#wilbur centric

[erissdoesart]

I may have forgotten to show of this as well

A new chapter of There is no venom in me is up!

Wilbur gets to visit library, but he still needs to explain some of his questionable knowledge...

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[cdys-0]

Prompt Au (Wilbur centric)

After being killed by his father Wilbur was supposed to find peace. From expectations. From his people. Instead he finds himself on a soft bush, injury’s stinging from the movement of his breathing. Where is he?..———— in a dark play surrounded by crows polar bears and cows we find a coven. With three members. One has a bucket hat on, the second one has straight soft pink hair and the last one has a dirtied red t-shirt waking up from their nap to scream in agony. They found their last one. Their youngest. For the longest time they’ve been waiting for their missing piece, to complete them. To be part of them. Finally. Finally they found them. They could feel their emotions from their part of the bond, could feel how this person didn’t treasure themselves. but that was okay. They would make sure they felt loved. They would make him theirs.

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↓ A little help to get you started! ↓

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After walking around he finds himself with a small town? No village. He finds a village and wonders around.

Ignoring the states and whispers he asks an old lady a question ‘excuse me ma’am?’

‘Yes young one?’

‘I was looking for a hospital..do you perhaps know where I can find one?’

‘A what now?’

‘A hospital.’

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That conversation did not end well for him. Turns out this village has never heard of a hospital before. Wilbur believes they must be on drugs or some shit.

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[birdfeetenjoyer]

Chapter four is up! 

[hollowfo1k]

Hot Cocoa for the Soul

completed, wilbur centric, hybrid au, twins duo

tw: mentions and depictions of child abuse

summary: “Mate? Are you okay?”

“Mhm!” Wilbur knows he answers too fast. He knows his voice is a bit too high pitched to be natural. “I’m fine. Thank you for waking me, I should head home now.”

He moves to pick up his bag but is stopped by pointed black feathers.

“Are you sure?”

Wilbur furrows his brow. Why does this man care so much? They don’t even know each other. “I’m sure, sir.”

The man eyes him for a moment. Wilbur tries to ignore the way he reminds him of Tommy. Finally the man folds his wings back and steps away from the door.

“If you say so. I’m Phil by the way. I’m at the university every day.”

How Wilbur ended up in the Craft household

[coffee4addict]

Okay so you know the SCP au for dream smp? In alot of stuff for that that I’ve read Wilbur is kida the bad guy. He is like the main enemy or peson putting Dream and other peeps under experimentation. The content for these aus I’ve seen so far tend to be dreamteam focused with Dream being an experiment and George and Sapnap being Scientists. But when I was reading a fanfic of this au I realized hey these people don’t really ever show Tommy. So I came up with a headcannon that’s kinda stupid but I love angst between my two faviorte brothers so here we go. What if Tommy got sick okay? Like really really sick. And it gets to the point where he’s kinda in this coma like state. And Wilbur is getting desprete because Phil and Techno have always been out traveling and shit so Tommy’s kinda His only family. He hasn’t met Sally yet. Anyways he eventuelly becomes desprete enough to start experimenting on actual people. He becomes the head of this top secret goverment program and while he tells himself that he’s just doing it for his little brother, he kinda enjoys it...? Like he goes kinda insane but in a way that he’s able to pretend to be comepletly sane in front of others. You know it correlates with the pogtopia arch. There experimenting and he finds a way to keep Tommy stable so there’s not a risk of him dying anymore but like he’s still in a coma. Maybe you could go further and say that Tubbo leads a small group trying to free people from the fondation because it’s not what Tommy would’ve wanted and stuffu. I don’t know... Take my worthless brain vomit though.

[excaliefur]

Redemption.

That word tasted weird in his mouth. Redemption was such a weird concept, it made sense. Imagine messing up, messing up to such a large scale that you hurt everyone around you, and you still have a shot at redeeming yourself.

He never meant to hurt them. Lmanberg was built to keep them safe. He fought countless wars to keep them safe.

Ironic that he was their downfall.

If only the worlds twisted sense of humor ever helped them out, yet it watched and it laughed as Wilbur succumbed, it smiled so very wide as it watched Lmanberg blow up. It nodded knowingly as Wilbur bled out, nothing but insanity in his eyes. It chuckled as Techno began his monologue, and spawned the withers.

Wilbur was nothing but a shell of his former self when L’manberg blew up. Now he had regained a little bit of that spark in his eye, yet he was so different still.

Ghostbur was a lovely person, nobody had anything against ghostbur specifically, it was just, so unlike wilbur. yet perfectly wilbur.

Wilbur knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness, or even the shot of redemption, but if all went right, he’d be back soon and maybe redemption wouldn’t be such a foreign concept.

Maybe L’manberg could stand for all of them now.

[scvrllet]

A Glimpse of Silver

Phil remembers the death of his son, it was his hand who caused it after all

A c!Wilbur Soot -Centric Blurb

contains: Mentions of death/murder, blood, Wilbur-centric fic told from Phil’s POV (second person) (292 words)

tags: @princekooks @lucy-malfoy07 @aphroditelymine @ameliedrawz @tsukilover11 @sweetblueparadisebabyg @skyisneverthelimit @gryffindorgirl @water-vevo

“Kill me, do it Phil- kill me!”

Those were his last words before his father, Phil, had dug the sword through his sons chest.

His black wings were now barely able to shield them from the debris due to the explosions but he paid them no mind. They were nothing compared to the pain he just inflicted upon himself as Wilbur looked up to him with a lazy smile before collapsing to the ground.

Phil fell to his knees as he caught the boy, broken wings attempting to shield him as he sat there, watching as blood stained his sons coat and tears stained his cheeks.

He had ignored the flash of silver that seemed to fall from the boys body. Shrugging it off as a trick his mind created in the midst of his grief but a few days later he saw it again. This time however, it took the form of a boy. A familiar boy he had once he called his son.

“Wilbur?” He called out hesitantly. He didn’t know if it was actually him but it looked just like him. It couldn’t be, could it?

The figure turned around and Phil felt his heart drop. It was him, but it also wasn’t. He looked translucent almost and when he moved, it was like a glimpse of silver flashing by.

“Phil! It’s me, Ghostbur! Your son.” The boy said with a smile on his face.

He hasn’t seen that smile in years.

The two stayed quiet, with the ghost persisting on him taking something he called ‘blue’ while Phil simply remained silent because it was him. His son, who died in his arms, was back. Or at least, to some degree he was.

“Hi Ghostbur.” Phil replied, thankful that his voice didn’t break as he smiled back at the ghost.

[excaliefur]

Happy Birthday, brother

It's Technoblade's birthday, Wilbur is sad, alone and angry. He writes a letter expressing his thoughts.

Yeah wasn’t expecting to post this particular vent fic, but todays a special day so here you go. On ao3 too 

Happy birthday b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ Technoblade,

You're what, 14? 15? now? I'm sure you're having a lot of fun over there, with Phil. Wherever you are.

I bet Phil's just spoiling you right now, probably getting a new chestplate or something, maybe the enchantment you wanted. Nothing's changed for you right?

Well you should know how fucking much i hate you right now i ̶m̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶. Tommy doesn't even know who you are, he sees your pictures on the mantle and he thinks you're a stranger.

You left me w̶a̶s̶ ̶i̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶?

You left me alone, I had to learn to take care of a baby on my own, I barely knew how to take care of myself, hell i don't even know now. I got a job at 11 to provide. I sold my soul so Tommy didn't have to spend one more day starving and crying. We're so lucky that Puffy and Sam are nice to us. You don't even know who they are because you left before they met us.

You didn't write for my birthday. Why am I even writing to you right now? You don't fucking deserve this. Do you?

c̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶

You don't even care do you? If you did, you'd be back by now right?

Tommy calls me dad. I am 15. Tommy calls me dad.

Let that sink in.

You never called. YOU PROMISED ME YOU'D CALL

You should have been there at my first concert. Oh wait you don't even know that I play guitar. I made songs, hits, t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶, I have a concert every other weekend.

What does it matter. I know that don't and you certainly don't. Whatever

I don't even care anymore. I'm moving past. i̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶t̶a̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶m̶e̶

Well I hope you have another glorious year of freedom, without me burdening you. At least call Tommy though, he deserves to hear the truth, from you.

One day your past will catch up to you though, and I won't help you out.

Happy fucking birthday I̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ I̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ I̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

Yeah, this one, I don’t have anything to say.