You Left Me

Imagine

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Pairing: C!Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

TW: talk of blood/wounds, sleep depieved reader who going crazy

WC: 0.6k

A/n: for my darling's event!! congrats darling!! <3

NAVIGATION

Wilbur stared her down, trying to belittle her. There’s tension in the air, going along with the smoke and burnt smell of a once beautiful nation. He looked away, to Phil. there was chatter between the two, there was shouts as well. She can’t hear them, the ringing in her ear overthrowing everything else. Someone grabs her by the arm. It’s Fundy. She smiles sadly, holding his shoulder for support on her sore limbs.

A scream. A ripple through the ringing in her ear. It's piercing and hurts just as much as the blast of TNT did, because it’s his scream. With Fundy falling apart in her arms, she looks over slowly. Phil holds a limb body in his arms, crying over it. His sword is through the body, blood dripping from the tip and onto the debri.

“Wilbur…”

“Ghostbur,” She gulbs, staring into the blank eyes of the ghost. “what are you doing here?” His pale eyes follow a passing bee. “I wanted to see you.” Y/n shakes her head, going around him. She keeps her head down as she walks down the rocky path she made herself for her home.

“What are you up to?” He floats behind her, trying to catch her eyes, having to adjust his falling beanie. She glances at him. The bright yellow is so noticeable, she thinks. “I’m going to see Fundy.”

“Oh.” he looks like him, but he isn’t him. Not really. Being similar, yet so different at the same time. The version of himself he was before he went bonkers (to put it lightly). She stops in her tracks, reaching the point for her visit with Fundy. It’s been weeks, but the pain never settled.

“Y/n.” she looks up so quickly. His voice. It’s his voice. She wants to vent out. She wants to scream at him because it looks like him, it sounds like him. But it’s not him. “Wilbur...why?” he only blinks at her. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember.

“You-you left! Dammit! You left me, Wilbur!” she screams, she’s angry. How could she not be? But Ghostbur doesn’t know why. People tell him things, but he doesn’t understand them. He doesn’t know the full story. She sighs, spotting Fundy behind Ghostbur, only a few steps away from them. He goes around Ghostbur, meeting Y/n and giving a hug. They were grieving together.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You already did.” Fundy glances between the two. He doesn’t say anything, though. She sees Wilbur. He’s stood in front of her with his trench coat and beanie. There’s blood dripping from his gaping wound in the middle of his stomach. It’s sickening. His eyes are dead, he’s dead.

“You don’t get to hurt me, leave me behind, and then come back and pretend like nothing happened!”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Of course, you don’t. Dammit, Wilbur! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!” Fundy pulls Y/n back from jumping Ghostbur. He holds her in his arms, keeping her fragile self from making a mistake. Ghostbur shakes in his spot. He doesn’t understand.

“Y/n, he doesn’t remember anything, you know that.” she shakes her head. She’s seeing things.The view of Ghostbur and Wilbur look like a glitch in reality as they flicker back and forth. Days of not eating or sleeping much finally caught up, huh?

“That’s not true.” Fundy’s ears perked up from their flattened spot. He still holds Y/n in his arms, scared she’ll break if he let go. She sniffled, wiping tears away. She really was going crazy, seeing someone that’s dead.

“Really? What do you remember then?” Fundy asks.

“That I loved Y/n.”

Anyone... Villain Wilbur?

Really enjoyed how this turned out!

alright guys I’m seeing an influx again so here comes my THIRD post about this

stop calling wilbur’s pogtopia arc vilbur. it is feeding into c!wilbur’s paranoia and directly feeding into what he wants people to think.

and to continue a little bit, him trying to convince everyone he was the villain was his way of detaching and demonizing himself for what he was about to do. everyone would hate the villain, which correlates exactly to what he thought people thought of him and what he tried to force in order to cut ties. it is unhealthy and self destructive.

/rp

Wanted to post my latest c!wilbur fanart here. I hope he gets revived!

Inspiration hit me like a lightning bolt.

Plz this fucking rat man lives rent free in my head.

Have another fucken drawing of him.

William Bur Soot.

A redraw of my first dsmp fanart! It's been a crazy 6 months since I drew the first one lmao

I'd add the original for comparison but imo it's ugly as hell so just look at my Twitter if you want to find it I guess-

Drawn: April 13, 2021

They always draw villain!Wilbur with squinting, tired eyes. It’s because he stopped wearing the glasses that he used to wear. He’s not scowling, he just can’t see

Okay, so, the real reason Alivebur should be resurrected and should have a redemption arc is because he committed suicide. 

There would be nothing more hopeful to life itself in this universe of pain that the SMP is than Alivebur being resurrected and choosing to live. Him realising life would be worth it, and slowly coming to terms with the breakdown he had, would be so fucking hopeful.

Not only that, but once he’d healed, he can then make it up to others, maybe even apologise and try again. Not a fresh start, but a healed one.

It’s just... of all the characters that deserve to have a happy ending and just get to live, it’s Alivebur, who gave up on life. He, he should know life isn’t something he has to be scared of, or scared of ruining, but something worth living.

HC: Wil also had voices in his head during the Pogtopia Era, much like Techno.

After Wil revealed to the viewers that Manberg was riddled with TNT, the chat began demanding and chanting for him to detonate it. Every time he would start a stream, go near the button, talk about the TNT, or do or say anything that involved the TNT or Manberg, the chat would just flood with “TNT” “BOMB” “BLOW IT UP” “CHEKOVS GUN” “DO IT” and other things of the sort. Even when he wasn’t doing anything related to it, there would still be a couple people in chat mentioning it.

One of the biggest reasons Wil kept returning to the button was because the chat kept demanding him to press it. The more chat spammed about the bombs, the more he felt he had to detonate them at some point.

(My first post here! I just really don’t want to be on Twitter anymore! I’ve been here for like an hour and there’s just so many theories and in-depth looks into these characters and that is right down my alley and I am very excited. Why didn’t I know this place existed)

Wilburs speech influenced Quackity actions and now Quackitys speech influenced Sam’s actions.... That why he tortured Ponk. His valentine it wasn’t just because of his paranoia after Tommy’s death. it was because he felt helpless, like there was nothing he could do. So he took Quackity’s advice. Torture and violence being the the only way to gain and keep power

I still feel alive.

tw//blood

Here I present a Cannon Wilbur drawing.

Every time I see someone call Alivebur manipulative I just sit there like, “how much more evidence do I need to give to the contrary”, and then I remember, no matter how many posts I make, people will continue to throw that word around like it has no meaning regardless 😔

The fandom sees C!Wilbur as a villain bc he saw himself as a villain. C!Technoblade is pretty abjectly villainous but he sees himself as the good guy so the fandom does too.

You know, I don’t mean to bring politics into a Minecraft roleplay, but there is truth to what c!Wilbur said and you know it.

Legal disclaimer: I do not advocate for violence, do not go out and commit crimes. I am not responsible for you and the repercussions you might face.

I think y’all are overlooking a big difference between “the only universal language is violence” and “If you really want to help people, you're gonna need power.” Wilbur is not saying All Violence All The Time, he’s saying that in order to accomplish your goals (which in his case is protecting his people) you need power, you need violence, you need to get your hands dirty sometime. Sometimes nonviolence is just not enough. Sometimes you can’t make changes to a system by working within it.

Sometimes, when things are fucked up, peaceful resistance is not enough. It gets you praise and it wins you a moral victory, but you don’t change anything. You can’t change anything without power. So sometimes you need a revolution. Sometimes you need to fight with teeth and claw and steel and grab onto power with your bloodstained hands because no one is gonna give it to you and no on is gonna respect you without it. Nothing is gonna change if you just sit back and say pretty words and peacefully hope that’ll make others finally treat you right, that’ll protect you. Sometimes change needs blood. It needs power.

And remember, Wilbur Soot wanted peace. He wanted freedom from police brutality. And he wanted to secure it nonviolently through words. But he was dragged into war, his men and his land decimated. Tommy gave up his discs for their freedom and respect but not independence-- Dream gave them “technical” independence, no war but he would not respect them as an independent nation. Dream still looked down on them.

Wilbur wanted power to secure his nation’s protection. Because he learned that words could only get them so far.

And you know what? As someone who sees the value in riots, in violent resistance. Someone who encourages peaceful protest but... understands the point of vandalizing and looting big corporations to hit em where it hurts, to make sure they can’t ignore you... Yeah, Wilbur has a point.

Power isn’t inherently evil. Sometimes you need power.