#c!crime

[addlepater]

c!Tommy copes with humour to me.

[sunnyonline]

Your brother's coat had a hole in it. It's not your fault, you did all you could do. And he won't take the thing off for long enough for you to get your hands on it and mend it yourself. And you asked, a few times, and he brushed you off - he has big plans, and there isn't any time for mending coats.

The fabric is starting to look a bit frayed around the hole. The damp, and the wet, and the constant wear as days stretch into weeks into the unknowable amount of time born of too much of a life lived in a cave without a day/night cycle. A wet hell, a chilly nether. The humidity of breath, and sweat, and tears condensates on the walls, a sticky sort of moisture that refuses to be wiped off on one's trousers. It's miserable. He says you're going to take it all back. At least it won't be like this forever, but he refuses to let you mend, and he calls your concern pity, and that damn coat is looking worse as the days wear on. It reeks.

Of cigarettes, and the greasy scent of unwashed hair, and grime, - And would he just take it off long enough to let you fucking wash it, Wil?

The whole cave reeks. Of torch-smell, of coal, of damp stone, and somehow it couldn't be further from the scent of warm cobblestone and sun-washed earth and fresh summer grass. Even the potato farm, a one-note bit of starchy green in among everything else. Somehow it's almost worse, to be faintly reminded of the overworld up above, and to feel the lack of it. Oak leaves, and dandelions, and carrots, and birch, and every other scent that you'd taken for granted. You'd figured it'd always be there, surely. But you'll get it all back, and things were hard for awhile there, but the sun will still be shining; L'Manberg will be okay, your brother will be okay. It's going to be okay.

There's a great, terrible, devastating quiet after the bombs go off.

Somehow, it feels like it might be your fault. / You were supposed to mend the holes.

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Your name is Wilbur Soot; and it feels like Catharsis. Chekhov's gun finally fires, and in the crackle of fireworks as pained and uneasy allies turn against their own, L'Manberg goes off with a bang. You hadn't expected your father to turn up. But then: You hadn't expected to survive, either. So dear old dad runs you through with a sword you hand him, and you call it poetic justice. You kill your daughter, your firstborn, and so you turn to stare back up your bloodline and hang yourself on the family tree. It's a cheap trick, but then, this whole thing was flashy and obvious, anyway. You had wanted to be seen.

It was poetry, and it was as though the world bent to your whim as a hole was blown into the side of room, and sunlight hit your face once more. You were a character on a stage, and the sun your spotlight, and this was your Big Finish. You are Wilbur Soot; and you are Ozymandias; and you are king of kings, destroyer of your creation.

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The fluorescent lights flicker overhead. The train tracks rattle with a train that hasn't arrived. If it ever does. If it ever does, you believe it won't stop for you. Who would come to visit you, anyway?

Maybe Tommy. And you find some mirth on your lips at that. Rueful, and it falls, soon enough. He always would follow you. You'd tried to build walls to protect him; and what sort of a leader were you? It'd been an underhanded trick, but you'd been ousted all the same, and violence begot more violence.

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[gay-mooshrooms]

some quotes from wilbur's nov 16th pov that make me feral

“You know what Wilbur, maybe I am clingy. Because I like my home.” -Tommy

“At the end of the day Tommy, I would say we’ve always got each other but we don’t. Cus if it goes wrong you’re probably gonna hate me.” “Oh”- Wilbur and Tommy

“Wilbur, let's take it back.” “Tommy, you know the rules. If this fails, it's going up.” “We can’t fail.” “That’s what me and Tommy said about the election and here we are.”- Tommy, Wilbur, Quackity

“We don’t want you to die Will.” “Nah plan B” “Wil there is no plan B!” “Niki I’m just telling you there's 11 and a half stacks of plan B.”- Tommy, Wilbur, Niki

“I know you had your points, you went on about your, your Chekhov's fucking gun! I know that that was all, all just talk now! Finally, you did this, and there wasn’t a single explosion.”- Tommy

“Tubbo, you’re a good kid and an even better spy.”- Wilbur

“There was a special place, there was. And that special place did exist once. But even with Tubbo in charge, I don’t think it can exist again.”- Wilbur

“Kill me Phil. Phil kill me. Phil kill me. Phil stab me with a sword, murder me now. Kill me, do it. Kill me Phil, murder me. Look they all want you to. Do it Phil, kill me.” “You’re my son!” “Phil kill me!” - Wilbur and Phil

“There was a traitor, I don’t know what Dream was talking about. There was a traitor, it's me and Techno. And now the server is gonna go into ruin thanks to us.”- Wilbur

“You’ve joined at the dawn of the end of civilization! Welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay. This is directed by Wilbur and Techno, the end of civilization.”- Wilbur

“This sever’s built on blowing up and burning, how are they shocked? How is anyone shocked by this?”- Wilbur

 “My finished symphony, I’ve finished. My great finished symphony.”- Wilbur

“I need to go and see this. I need to go see this unfold. I want to see this.”- Wilbur

“Tubbo! You are president of a crater! Enjoy.”- Wilbur

[tntduopolls]

are c!wilbur and c!Tommy biologically related?

no

yes, distantly (cousin, uncle, etc)

yes, Tommy is his biological son

yes, Tommy is his biological half-brother

yes, Tommy is his biological brother

other

Voting ended onJan 17, 2025

[cloffmoff]

c!crimeboys and butterflies

thinking about that one c!crimeboys line, 'cause you get in people's heads, wil. You're like a little caterpillar. You go in through their ear, and you hatch a butterfly. Pretty soon, your brain's all just colors and flying...and then you're making the wrong decisions.' BUT you know that old hc that butterflies would follow post-revival tommy around because butterflies eat corpses? Not only has c!wilbur planted a 'butterfly' in Tommy's head, that butterfly is slowly (metaphorically) eating his brain from the inside out

[clingyduoapologist]

It’s fucking- because you’re Eurydice and he’s Orpheus and you want so badly to just go down and down and down but you know he’s always gonna follow. And he’s always gonna turn around. It’s in his nature. And before you even realize it you’ve killed him, and yourself, again.

[hadesbullshit]

"i would say we always have eatch other but at the end of the day, we dont" ccrime. i want to kill. cwilb (watching nov 16th vod)

[noneknxws]

fucking love seeing dsmp posts that call cWilbur and ctommy c!crime. im not even in this fandom anymore and it’s peculiar so imagine seeing it as a total stranger. c!crime? what? crime, characterized? nicholas cage in that one movie? the essence of crime? the spirit?