#wilbursootfictive

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To all Wilbur kins and fictives.

We are not him. You have nothing to be sorry for. Just because the content creator is a piece of shit doesn’t mean we are.

I love you all and hope you get the time and healing you need after all of this.

-Sincerely,

A pissed off c!Wilbur kin

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Kin foods? I'm obsessed with pumpkin, Dadza always baked so many pumpkin cakes or pies or, anything pumpkin. I loved it; all I want all day everyday is dad's pumpkin food. I'm so sad "pumpkin spice" season is technically over even though we have one more month of FALL left >:( just give me pumpkin! - Wilbur (fictive, source is dsmp)

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Y'know what actually makes me a little mad? The people that treat my different eras as entirely separate people. The only version of me that was separated from Me is Ghostbur. Ghostbur is himself, and I am not him. But I am all of my eras. I still have habits from Pogtopia, L'Manburg, all of it. I didn't just... Suddenly change into my different eras, that was a journey, they're all connected y'know.

I am all of my eras. I am me.

~Wilbur Soot (dsmp fictive)

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*squints at new memories* what are you talking about. Excuse me? What do you mean I was an avatar of The Spiral. I'm from the DSMP what? Huh? Why do I have memories of The Magnus Institute? When did that happen?

*squints at my Tommy* You... I hope I find you because we need to have a little chat about this I think.

I'm too tired for this shit.

~Wilbur Soot (DSMP fictive)

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I got to talk to a Sally today. It was.. odd. Not in a bad way, but.. Christ, I've spent so long now feeling as if nobody gives a fuck. The thing is, though, back then? Nobody did. I was just .. crazy old Wilbur! (Not like, y'know, I was severely struggling with mental health and needed help..) And.. even now, I still feel... horribly angry and shut off. But.. just talking to her alone hit me really hard. Much less her calling me her favorite, or.. showing genuine care and telling me to take a break when I was getting stressed. It's odd to have somebody care again. Much less her. So yeah. Fuck you to the people that should've cared and didn't. But.. to Sally, mine and the one I know now.. thank you. And I'm sorry. (- A Wilbur Soot fictive)

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For the comfort food ask game -

I've found that fairly plain meat-based meals or stews are surprisingly comforting, especially when I lean more towards my Pogtopia and early L'Manberg timeframe in my primary timeline. Those weren't always good times, but sharing meals with those I cared for always brought me some form of comfort, even when I was in the fucking trenches. The food wasn't necessarily good, we didn't have many seasonings or anything special, especially during the whole Pogtopia deal, but I had my friends and family when I'd lost everything else. Thats what made it special to me.

- Wilbur Soot (Tag as fictive, please)

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[fictive-confessions]

Other fictives intrigue me so much sometimes.

I decided to finally talk to people after some nudging from Dream, and the second I did a Quackity from one of our system friends got out of dormancy just to hit on me??? Apparently fictives hitting on one of us happens a lot with that friend whenever someone new shows up?

I didn't reciprocate (obviously, we just met), and they never talked to me again LMAO

- Wilbur

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I'm never quite sure how to open these. The weather is getting warmer and I remember that's when we always said goodbye. You couldn't stay in the weird village with the towering church during summer. That's ok. I always looked forward to winter anyways. If it meant I could sneak away from my dads side and run threw the fields with you for a day or so, well my little ram it was more then worth it. I find myself asking if you exist in this life too? Maybe the sins of our last life mean this is our damnation. To never again know the feeling of you holding me. To know not your horns and tail or my wings and talons.

My dad recently split. He's trying to get better. Trying being a keyword. But I mean not to alarm you. I'm more safe then I've ever been I think, so many new people. Tommy is here too. His father however isn't. He's still throwing eggs at people. I remember before we had the idea of the war. Durning one of your speeches, he threw an egg at you and you complained later that you could still smell it. I have to admit it was very cute my ram.

I guess the things I'm trying to say is that I miss you so much it's felt in my bones. I am happy in this life but I miss you so much it makes me ache. Even if I never see you again I need you to know you are someone I will never forget. I love you. I miss you.

The final thing I would like to say. To anyone reading this, I hope you have a good day. Especially to any Jschlatt kins/fictives. Please never forget you have someone in your corner.

Sincerely, Bernard. Please tag as fictive. (Wilbur Soot) Also tag with #🐀🐾 please.

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