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Fifty Five Feet and Wilbur's feelin sleepy by orphan_account
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
12 Nov 2020
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A bubbling ring filled the night air. Wilbur swallowed, desperately reigning in his emotions so that he could speak. He took a deep breath when he heard the line pick up.
“Wilbur? What are you doing up this late?” Phil’s familiar voice filled the air and relief flooded his chest, but before Wilbur could manage a response another line clicked.“Helloo Phil, Wilbur, what’s up?” Tommy called through the phone. Wilbur bit his tongue so hard he could taste blood. Another blip, “Techno!” The youngest shouted as yet another person joined what was supposed to be a private call.
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Wilbur’s tired. He’s been tired a long time, and he can’t help but feel like he will always be tired.
But now, sitting atop a bridge he’s ready to finally get some rest, all he has left to do is call someone he trusts to say goodbye.
Sucks he called the sleepy bois group chat instead.***HEED THE TAGS
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30 Jun 2026
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Tommy didn’t say much that time, only mentioning that he had only been back for fifteen minutes before Dream had decided to kill him again.
“He wants me to study it,” Tommy admitted quietly, “The afterlife. He wants me to ask you questions.”
Wilbur’s voice was choked with tears when he replied, “Ask us anything you want if it gets him to stop.”
Or, Wilbur does not appreciate the fact that his brother keeps getting yanked out of the afterlife only to be forced to return due to the fancy of a man who plays god.
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- Part 2 of Tales of the Afterlife
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29 Jun 2026
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To HRH, Philza Craft,
Your son, Wilbur Craft, has completed his program here at St Essempi’s School for Troubled Youths. He has met our expectations, learned his place, and can now carry out his duties to the high standards expected of him. We were very proud to be allowed to train a prince of the realm, and we hope you are pleased with the results.
Inside of this package we have placed a number of items that may be of use to you in keeping him under control. Further instructions and advice on using them are in the handbook, also enclosed.
If you are not satisfied with the results, or would like more counseling on continuing his training at home, please do not hesitate to get in touch.Regards,
Ms A. Hardcracker
Headmistress
____________________________Prince Wilbur returns home to his family after four months at a reform school. He's learned proper behaviour... but he isn't the Wilbur his family used to know.
“Wilbur… what did they do to you at that school?”
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29 Jun 2026
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Technoblade looked like the brother he remembered from childhood, the one that would crack deadpan jokes while they worked on the farm, and be invested in the mythology of the Bible.
"I missed you," Wilbur said, voice rough. "I thought you were dead. I missed you so much. I still miss you."
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Wilbur and Technoblade grew up in a doomsday cult. Phil helps them heal from the aftermath.
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29 Jun 2026
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The claws on Phil’s fingers could probably shred Wilbur’s skin to ribbons. Instead though, his touch was as light as could be as he cupped Wilbur’s face, thumb brushing his stinging cheek.
The scales were rough, but didn’t scratch him. If anything, his hand was blessedly cool against the heat on his face.
“Why is only this part of your face red?” Phil asked, his voice low.
Wilbur couldn’t remember the last time someone had cupped his face like this. The last time anyone had been gentle like this with him. It took all of his willpower not to melt into Phil’s hand.
“One of them hit me,” Wilbur admitted softly.
or, Wilbur is the cabin boy on a pirate ship, at least until the ship sinks and he's left marooned on a deserted island. It's just him, the few others that survived the wreck, and the waves to keep them company. Well, and the merman. Because apparently those things are real.
or or, being marooned on an island isn't too bad when you get a found family out of it.
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27 Jun 2026