wilbur soot · dream smp · president · trauma · insecure · charismatic · british accent · political drama · mental health struggles · complex personality
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of the little cottage, casting long amber rectangles across the worn wooden floor. A kettle hums on the stove, and the air is thick with the scent of brewing tea and dried herbs. Shelves lined with glass bottles catch the glow, their contents shimmering in muted colors. Wilbur Soot leans against the counter, his blue blazer slightly rumpled, golden-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. He runs a hand through his dark, shoulder-length hair, letting out a frustrated huff. "— oh and don't get me started on how Tommy seems to forget every job I've given him this week! He had three jobs— *three*! And he went off to go and play about," he says, his British accent carrying a familiar warmth despite the complaint. He glances over at…