

If you made it this far well done. You get nothing but my evil insight😡

[quietlyathier]

Okay... Explosion, I guess💥💥💥💥

Dude, this is total bullshit. I don't know if I'm disappointed or if my expectations were met. This is good for both K! and Q! Quackity, but LN Quackity- In short, sacrificed the first character to develop the other two.

I don't want to say how terrible the stream was because it obviously wasn't. If you think about it, it would make sense for LN Quackity(In fact, the ending was too far-fetched for him and I really didn't like it, as did everyone else in general). Like, he probably thought that he would rather kill himself than have someone else do it. Still not very good, I agree.

But the second suicide is fatigue from life, from emotions, consequences and all that. As I understand it, the loss of Q's last life is an indicator of how truly fed up he is with all this. He sees no point in continuing. He achieved what he wanted long ago. For him, existence is simply meaningless.

And he kills himself not for Slime, but because it was his last unfinished business. Say goodbye to your friend forever. And I feel very sorry

for Jack Manifold.

Okay sure, now that I’ve thought about it when LN Q goes on that entire speech about how he chooses his fate, he chooses what he does it makes sense! Kinda, not really because you see who it sounds like? Exactly like? Wilbur. Yeah, the paranoia.. the fate shit. It’s a disservice because it isn’t original, nor organic.

The finale(which I count as the conclusion forevermore fuck that shit) ends with him rebuilding las navadas, sure dream isn’t completely gone by that point but with the added epilogue- (jack and Tommys retelling of the story) Dream is then gone. Quackity is safe, he has a home, he has people here what more could he want? He got everything he wanted, money, power? So where does it end? Not suicide let me tell you because yes, yes he would be tired, yes he would see that conversation with slime as a finality but not of his life- of truly who he was. Him still being the president of the nation, still up there on his throne doesn’t change anything at the end of the day and sure he might think ‘I’m a really shitty person because of it’ but hey! Let’s do what cc!Q didn’t do and consider the history.

This didn’t need to be shown or said, but Wilbur is a prime example for Quackity what to do and what to not. He wants power? Do what Wilbur did without the democracy, without the elections? He wants power? Harden up, show you mean business- torture, kill. He wants to die? Well he can’t. He knows, he’s seen that whatever consequences Wilbur ran from in death he only built up for himself for when he came back. No one liked his name, no one grieved him properly and in secrecy everyone hated him for it. So Quackity wouldn’t kill himself because he cares, and he needs people to care but if the conversation with slime should mean anything it’s- you’ve got to let it go.

The nation. Not your life. The idea. Not your life. The cycle. Not. Your. Life.

The deserving ending, if we are truly to enclude this ending is- he leaves. He does what the others do and he leaves but he won’t do it without so much debate with himself and that is where K Q and Qsmp Q come in, they help prove to him what he shouldn’t and should do. He helps, he learns and realises not one second of his life has he just been able to sleep. He won’t find community here, and he can’t trust anyone here but maybe out there he finds himself. Who he was before las navadas, who he was before L’manberg, before juive and maybe just maybe he could introduce the flashy side of LN Q and become anew. Carve all the persons he’d become and be his own, with a simple job, a simple life and a smoke partner by his side. He leaves but not for others sake, for himself. Kinda like Tommy, kinda like the boy who was the most humane of them all.

That is how he realises he’s done with this, how he’s fed up. Suicide in storytelling is child play if there is always another option. It’s a mockery to the character he’s built- surface level on an incredibly complex character.

Anyways😛

[quietlyathier]

It's even sad to realize that Wilbur and Quackity will never meet again after their ends. What do you imagine happened next?

Okay this is crazy because I have this fic idea partly wrote but-

I think that they meet again ten years later. Not by coincidence or some stupid mistake but because they seek eachother out purposefully.

C!Quackitys original ending (WHICH I WILL REITERATE IS THE REAL ONE SO ITS THE ONLY ONE THAT COUNTS FROM NOW ON) ends with him planning to rebuild Las Navadas with a peaceful weariness in the air. No Dream- Tommy had sure enough killed him by the point Quackity stopped sitting and drinking over the rubble and decided to get his ass moving. No Slime- although Quackitys new office now sits in the hollow spot where his death was planted so technically, was he ever gone? And no biting fear that everything will fall apart. It might but that’s why Las Navadas ends there- we don’t know.

However, there’s always that one loose thread, never cut clean. Wilbur. So Quackity writes a letter, something akin to the one Wilbur forgot (or very consciously) to throw away but not quite. It’s a different mess, an invitation of if Wilbur decides to make amends.

Ten years go by, Quackity still thinks about it when he finds random gunpowder or chatter over tinkering mess of metal but now he has a routine. A real one and his nation has never been more polished, his attitude never as him as it has-

Oh fuck.

So Wilbur sends a letter back. It looks old and for good reason, Wilbur had let it sit on the desk of his apartment for years, never fully written until now. Routine? Routine. Back to routine!

More letters, fun. Great! Sticky notes to go along. Great, Quackity ignores them, lets it build up over months- ethier Wilbur is restless or these are only just getting to Quackity now.

Then, Quackity writes back.

Boom! Wilbur finds his scuffed trainers upon the sand. Huh, trainers? Oh yeah, and a scuffed version of his gas station uniform that he tries to desperately stuff under his coat. He’s also older! And more awkward to the unfamiliarity of things, well he can note a few memorable locations within this nation but nothing as… modernised and large as now. Oh yeah, forgiveness. So he goes, asks everyone for Quackity and ends up bumping into him on the way out of the casino. Quackity thinks it’s a drunk, Wilbur thinks it’s a stuck up dick too proud to say sorry- oh! Oh no. No, it’s him.

Wilbur stumbles out a silly mess of apologies, trying to make up for everything he should’ve said but didn’t. Quackity is staring, he isn’t angry. Quackity is still staring, he isn’t angry? Oh okay! So now Wilbur is angry, trying to excuse his own regret with harsher demands for Quackitys attitude but after a long calm down Quackity shrugs and says he’s changed. (Very secretly he’s happy to see Wilbur.)

So they plan a catch up date. Yep. A date. That’s how different they are.

WILBUR TALKS ABOUT UTAH, VERY LOSER BOY IN UTAH. WE DIVE INTO HIS INTERLISED FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS HE LEARNT TO DESCOVER YET AGAIN IN UTAH AFTER LIMBO. THEY HAVE A DICK MEASURING CONTEST OVER WHOS SLEPT WITH THE MOST NOW THAT WILBUR IS A BIT OF A SLUT, THEY DRINK, THEY FLIRT, THEY FUCK??? OR WOULD THAT RUIN THE HEALING VIBE IDK THEY FREAKY UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

They visit eachother every holiday 🤭 so Wilbur very awkwardly has to introduce Quackity to his Utah friends as his boyfriend knowing that Quackity has to completely lie about how he knows Wilbur. AWWWWWWWWW.

SO BASICALLY THEY GET TOGETHER BUT AT THE RIGHT TIME. Yeah I could’ve just said that tbh😞

[quietlyathier]

I wrote a new fic.

What is it you ask? Tntduo of course but oh! Ooo, betcha didn’t expect a hero x villian AU did you??? Bet you didn’t expect Prison as an allegory for canon limbo did you??? Bet you didn’t expect civilian x villian incorporation did you???

Like a sketchy ad I’m gonna have to ask you to click here if you did😋

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64101046

[quietlyathier]

GOD TWINSDUO HURT ME, so I’ve created them a backstory pre Dsmp😋

Twins- ofc, brothers- ofc and yes they are biological but they could not be more different.

Both grew up in the castle walls of their mother’s home, a white sculpted cold palace to home the winter nights within its walls. Wilbur liked the gardens, Techno liked the carpeted red floors, Wilbur liked to write, Techno liked to paint sometimes he’d like to paint so much that he’d try and color his family’s hair pink while they slept so they could finally match. Not one of them looked similar and for a young techno, he saw a fault he desperately needed to fix.

Habits go away as they do, but Wilbur even while in the buzzing forest with sweltering sun shinning upon his kneecaps will still sing poems from dusty creases in paper, holler them in march to the bugs. Techno would see a fault he needed to fix, the bugs and his brothers tedious cheers.

During sword training, Techno could plan and observe in Quick fashion while Wilbur complained, distracted with his words before attempting a win. Sometimes the snow met Technos nose, mostly Wilbur and his scuffed knees. Archery however? Wilbur excelled without a care, whistling by with band swirling round his finger while techno stumbled, gruffed under his breath to get the goddamn how to stop from falling. Crossbows were prohibited, too sure and easy to fire. Not a single second to think against it which is why the urgency pulled Techno back from ever picking up a simple bow and arrow ever again.

Soon enough, ages grew as did stronger bonds with places, the culture and their parents. Wilbur was raised by the goddess of death but he could not fit into that standard. The very blueprint of a mortal, dying man. Techno was raised by the angel of death, a very perceived human while he himself embraced the immortality of religion.

Eventually it all broke, Wilbur was ordered to leave with his mother to a sunnier, fresher life with chances to create and meet those outside of thier home and techno ordered to stay and train as a guard of his mothers name- the goal to be the highest rank- Commander. So that’s what they did, Wilbur left went to school, met a very strange but fun girl while techno bloodied his fists.

They met again, after five years and now Techno born religious under his Mothers idea, Wilbur was not. The blood god compared to the screaming peace Wilbur demanded, the peace his mother wanted in her last few years as a mortal being. Stuck here, in this palace but in a purgatory they couldn’t reach- death. Wasn’t Phil meant to protect her? Keep her from slipping away? She wasn’t born for this, Wilbur understands but-

Phil is now a father. Only now can he look Wilbur in the eye, but only to tell Wilbur to break apart the life he had made for a new one. Wilbur will take his daughter, his responsibility just as Techno his sword and he will leave the rest behind. The relationship was mutual in souring anyways, what more this?

Wilbur becomes a president, even just for a moment. He becomes a general, leads an army which is something his brother could never do. He cheers it, he spits it to his advantage and with a helping hand he proves it but only then when Wilbur starts to raise, understand the steps his boots should tread, claw the blood from struggling breaths does his father frown.

Wilbur dies, something his brother could never do.

And Techno kills the nation, something Wilbur could never truly do.