okay im gonna be aggressive about this actually wil doesn't get to show up after two weeks of phil being the second best dad on the entire fucking server (after roier) and start throwing implications about phil being a terrible father and the fandom eating it up
like wil is Objectively Incorrect that phil shouldn't be raising his kids as warriors. tallulah Will die if she doesn't at least get armor and a sword for self defense. phil's house seems paranoid but chayanne would be dead now if not for it.
qsmp phil is a good dad actually no matter how much wil wants to give his own character some angst at phil's expense
I think something I never really stopped to think too much about in One Piece is the sounds.
I grew up surrounded by nature. I grew up listening to the sounds the woods by my house made, the fields of crops down the road, of the river and creeks at my grandparents, and storms rolling over miles of empty plains in the fall.
I could tell you everything you need to know about those things. I didn't fear the dark because I knew it well. I could run those trails in the dead of night and I could have walked the land around my home blindfolded. I knew every branch that scraped, every bird nest full of singing life, every hole waiting for an ankle, every thorn tree that dropped terrible gifts to the earth. I knew it all.
Now I'm learning the sounds of the city. And everything is so loud. You forgot how quiet the world is when it's just you, and our world is full of loud things. Trains, cars, planes, electricity humming, pipes creaking, etc.
I believe I've made mentions of it before in my posts but I'm just really interested in how the One Piece world sounds.
Do the waves make different sounds than our own? Do sea kings sound more like tigers or gorillas when they roar? Are storms still ear shattering when they call out with thunder? Does the wind howl in your ear, or does it sing?
What does it sound like when Marco flies with massive wings right next to you? Does it sound like a regular bird but magnificent? Or does it pop your ears like a plane? Does he make different noises because of his devil fruit? Are his vocal cords different than someone else's?
What about when Buggy separates? The human body makes a variety of sound when it's sperated in different ways, does he sound like thighs stuck together with sweat in the summer or an injury like the loss of a limb? Does it pop like part of a toy, or maybe a click like a lock and key? Does it make a sound like pulling meat apart?
Does Luffy squeak when he moves all the time? Does he sounds like new shoes on marble or the high pitched screech of bare skin on gym floors?
Did Ace make the wooshing sound of dry wood or maybe the soft pops of low embers? Was he more like a forest fire taking off or a candle flickering in the window?
Does Kidd sound like a a car crash? Like metal bending and reforming itself into something messy and new? Does he clang like dropped silverware or is it heavy like metal gates closing? Maybe he sounds like the hammer of a blacksmith on burning metal?
Does Chopper have a way of talking that's distinctive? Like an accent or a lisp? Surely there would be something that would remind people that vocal cords change with each species and suddenly being able to make the noises of the human language would be a learning curve?
Does Robin sound like skin sliding against skin? Like rubbing your arms when you're cold or the dry sound that comes sometimes when you shake someones hand? Maybe she sounds like the wind in a garden or pulling petals off a flower?
Does Crocodile sound like a sandstorm? Does the sand he controls sound like screaming, like howling? Or maybe it sounds like a mudslide, something powerful and earthly?
Does Doflomingo make the the twang of tight threads being pulled and snapped back into place? Maybe the snap of elastic bands or the zzzz of string being pulled of the roll too quick?
Just so many fun things to consider š
Might do one of these about some of the other senses too.
The reason Iām alive today is because you taught me how to survive. Iām grateful for that. Maybe I could have lived a life where I inherited the organization. But spending time away from you showed me many more things. An annoying mother hen of a roommate. The taste of cheap Hamburg steak. The warmth that comes sleeping three to a bed. Taking care of a sick child. How to make French toast. An unexpected surprise party. A gold medal from a field day. The view from the top of a Ferris wheel. There were so many things out there that I could hold dear.
H-happy buddy daddies friday guys-
It's been an honor :(
I love this, I adore it. So good.
This is a Law centric animatic kinda about Dressrosa but also about just him warming up to Luffy and his crew <33
If Will dies first, it is obvious Hannibal would cannibalize Willās flesh. Hannibal mourned Mischa by eating her, and he would do the same for Will; to consume and eat and incorporate is part of grieving. But what would Hannibal do with Willās bones? Heād eat the marrow, maybe make soup from them, but what of the calcified parts that remain, the parts that canāt be eaten?
I donāt really see him just keeping them around or displaying them, something stagnant and to be ogled. Burying them in the family plot in Lithuania makes sense because Will is family, but it also requires Hannibal to go back to a place he canāt go. Hannibal could cremate the bones, but then what? Spreading the ashes doesnāt seem like something he would do; he canāt know what happens to them. Keeping Will in an urn on his desk or a shelf also feels out of character, a memory collecting dust.
What if Hannibal had Willās ashes pressed into pencil lead? There are ways to compress ashes into something that could be written with or drawn. What if Hannibal draws Will with his own ashes, commemorating him in a completed cycle. Sketching the man with his own remains. Remembering Will as he saw him, recreating moments they shared from Hannibalās mind palace. Having Will live forever in depictions of himself. Hannibal would never be truly left behind. And Hannibal would sharpen the pencils as he always had; he isnāt unfamiliar with taking a blade to Will. Shaving off a layer but keeping him sharp.
Displaying and keeping art made from Willās ashes would mean so much more than a reconstructed skeleton or an urn on a shelf or a plot that would become overgrown with weeds. He could draw Will in motion, alive, as he wished to remember him, and create moments and memories they didnāt get to experience together.
Feeling⦠thoughtful⦠about themā¦ā¦
These recent chapters doin numbers for my brain waves. Give me more, Oda, i stg.
Starting today, Sherlock Holmes is, in all of his respectful, emotional glory, completely and unquestionably in the public domain, which means⦠Herlock Sholmes has outlived his place in history.
Youāve done good, my dear detective. Rest now.
congratulations to mr holmes for finally marrying dr watson ššš
Q: do you believe in horoscopes?
he was gkjgn to call himself daedalus are you fucjing kidding me THISBIS SO FUCKED THIS IS SO FUCKED
Like yes we know cphil is cwilbur dad but. What if the cphil on the dsmp isnāt really cwilburs dad. Just that universeās version of him. What if Phil is waiting for Wilbur, hoping heāll come home. Wondering at first why he never came home from the shitty gas station. Was he kept late? Was he hurt somewhere? Did he crash his car? Did he get murdered and Phil would never see him again?
It kills Phil. His wife has been dead since Wilbur was born. He puts up fliers at first and coordinates the search effort. He keeps searching even as it peeters out and everyone thinks heās crazy to continue. He canāt loose his baby boy. but after 2 years he knows itās in vain.
Phil hopes heās happy at least, wherever he is.
Until one day, when Wilbur shows up on his doorstep. A white streak in his hair, wearing a trench coat. He has new scars and wrinkles. His eyes are sad but his smile wide. His son is home. All is well. Phil hugs him and he cries and cries. Wilbur is confused, but hugs back. Wilbur will not tell him what happened in those two years no matter how hard he presses. Wilbur is colder, more distant. Phil doesnāt know why.
Wilbur goes back to work at the gas station.
I've seen so many people go "this wasn't a good end for c!wilbur" and "it wasn't true to his character" "there is no growth!"
It was true. C!Wilbur is a bit of a coward. I'm sorry, but he is. And here, here he grew a bit. He said his apologies. He said his goodbyes. And now he goes home. It takes strenght to realise that a place is not good for you, and by staying you are doing more harm than good. And you cannot tell me that there was anything else for Wilbur on that server other than Tommy. But here's the thing: Tommy doesn't need him. He wants him, sure, it's his brother, but Tommy has had a life without him. He has gone through stuff and he has fought and hurt and healed and fell and stood back up. And while I'm sure Wilbur loves Tommy, Wilbur doesn't need him either. What they both need is space to heal. So Wilbur goes home. Goes to the opposite of his limbo, to the warm vastness of the desert, and he'll figure out who he really is behind all the trauma and l'manburg and all that. Who he is when there is nothing more to fight for or about, when he can just be. I'm sad for Tommy, truly. But to pigeonhole Wilbur into a "Tommy's caretaker" role is to take stuff away from both of their characters.
That's really the thing that annoys me the most. This "But Tommy is alone again! Wilbur left him on a beach just like Dream" Yes he is alone. But here's the thing. You are not evil or abusive for removing yourself from a situation that harms you and where you are not comfortable or safe. You are not bad. Dream was a fucking psychopath who enjoyed the abuse he put Tommy through. Wilbur is a mentally ill dude who desperately needs peace and safety. If I'd change one thing, i wish the offer for Tommy to join him would have been on the table. I would have wanted Tommy to refuse, but i still wanted the offer. But overall? I think it was great.
And you know what? I'm glad it was silly. I'm glad it was fun. Because they ALL talked about how it felt like the smp lost some of its magic due to how big and serious it has gotten. I'm glad that it was a bit silly and fun. Fucking Utah. I liked it.
i would like to propose a new fanon part of cwilburs design: a small cut in his face, from when ctommy hit him with the sword :)
i feel like we're too hung up on the whole Utah thing, like it doesn't fucking matter that it's Utah, c!Wilbur is going back to where he was raised and where he lived before the SMP
the Utah bit is just supposed to be funny but the implications are genuine, he's going back to his roots wherever that is
c!wilbur has spent so much time trying to be this grand figure, trying to prove his worth, trying to be worthy of anything, to prove that he's worth remembering and being loved!! he spiraled down so so far that he thought life wasn't worth living anymore! and in the end, after everything, he decided that the only thing he wanted was to go home! that's everything to me!
Wait.
āI want to believe that desert is where people start anew and figure out who they were supposed to be in this grand life of ours.ā He dreamed of a grand, spacious desert that served as a blank slate where he could start over and become the person heās meant to be.
And in the end, heās standing in a large desert, laughing and screaming with unbridled joy about how he gets to go home, a place where he can start anew with a blank slate. And he gets the rest of his life to figure out the person heās meant to be.
Wilbur being from Utahā¦. Okay. Iām okay. Iām so okay.
Lāmanburg was for those who werenāt American. So if Wilbur was American all along,,, then Lāmanburg was never for him. It was for his friends, and it was never for him.
im obsessed with the implications this has for phil actually. like, is he from the IRL too? is he from fucking utah??
c!Dream is a tragic villain, not in the sense that he was molded into a terrible person by forces outside of his control, but in the way that every single decision heās ever made has been the worst one possible. Like, he was respected, he had friends, he had so much going for him. But instead of being content, instead of quitting while he was ahead, he chose to be a child abusing mass murderer, and every step of the way youāre just left asking Why? Why would you throw away your life like this? How can you be this stupid? How donāt you hurt? And itās awesome.
tubbo is a soldier. itās in the way he stands, in the way he checks his exits, in the way he speaks, in the way he lives everyday of his life. it doesnāt matter how long he grows his hair out, if his uniform hasnāt been touched in years, if heāa thrown away his promise to fight for liberty. it doesnāt matter how much he distances himself from it, he cannot escape
ranboo watches his stance change infront of quackity, he notices the change of speech and the way he carries himself. he watched tubbo and tommy do the same infront of dream in the bunker. he watches him look for the way out in every room he enters. he watches him make escape ways in the builds he makes. he knows his husband and he knows that people who havenāt been scarred donāt do that. heās watched tommy, niki, fundy and jack all do the same
tubboās uniform is neatly packed away in a box along with any reminder he has of the past soldier he was. it all sits there in the storage closet, his uniform, his off duty jacket, the half burnt flag all folded up. itās all there on the top shelf of his closet, pushed as far back into the corner itāll go, out of arms reach. when he saw wilbur back from the dead, he locked the closet door. he cannot be a soldier again
heās too much of one as it is
Maybe I'm also sad that Phil's love never counts as something worth living for
I hope that the heavens are kind to you, that your future is bright. I pray that He'll hold you in his arms and that you'll let yourself be saved.
I love you, I'm sorry.
I'll miss you.
"Do you remember when you asked me what love was? And I couldn't give you an answer? Well I think that this, right here, is what love is."
"Love is entering into a house on fire just give me a hug?"
"I would go anywhere just to be able to see you"
The Karakura Gang only knew the Ichigo's Urahara, the guy who bowed in apologies to their friend and is always helping. And the new shinigami generation most know him as Ichigos's mentor. And after two wars and so many rebellions Urahara is respected and look up. The old shinigami generation still confused how that happened. Urahara is the most confused.
I could see that. Urahara has all these teenagers/younger generation of Shinigami hanging out in his shop every day, and whenever one of the Gotei 13 stop by, they just⦠donāt get it. Like, this is Urahara, practically a sociopath in some ways, with more blood on his hands than most people they know and a tendency for not-strictly-legal experiments, and they donāt understand why Ichigo and co. just donāt seem to get it. Maybe they donāt know. So Rukia and Renji get warned, and they mention it to Ichigo, but from Renjiās experience, all he really knows of Urahara is the guy calling him a freeloader all the time and making him stock shelves and do chores, and itās annoying but not exactly evil. And yeah, Urahara placed the Hogyoku in Rukia, but the guy apologized, maybe because Ichigo made him, but things turned out fine in the end, and the fact that he listensĀ to Ichigo at all is a sticking point for her. Ichigo makes her want to strangle him sometimes, but heās got a good eye for people, for who they are on the inside, and he makes them loyal, makes them better, and if Uraharaās willing to follow Ichigoās lead, then she thinks she can at least trust him not to deliberately throw them into the deep end again.
The others - Ishida, Chad, Inoue - they witnessedĀ Urahara apologizing to Ichigo. And they didnāt know a lot about him, but even they could tell that behind the jokes and sly smiles and collected calm was enough pride that the man wouldnāt bow to just anyone. But the guy knelt and bowed and apologized to Ichigo, tossed his pride aside and let a teenager judge him, the last thing any of them expected him to do, and a man like that probably deserves at least a second chance. Besides, IchigoĀ forgave him, so it seems kind of pointless for any of them to hold a grudge. Even to Ishida, Uraharaās mostly okay for a Shinigami. At least heās not Kurotsuchi.
And Ichigo. Ichigo didnāt really expect Urahara to admit he was in the wrong either. He didnāt seem the type. If he did fuck up, he seemed the sort to gloss over it and try to fix it and possibly fuck up some more, but not apologizeĀ for any of it, much less put himself out there like he did for Ichigo when he didnāt even expect Ichigo to forgive him. So whatever, Urahara kind of screwed them over a bit, screwed Rukia over a lot, but itās not like he didnāt help them too, as much as he could, and Ichigo figures so long as he doesnāt do it again, he can let bygones be bygones. And it turns out, Urahara mostly doesnāt do it again. He helps them through war and a fuck-ton of rebellions and invasions and almost-end-of-the-worlds, he never asks for anything in return, and heās always willing to lend them a hand or teach them something they donāt know. He neverĀ sides with the Gotei 13, always with them, and thatās worth more than Ichigo can say. Even Shinji and the others hopped back into the Gotei 13 as soon as they could. Urahara stayed. Thatās worth a lot in Ichigoās books. Yeah, he ignored him just like all the others in those two years Ichigo lost his powers, which was incidentally also partially Uraharaās fault, but he was also the one who came up with a way to restore them, and by that point, Ichigoās fond enough of him that thereās actually fairly little he wouldnātĀ forgive the guy for.
He gets hints of Uraharaās past throughout their acquaintance, and the older generation of Shinigami eventually tell him more through Rukia and Renji, but to Ichigo, itās the present that matters, itās what Urahara does now that matters, and what he does now is help, no matter what the situation is, no matter the time, and heās always solidly in their corner, even more than the Visored or Ichigoās own dad. Uraharaās a friend at this point, and Ichigo is notorious for fighting anyone who fucks with his friends.
For his part, Urahara doesnāt know when his shop became central station for the spiritually aware population of Karakura. The place is a lot busier these days, he gets Ichigo and his friends doing their homework at his dining table, Abarai-san comes down once in a while and grumbles his way through ābudgeting all his shit properlyā, and Rukia tags along and regularly buys Chappy merchandise from him even though he knows there are perfectly good stores in Seireitei that sell the same things.
Ichigo most of all comes over for tea, often (Ichigo makes the tea too). Sometimes he stays for dinner, and Urahara finds himself enjoying his company. They donāt even talk about Shinigami issues most of the time, and they donāt run out of conversation.
(Eventually, when theyāre in Seireitei and some random Shinigami - old enough to remember the rumours of what Urahara Kisuke was infamous for - makes a snide comment and sneers and trashtalks him to his buddies, well, Urahara doesnāt care. Heās heard worse, and itās not entirely an undeserved reputation. But IchigoĀ takes exception, because who the fuck does this guy think he is, acting like he has the right to judge one of Ichigoās people when heās willing to bet the asshole has never exchanged a single word with Urahara? The bastard keeps talking, and between one blink and the next, Ichigoās punted him through a wall, Eleventh Division style, hard enough that heāll be in the Fourth for a while. Inoue blinks after the guy and very pointedly doesnāt offer to heal him, Ishida sniffs disdainfully and mutters contemptuously about Shinigami, and Chad flashes his arm at one of the idiots who looks like they want to try taking them on. He changes his mind quickly.
They proceed to drag an utterly bemused Urahara out of there. Later, he finds out Rukia and Renji managed to get the group demoted as well. Itās a novel experience for him, having people defend him, even when he doesnāt need it.)
Wilbur shook his head, āIāve never lied to you.ā
(...)
Wilbur lifted his mask
āIf I truly believed it was the truth, does that make me a liar?ā
(...)
āThatās the difference between me and Schlatt. Thatās the difference between me and Phil. Thatās the difference between me and Quackity.ā The sparks had stopped flying so it was impossible to make out Wilburās facial expressions as he spoke. āI have never lied to you. I have been wrong but never lied to you, Tommy. I wonāt lie to you. Do you trust me, Tommy? āCos right now I feel like you donāt trust me.ā
(Excerpt from Hitting on 16 by Wilbur Soot)
So, in this line, Wilbur references Schlatt and Quackity as purposeful liars while saying that in his Pogtopia mindset he wasn't lying because he truly believed what he was saying would come true, thus differentiating them, and it's pretty obvious that he's referring to stuff both of them (Schlatt and Quackity) did and said during the Manburg administration (which he still has a lot of resentment for).
However, he also mentions Phil, and I haven't seen anyone yet say where exactly Phil's lie that Wilbur references is. Well, I think I got it:
VOD: Healthy competition, 25th July, 8:03
Wilbur: Not many people do. I mean, Phil, you donāt seem afraid of me, youāre not afraid of me, are you, Phil?
Phil: No, not at all
Wilbur: Good. Good, ācause Iām not afraid of you
I think this is where Wilbur is convinced that Phil lied.
He says that "Good. Good, 'cause I'm not afraid of you" only after a pause, in what I can only describe as a slightly distrustful tone. "Not showing his true colours" with that response one could say:
āI think, I think you might be a bit braver than me, in showing your true colours. I feel like with you, Ranboo, I never have to be guessing your next move, I never have to be guessing your hand, you know? I feel like life dealt us the same cards, and the difference is that you build your trust by showing people your cards, while I keep them close to my chest. And I feel like that might be the big difference.ā - (Wilburās Healthy Competition: 41:22, 25th July)
And this is also supported by the very explicit way in which later on the same stream he says:
āCan I be real with you, man? I think I scare people.ā - (Wilburās Healthy Competition: 36:30, 25th July)
Heās convinced that people are afraid of him, that his social limbo is ever-reaching and that everyone looks at him like they did in Pogtopia, that they see him as crazy and scary, thus, heād see that Phil just lied to him there
āI mean, like I, I, I, I donāt think I, I- I think a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them, you know? Like theyāve seen what I can do, and they donāt want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.ā - (Wilburās Healthy Competition: 36:46, 25th July)
āIām living in eternal limbo, again. Iāve been through limbo, Iām out of limbo, and socially, Iām still in this limbo.ā - (Wilburās Healthy Competition: 38:36, 25th July)
āAnd, man, Ranboo, hearing you say those words that you said to me. Do you remember what you said? You said, 'I think people can changeā, that was number one. And number two, you said youāre scared if people donāt like you.ā - (Wilburās Healthy Competition: 38:45, 25th July)
āOkay. Tubbo, Iāve literally- I was dead for thirteen years. I know it wasnāt long for you, I know it was only a couple months for you, but, thirteen years, Tubbo. Thirteen years of my life. I aged! Look at me, Iām not the same young man you knew!ā - (Wilburās A Year Later: 20:52, 3rd Aug)
āI relived that explosion in my head so many times man. And, and, and I- I get that you donāt, you donāt trust me, I do, but like, man, look at me, bro, Iām not gonna do it again. Iām not gonna- Iām not gonna hurt you again.ā - (Wilburās A Year Later: 21:21, 3rd Aug)
As cc!Wilbur mentioned in that one reddit post (it's in the replies): Quackity makes him feel human, while "everybody's trying to get on his god side out of fear", he remarks Quackity as "Someone who looks at him, not as "insane" not as "evil" or a "freak" but rather just unpredictable. Human. This is exciting for Revivedbur. He feels human again."
Quackity and Ranboo are the two he feels look at him as a person, not as just "that crazy man from Pogtopia", that's why he opens up so completely to Ranboo, it's why he remarks this:
āI feel alive, Ranboo, I feel alive. Someoneās looking at me and talking to me! Iām alive, Iām alive! This is great.ā - (Wilburās Unhealthy Competition: 27:22, 4th Aug)
Phil however, enters in the larger camp of "looks at me with fear" (as well as the camp to use him as a scapegoat after his death), he's in the larger group of people Wilbur feels the need to appeaase by having more obvious comeuppance:
āDream is- Heās had his comeuppance, and I have not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for this people. Theyāre just waiting, theyāre waiting for the next thing for me to slip up on, and, Ranboo, Iām not gonna fucking slip up, Ranboo. Iām different.ā - (Wilburās Healthy Competition: 38:07, 25th July)
This also is a lie that Wilbur would care about, because I've seen others mention how Phil lied about Fried having infinite lives, which was in reality a "replace the goldfish" situation and how Phil also lied about not killing him no matter what he did or said in november 16th. However, Wilbur wouldn't care much for either of those instances, as he saw him dying on the 16th as something good and didn't pay much attention to Friend.
But his father apparently lying to him about no being scared of him? About not looking at him like crazy and hopeless just as everyone else when he's especially struggling with feeling like he can't count on anyone on account of his social limbo? Yeah, that one would affect him alright.
He made wilbur stay in the viewing platform to witness his suicide and the destruction of what they had made together. He made him philza, the pressure plate the button, to prove a point. To defuse the bomb, wilbur. Holy fucking shit