i cried quite a lot when i drew this so credit to @wAVECOLOR/- and my irls for helping me persevere <3 this took just over 6 and a half hours i actually finished this a week ago, but i didnt know whether to post it like anywhere because uh well b!00d xD happy halloween THIS IS FOR SWC- /dsmp Cold, peace. Instilled within, the message of his brother, 'Let the festival begin,'. Wilbur speculated Tubbo, seeking weakness, peril, anguish. Tubbo knew better. Destruction, Wilbur desired conflicts, desired love, hope for his people, respect, respect for those he loved to return his favours. Seeking a forlorn happiness bestowed to his past. It was always this way, independence and dictatorship, there wasn't any other solution to his false hope. They all believed his hypocrisy like a gentle, comforting breeze. Schlatt raised his hand. A festival, to bring the people of Manberg together. To resolve conflict, to bring confidence to his fidelity. And Tubbo, instilled for his victim. Quackity had always known, he watched in awe, excitement. Then Tubbo was ascending the stage, laughing, cheering. Tommy was hopeful. That day, Wilbur was taking back what he loved, what they created together, with Tubbo by their side. In anguish, flashbacks, the tears on Wilbur's face as he watched the flag fall, to joy, the sight of destruction and the end for tyranny, the belittlement of Schlatt. --- Technoblade was there. Technoblade was convulsed in the voices, they muliplied, further, further. 'Tubbo I'm sorry,' 'TUBBO- TUBBO!' Wilbur wasn't taking it back, not today, at least. --- /not dsmp lol you wont get the writing bit at all if you weren't watching the dsmp during the pogtopia vs manberg era
