On C!Eret and C!Wilbur and love, understanding, and forgiveness
i. Wilbur Soot VOD, July 24th 2020 // ii. John le Carré // iii. SAD-ist, Dream SMP War // iv. Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy // v. K. Wright, Judas // vi. SAD-ist, Dawn of the 16th // vi. shadowpoetry.com, Palindrome Poetry // vii. dcvina-claires, Tumblr // viii. @pppuri // ix. Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband // x. Mary Oliver // xi. @/sweetlambeyed
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✨Chapter 2 / 2 (When You're Lost in the Darkness / Look for the Light)
🎵Atlas Falls by Shinedown
"Wil, maybe you are immune?”
“Just put a bullet through my temple Techno, be simpler than second guessing leading to me accidentally killing you.”
“I won’t do that as long as you remain healthy, let’s just keep going and wait out a few more days before I do something so permanent. Deal?”
“...Fine.”
~~~
Wilbur and Technoblade's parents go missing, one after the other when their mother leaves for a routine outing and never returns leading their father to follow suit. Scared but determined the pair of brothers leave their safe haven to search, facing the horrors of the world they grew up in on their quest to find answers. Along the way they make a concerning discovery after Wilbur is bitten, with the tears of losing a close friend on their face the twins find themselves with more questions than answers on this long road they travel.
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✨#mcytficfight Team Mushroom, c!Wilbur Soot & c!Technoblade & c!TommyInnit & c!Phil Watson [SBI / Sleepy Bois Inc]
✨12.1k W.C.
✨c!Wilbur Soot-centric
✨Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence
🎵Beside You by Marianas Trench
“I don’t know how to do this.” Wil admitted, looking down at the wrinkled hand he still held pressed to his scar.
“If I know you, and I hope I do because you are my son, you have the strength to face this. Your inner core is pure hellfire, when forged right you could melt the very bedrock we stand upon if you believe it to be best. For you to even begin to accept how far your actions spread you must face the people it hurt the most. For you to get that determination you must see the pain you caused, then do your best to resolve it because your strength comes from those you keep near, fighting for ideals they believe in. You just care so fucking much about things, son, let those things be the ones you once held dear. After all, when you have good connections you can face anything. You might see forgiveness in the smallest places, but it will be a step forward nonetheless.”
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✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence
🎵WHERE THE SKIES END by Starset
Each space had its time and place, many combinations of conversations happened as they moved through their histories. Wilbur, Fundy, Tommy, Tubbo and Eret stood inside the Final Control Room as they exchanged apologies, the walls of death changing to mean one of reunions even moons later. Father and son eventually discussed their problems, turning into a family discussion when they moved to Wilbur’s Control Room.
Every place they stopped inspired the spark of forgiveness, from tiny to years old wounds, many things were talked about on this tour.
Tommy and Sam took a moment alone inside the copy of the prison cell the teen died in, coming out looking on much better terms. No more glances were traded between the pair, a tentative peace that would only grow stronger with the right sort of nurturing.
A private moment happened between Ruler and shark totem when they approached the Egg, the Ruler gave themself the grace of the words the shark had told them time and time again, it was time to let go of the regret.
Each exhibit passed in much the same fashion, the people most affected discussing their experiences and talking about thoughts they held for years. When they stood in front of the desk once more, the tour completed, tension no longer crackled in the air.
Comradery had been forged among these broken soldiers who stood before them, each put through their own personal hells in their time spent here. The Ruler felt the lightest they had in years seeing the fire ignited in so many souls once more.
This is what stories were supposed to do, to bring others together to listen to others words. To share wisdom and morals, to learn from what happened in the past and move forward into the future. Looking at each face gathered, Eret draws comfort that even through it all, they had said yes to coming today.
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“if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.
✨#mcytficfight Team Phantom👻
✨Eret & Techno, Eret & Niki, Eret & Phil
✨13.4k W.C.
✨Eret-centric
✨Pirates & Sirens & SBI goodness
✨Forgotten by NateWantsToBattle
if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.”
~~~
Nightshade spent her whole life jumping from crew to crew, following the only magical item that might answer her lifelong questions about the missing part of herself. During her quest she ends up captured by the Shadows of the Abandoned crew who accepts her without condition and she learns to love herself despite the hand life dealt her and unlocks her true heart.
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Finding love in the hints of shaky music and heavy aromas of roses, in the hesitant new beginnings of a starting courtship seeing the worst of each other and still accepting them no matter how battered or broken. They are both on their first dates and their forever partnership, forced together by horrifying circumstances but finding sanctuary in one another's arms and words.
Fit realises just how much Pac means to him after nearly losing him, dedicating himself to treasuring the one who trusted the anarchist to protect him, both healing along the way.
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The Angel of Death’s new charge commented a dear name to the ancient crow on the sign in front of him, a small blonde child looking at the avian hybrid with wide blue eyes filled with an ocean of curious questions. A dragon skull encased the top half of his face, held by some unknown force as wild gold curls spilled around it. His rose scaled wings were held close to his spine, peering up at the tall older blonde with an expectant stare.
“Oh Goddess, where do I start with that bastard?” Phil said with a wicked smile.
~~~
Philza tells Chayanne and Tallulah of Technoblade's adventures; from the beginning when they were teamed for Minecraft Monday to the Great Potato War, with a few more in between.
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“Who are you?”
✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers [Eternal Duo]
✨13.5k W.C.
✨c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers-centric
✨MCD & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence
🎵creature by Half Alive
“My name is Foolish, I am here to stop the cult!”
The being proceeded to raise an eyebrow while staring at the demi-god, making him wonder why this brunette wasn’t ecstatic that someone friendly arrived and felt rather intimidated by their glare.
“Alright and how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Foolish opened his mouth to explain before falling short, realising beyond getting into the camp he had no clear idea on how to even stop the ritual from happening. Surprising the shark again they let out a rumbling chuckle, a small smile breaking out across their face.
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Wilbur’s face doesn’t quite light up like it used to upon seeing them, early days of their country’s formation flashing to mind when they saw happiness when they spoke. Now he seemed hesitant, stopping before them. “Greetings Eret, off to a party?”
✨c!Eret & c!Wilbur [Traitor Duo]
✨3.6W.C.
✨c!Eret-centric
✨Regret & Canon Divergence
🎵Mykonos by the Fleet Foxes
A warm teasing tone sounded through his voice, one white curl falling down his forehead above his crinkled eyes. A hint of worry hid behind that liquid chocolate gaze but he seemed to be in a pleasant mood.
The Ruler laughs, holding the wine up for Wilbur’s viewing. “A party for one if you can believe it.”
“That’s a rather lonely concept.” Wilbur comments, peering at the label in the low evening light.
His reply stung, Eret tried not to let it dig too deeply as they tried to joke. “I am rather used to it. Just me and my bottle of wine, we will spend a lovely night together.”
“Feel up to adding another to that party for one?”
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“Wil-Wilbur?” He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.
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Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. “Hello Dad!”
Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son’s strong jawbone. “My son, what happened to you?”
“My own hubris.”
~~~
Wilbur is watching flying lessons between Philza and his youngest chick, Tommy, when the sunshine blonde gets a little too ambitious and the phantom rushes to his side fearing the worst.
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We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity)
BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS!!!
✨q!Philza & Team BOLAS
✨25.5k W.C.
✨q!Philza-centric
✨Graphic Descriptions
✨QSMP Purgatory Lore Retell
✨Chapter 2/2 (Balance Exists That Calls Through the Abyss / In the Chaos I Create Again)
The Wise Crow Has Been Fooled (A Cage for a Cage)
"Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don't forget. They tell each other who to look after and also who to watch out for."
✨The Call by League of Legends, 2WEI, Louis Leibfried, Edda Hayes
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My non-canon telling of the events from Phil's return to the QSMP after filming and learning of the eggs disappearance up until his capture by Cucurucho.
If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World
Picking back up his new scythe, his hands find familiar holds on the carved handle as he takes a few practice swings. It had been a very long time since the Angel of Death held a weapon such as this, the past few worlds only allowing him a sword or bow and arrow.
✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah
✨4.5k W.C.
✨q!Philza-centric
✨QSMP
✨Demons by Imagine Dragons
Flaring his crow-black wings wide, chest hurting as his sky eyes catch the shorn secondary and primary feathers, he allows the moniker to possess him once more. Taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, seeing battlefields soaked in blood by his hand, he opens them once more to look over this world he woke up in mere months ago.
~~~
Philza is invited to the QSMP Electoral dinner only to find his chicks there, the same chicks he put to bed mere hours ago. As the realisation happens that these are not the real Chayanne and Tallulah, chaos unfolds as two binary monsters suddenly appear.
Gentleness in the Absence of Violence (Despite the Abundance of It)
”We have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it.”
✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle and gl!Ranboo
✨Generation Loss
✨2.7k W.C.
✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle-centric
✨Graphic Depictions & MCD & Non Canon
🎵Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd
~~~
Loneliness smashed into the muscular brunette as Charlie walked past the abandoned storefronts, debris spread across long forgotten floors.
Left behind pieces when not needed, just like him.
Turning the corner of the hall that drew his attention, he freezes at the sight in front of him.
You Make Sure I Always See the Daylight
A Coffee Shop AU about Ranboo, a new student to the city and university, stumbling across The Crows Roost Cafe for some food and he finds so much more than that.
✨Alternate Universe & Cafe AU & SBI as Found Family
✨Summary continued below
🎵Daylight by Shinedown
A feel good found family story, this follows Ranboo meeting Sleepy Bois Inc and some other recognizable faces, from someone used to being alone to then finding warm companionship served up with his favourite cinnamon vanilla tea.
This will be a multi-part fic telling of how having a support system, even found off random happenstance, can be the best thing that happens to someone.
A White Orchid Broken in the Rain
“You may not remember this, but all of us went through hell to follow your frantic steps. After you left us, when you begged for death which was given to you, we were left in the remnants of what you had done. They were only children, Wilbur, kids left bearing the transgressions of a previous generation’s decisions, something the ones after us should never have to face.”
She took a breath, breaking their gaze for a moment before meeting him once more. “You might not have liked any of the things that were said, but I see an element of truth in all of them. So many consequences of your decisions landed on us, the ones sworn to you. While you got death, Wilbur, we got living hell.”
Her words were harsh, her mind finally settled on anger as the words left her full lips. “I do not know how you stand here again today, but I do know every word I've heard so far is deserved. You had the unlucky experience of coming back from the dead to fill shoes stained in blood and its going to fucking suck for a while, but you must face each person you harmed before you can ever begin to feel better.”
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okay so for this one please read through the tags and the opening note carefully since it's very important and the CWs are all there. this is not really on par with my usual writing, i think, but it's written mostly for myself as comfort and self-expression
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