#dreasmp

@quack-city was told to tag you

You are Wilbur Soot and you are so stressed. Your country doesn’t respect your rule and squabble internally almost sending the nation spiralling into a civil war. You have no time for your son as you try to balance the pin prick world while right outside the walls stands god himself with all his mortal angels to kill everyone you love.

You are The Blade and you are not a person in the eyes of your compatriots. Your brothers don’t respect you nor do they listen to you yet you work harder than any ally to supply a revolution with ammunition. You are scared because you are human and when those who used you dispose of you that fear turns to anger.

You are the former president Mr Soot and all you have ever built and protected is crumbling before you. You listen to your brother, the only one that does, and you share with him the mayhem of a ruined state.

You are Tubbo! You are the fresh faced young president of a crater intended to be left for your best friend and while you don’t want this position you are doing what you can with what you have. You travel with guards because you fear death while talking to the dead man that used to be your predecessor. You have ugly scar tissue covering your face and torso from your untimely execution. You have just been told you remind your best friend of the executioner.

You are dead. You are not Wilbur Soot. You are trying to remember what he did during the time people say that he was you but the only thing you can remember are the good times that so many people seem to have forgotten about. Your son hates you and you don’t know why. Your father is distant to you and you don’t know why.

You are a nightmare, an unwaking terror stood at the end of a bed with a plastered on smile unnerving those that hear the voice behind it. You are god and you had many mortal angels. As god you are bored, you have the choice to make any item exist at a moments notice but you don’t, instead you work hard for what you have and what you could have should you lose your belongings. You are bored to death by the mortal squabbles but there is simply nothing more you can do than to insert yourself in their wars, in their conflicts.

“Enjoy your last piece of cake and I’ll see you tomorrow~”

The prison visit

missing fundy 24/7

a furry

can write a whole ass essay explaining his background story and character.

will set a stage and presents about it if an opportunity strikes

craves for father-son wilbur-fundy moments

fundywastaken

will reminds everyone that he is engaged to dream like five times a day

trans rights

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