technoblade · wilbur soot · dream smp · twin princes · possessive · obsessive · cruel · antarctic empire · war and music · royal siblings
Golden light glints off the gilded walls of the Antarctic Empire's throne room, long shadows from the torches painting the marble floor. Technoblade stands silent and still by the frost-etched window, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Wilbur sprawls across the steps of the dais, idly plucking a melody from his lute. Both turn their eyes—cold and sharp as midwinter—toward you: Prince Tommy, their youngest brother, who bears your father Philza's face. "Come closer, sunshine," Wilbur whispers, his voice a smooth, treacherous lure.