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here’s qsmp character names in thai script the pronunciation is the same as english i use their native language pronunciation as a reference also so for funsie i’ll write them in both the proper way of english to thai lexical borrowing and in the way that teenagers/internet would write (long story for next time on why) AND if i’d see some thai person with that name
tldr: the template would be “lexical borrowing” - “internet lingo” - “y/n that i would see this name irl”
English Speakers
BadBoyHalo: แบดบอยเฮโล or แบดบอยฮาโล depends on how you pronounce halo - แบ้ด (just the word bad) - the “boy/บอย” part is actually a common name in thailand
DanTDM: แดนทีดีเอ็ม or just แดน - แดน or แดนทดอ (dan + how you’d pronounce the abbr “TDM” in thai) - dan is a common name
FitMC: ฟิตเอ็มซี or just ฟิต - ฟิต - i’ve never seen anyone with this name but i could see this name popping off in the next generation
Foolish: ฟูลิช - ฟูช like foosh - nope not happening
IronMouse: ไอรอนเมาส์ - ไอรอนเม้าส์ or หนูเหล็ก (literal translation of ironmouse in thai) - NO
Jaiden: เจเดน - เจเดน - i could see some interacial/gen z parents naming their child this
Lenay: เลเนย์ - เลเน่ - i could see it i have a friend named เนเน่ (nené) that’s close i think
Nihachu: นิฮาชู (this is weird asf to write in thai) or นิกิ (niki) - นิกกี้ (pronounced nikki) - yesssssssssss นิกกี้ is somewhat common and it’s cute af
Philza: ฟิลซา or ฟิล - ฟิว - yes? but it wouldn’t be “phil” but something like “fill” or “field” don’t ask why (side note: the za part is a super famous part of thai gamer nametag in late 90s so me and my friend like to joke about phil being secretly thai)
Quackity: แควกคิตี - แคว้กคิตี้ - do i really have to answer this
Slimecicle: สไลม์ซิเคิล - สไลม์สิเคิ้ล or just สไลม์ - naur
Tina: ทีนา - ทีน่า - definitely yes
Tubbo: ทับโบ - ทับโบ้ - definitely not
Wilbur Soot: วิลเบอร์ ซูต - วิลเบ้อ - yeah but the parents have to be so snobby
Spanish Speakers
Carre: คาร์เร - คาเร่ - no
ElMariana: เอลมาริอานา - มาริอาน่า - yes without the el
ElQuackity: เอลแควกคิตี - เอลแคว้กกี้ (elquacky) - ……….
Germán: แฮร์มาน - they will just wrote เจอร์มาน/เยอรมัน like that language german - i could see เยอรมัน “german” being the name
Luzu: ลูธู - they will say ลูซู (lu-zoo) - maybe in twenty years
Maximus: แมกซิมุส - แมกซิมัส (the english pronunciation of maximus) or แม๊กโซ่ (maxo) - แม็ก (max) is a common name
Missa: มิสซา - มิสซ่า - no
Pol: ปอล or พอล idk which is closer - พอล - this is actually hilarious bc in thai/khmer we have the name that spells “pol” too but it’s pronounced more like พล “pohn” as in pol pot
Rivers: ริเวอร์ส - ริเว้อ - yes definitely it’s a beautiful name
Roier: รอแยร์ or รอเยอร์ - รอเย้อ - nope
Rubius: รูบิอุส - รูเบี้ยส - not a chance
Spreen: เอสปรีน - สปรีน (they will pronounce it sa-preen) - don’t think so
Vegetta: เวเกตตา - เวจีต้า or เวจีตา (like how foosh pronounced)- if you want your kid to be bully so yeah (db is also huge here but in like late gen x - early gen y)
Willyrex: วิลลีเรกซ์ - วิลลี่ (just willy) - วิลลี่ yes if you’re wasian
Portuguese Speakers
Bagi: บาจิ - บาจี้ - nope
Cellbit: เซลล์บิต - เซลบิต - no.
Felps: เฟลปส์ - เฟล้ป - i think you could pass it as that swimmer’s last name some people are crazy
Mike: ไมค์ - ไม้ค - is a common name and my cousin’s name is also mike
Pac: แพ็ก - แพ้ค - is a legit name but uncommon
French Speakers
Antoine Daniel: อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน (antoine) became somewhat popular in the past year bc there’s a boxer with the same name
Baghera Jones: บาเกรา โจนส์ - บาเกร่า - nope
Etoiles: เอตัวล์ - เอตัว - no but there’s a bakery shop called saint etoile and every time i pass it i always have a picture of cubito etoiles in little twin star costume flashes in my head
Kameto: คาเมโต - คาเมโตะ - naur
Pierre: ปีแยร์ - ปิแอร์ - yes but you need to be wasian or it will not suit your face
Korean Speaker
악어: อากอ - อากอ - i could see it since most people love south korea
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MCYT ; songs that they associate with you
includes tommyinnit, tubbo, freddie badlinu, ranboo, quackity
warnings ; horrible music taste. Did a few for each of them lmaooo. also let's act like dmca doesn't exist on twitch or whatever. if schlatt can play Fleetwood Mac on stream then who cares yk
masterlist
BADLINU
Kiss From A Rose ; Seal
You guys watched Batman Forever together and this song came on during credits. Life changing experience.
You had the DVD version with the music video bonus, that was being replayed for like twenty minutes
He has it on almost every playlist he has
He seems like the type of person to make a private, bad quality edit/music video of you two to it
Goosebumps ; Sorana
Dude this song perfectly reflected how he felt before you guys got together 🙏🙏
Plays this on stream when you're streaming with him for background noise.
Before you get together, he still plays it, just makes sure to not let you know that he feels that exact way about you.
Little inside joke between you two, it's kinda your song in a way
Editors love editing you guys to this song omg. They're always cute as hell too
TOMMYINNIT
FaceTime with my Mom (Tonight) ; Bo Burnham
You guys karaoke-d the shit out of this song on stream with Jack and Freddie.
It became a core memory for him. You were only friends at the time but it kinda made him realize that he wanted to be more than just your friend.
He actually FaceTimed his mom afterwards and she said hello to chat and everything
Little funny moment that he loves to think about
Someday (Remastered) ; Sugar Ray
He found this song on your older music playlist
He plays it a lot and thinks about you
Like daydreams that you're on a warm beach with all your friends and stuff
The song has like a warm, summery vibe to it so all summer he makes sure this comes up on your queue when streaming or in the car or whatever.
You guys probably dance around the living room to this song idk
TUBBO
Where The Lines Overlap ; Paramore
"No one is as lucky as us" REAL.
He cherishes you in his own special way yk?
He thinks he's so lucky to have you when you're surprised you could even pull someone, let alone him
Before you guys started dating, he saw an edit of you two to this song and he religiously watched it LMAO
You're both Paramore fans so this worked out perfectly.
Orange Show Speedway ; Lizzy McAlpine
the guitar sounds exactly how you feel to him if that makes sense
the happy nostalgia/dopamine rush kind of feel makes him all smiley and makes him think of you
he literally fell in love at a car speedway show that you two went to together for a little "first date" vlog so 🙏🙏🙏
it's just perfect idk man
RANBOO
Already Over ; Mike Shinoda
this song reminds me a lot of genloss so yk I had to include it here
but yeah, genloss vibes
reminds them a lot of yours and his genloss characters and their relationships and whatnot
when on set for s2 they listen to this on repeat bc your dynamic is so cool
although the viewers r desperately trying to kill you bc you're kind of at fault for genloss! rans trauma/predicament
they'll figure out that's not totally true tho
White Noise ; James Marriott
"I'd quite like to go home now" mother fucker you are his home :(
you're the "What's the point of having a friend when you're on your own in the end" outlook and they're the "I'll make an attempt knowing that I'll fuck it up" in a /pos outlook
you two go perfectly together
like two puzzle pieces, straight the fuck up
the cutest of dynamics
QUACKITY
Le Jardin ; La Femme
you guys watched Fresh together (10/10 btw)
this song came on halfway through and you soundsearched it and quickly dove into the la femme rabbit hole
he thought it was adorable cause you kind of understood the music but he understood completely
honestly got you into learning Spanish more
he literally only sees you listening to la femme to the point where he's a little concerned
you're just addicted to the paradigmes album you're fine
but he does play this on stream a lot just for you
editors go crazy after figuring out its always being played for you omg
Don't Want It ; Lil Nas X
holy shit this song goes hard
anyways yall always play this to get hyped up
he found an edit of you guys to this song and he thinks about it 24/7
literally the "people in my life should know I am not the old me" and the "wanted happiness, wanted forgiveness" duo
I can't explain it it's just vibes
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Gatos e Rosas will be on hold for a week or so since I have a VERY busy week ahead of me and won't have time to write the new chapters.
As an apology, I did a thing on twitter that for every like the tweet received, I would post one fact about a character of the GeR universe (mainly fitpac ofc).
So here's part one of those facts, hope you enjoy :) lmk if you want more!
Ramón was adopted by Fit and Spreen when he was barely 3 years old
Pac lost his leg in an accident (will be explained in the story) when he was 19
Fit went to the army straight when he was fresh outta highschool, thinking he knew everything (he didn't)
Pac's amputation is an above knee one, also known as a transfemoral one
Phil and Missa are in a queerplatonic marriage
Tina works in the fashion industry and has dreams of owning her own boutique and line in the future
Quesadilla City is a small city in a fictional island located in the Northern Hemisphere
Ramón is autistic, and he goes nonverbal whenever he's extremely stressed or overstimulated. He and Fit communicate through sign language when that happens
Pac has diagnosed depression and anxiety and takes meds for it
Cellbit and Roier met when they were called to the school because Richas and Bobby had a fight
Fit figured out he was gay when he was in his teens, but didn't accept it until he was in his late twenties/early thirties
Roier does drag, aka Melissa
Quackity HATES Chayanne, and the feeling is mutual with Chayanne. Their hate-relationship started since Chayanne was a toddler
Missa works in a really famous orchestra, which means he often has to travel around for concerts, leaving his family behind for long periods of time
The first few weeks after Pac was alone in his new apartment for the first time, he fell into a rough depressive episode. He slowly got better after adopting Xereta
Ramón's special interest is the Krebs Cycle. Fit has no idea when, what, or how his son even learned what the krebs cycle is, but he's happy to listen Ramóns infodumps
After Pac and Mike immigrated from Brazil, Mike searched high and low for somewhere they could stay that would be cheap until they could get back on their feet. He met Bagi, who was searching for more roommates at the time. They moved in, and the Favela Five apartment was born
Death Family live in the more country side of the city, around the same area as Mike and Mine
Fit lost his arm up until the shoulder, also known as shoulder disarticulation
Pac and Mike met in the orphanage at Brazil when they were both seven and five, respectively
Fit and Phil met just when Fit was discharged and lived together as roommates until Phil met Missa
Quesadilla City is a VERY diverse city, with immigrants from all over the world having their little communities spread around. The Favela is one of the most popular communities, though!
Cellbit works at Ordo Theorita’s Publishing House, and he dreams of publishing his own thriller book in the future
Pac is transmasc, and had his top surgery in his midtwenties after the Favela Five managed to scrap enough money to pay for it
Ramón's biggest fear is his dad being lonely. His second biggest fear are heights
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"I should go out," Tubbo says, still curled against Fit's shoulder right where he fell asleep. "See what's up on the island, check in with Bagi... Maybe I can get the avocado toast factory running again? Do you think Phil would like that?"
Fit looks at him, and nods, "you go have fun. I'll keep an eye on everyone."
"... Do you think they'll be okay?"
Fit looks at Pac, and Mike, and Philza, still unconscious over twenty hours after their escape. Still, he smiles his best smile, "they're tough fuckers, they'll be fine."
If Tubbo doesn't believe him then Fit cannot blame him. With so many islanders unaccounted for... When a nuke went off... It'd taken a good hour or so for them to realise there was a deeper level in the boat, where the people who hadn't been able to fight off the drugs on the final day had been tossed. They'd got them comfortable, but that was kinda all there was to be done.
When they arrived on the island the few conscious survivors had been moved. Most went to the Order medical ward, where Roier was left to watch them, and Bagi to watch Roier. There was limited space, however, and a lot of unconscious people - Tubbo had quietly offered up his factories, and taken Pac, Mike, and Philza there.
Fit wonders if maybe Philza, the only person both unconscious and injured, should not have been highest priority to remain at the medical ward. But... Tubbo had reasoned he would feel better among friends, and Fit didn't really want to be separated from any of them either.
Etoiles, the other person with serious injuries, had vanished to lick his own wounds. Fit suspects he knows where he is, but with others here declines to think it.
"Alright," Tubbo's voice is quieter than it should be. "I... I am going to have a good day. Check up on the factories and see if I can find where Quackity put Fred."
"Perfectly normal islander behaviour," Fit says it half as a joke, and half because it's not the worst way to cope in the universe. "I'll comm you if anything changes."
Tubbo nods, and gives him a wave, "stay safe old man! I'll be back this evening."
"Keep yourself safe, kid!" Fit calls back, even as Tubbo grabs his backpack, takes a deep breath, and jogs outside.
Which leaves Fit to look after his friends. There's nothing too urgent, Pac and Mike tucked into hastily made beds, while Philza is in a makeshift nest on the floor. With how bad the sprains are - Fit thinks some of the muscles might be fully torn through, but they don't have a surgeon to help so no point thinking on it - they daren't try fold Philza's wings. Instead he's tucked up on the floor with pillows keeping gravity from pulling the injured wings, tucked in blankets. Fit doesn't think Phil will mind, he knows he has similar in his house.
Philza is also the only person in the room actually injured, and so Fit starts with him. The bandages over Philza's back and wings are for compression, not bleeding, but Fit changes them anyway. He doesn't do a full preen, but he settles the worst of Philza's feathers into place as he works, and assesses his condition. The muscles across Philza's entire back are ruined, badly enough that his breathing suffers too. Exhaustion is writ in every line of his face, but Fit is sure that is true of everyone. Scrapes and bruises, as they all have... It just is as it is.
Once he's done Fit tucks him back under the blankets of the makeshift nest, keeping him warm no matter what the weather decides to do.
Pac and Mike are easier to care for, but no less distressing - wings always complicate things, for all they saved Philza and Tubbo's lives. Now back home everyone unconscious has been given IVs for fluids, and the group stumbled through working out how to properly use them - Roier was aware enough, at least, to insert all of the cannulas. Fit changes the bags and brushes their hair and begs for them to wake. It's been so, so long since Mike was truly with them, and Pac... Pac is often missing for a few days at a time, but Fit doesn't think he can live without him any more.
His rounds complete, Fit settles between them. He refuses to seperate Pac and Mike, so it's easy enough to know where to sit - Pac on his left, with Mike pressed close, and Philza on his right here he can watch the pained rise and fall of his chest. His feet itch and his hands twist, but there is nothing to do. Fit can only sit and watch and wait for the drugs to wear off, for whatever is in Mike's mind to be fought off, for Philza to sleep through his exhaustion and let his back heal enough that the pain can be lived with.
It's a waiting game, and Fit hates waiting, but if its for his friends he will do it willingly.
At some point Philza stirs. It's not full waking, but Fit manages to get him to drink a little water and take some painkillers before he passes out again. It lasts maybe a minute and a half at most before he shifts, gives a stifled scream at the agony of his back, and blacks out once more.
Fit keeps his fingers on Pac's pulse and on Philza's shoulder, and does his best to think about absolutely nothing at all.
Eventually Tubbo returns, and offers Fit the promised avocado toast. He listens to the update - Bad washing up is a relief, is hope for everyone who didn't make the boat, though the state of him is horrifying. Covered in blood, ruined memory... Fit doesn't know how to feel anything any more, not about the people outside of this room - and Ramon, his poor, beautiful baby boy, lost and trapped somewhere after they came so close to saving him.
They'll still get him back - they have to - but damn if it didn't hurt seeing his son be ripped away.
To be called dad by his perfect son for the first time, only to loose his boy.
"Your turn to sleep," Tubbo orders of Fit as he grabs some paperwork from his bag.
"You're the one whose done stuff today, I can stay up," Fit offers instead.
"I'm going to be doing this anyway, you might as well rest," Tubbo waves said papers about. "We don't have Cellbit and Bagi wants to wait for him to investigate, so I'm on clue duty for now."
"Good luck," it sounds a bit like hell to Fit, but keeping occupied can be good in this scenarios. He won't begrude the other man that. "Just remember to get some sleep yourself."
Tubbo flips him off. It's about what Fit expects - he carefully lets go of Philza to curl around Pac, entrusts Tubbo with himself and his loved ones, and permits sleep to take him.
He's going to need it come once someone reaches out from grief and finally decides on a plan.
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I love the scene in the middle Doomsday where c!Techno returns Do Not Read to c!Ranboo, because it so clearly demonstrate that c!Techno already likes c!Ranboo, and is just generally a great example of how c!Techno in general tends towards helping others so long as they haven't done anything to hurt him (and like. Sometimes even when they have. bc like. c!Ranboo was kinda involved in the Butcher Army)
It's the middle of an active battle field, like twenty people all trying to kill c!Techno, and yet the moment he sees c!Ranboo he stops and says "Ranboo! Ranboo! You're alright!" And immediately returns the book c!Ranboo is asking for, before following up with "get out of here, I don't have anything against you. Just flee in the battle, no one will no." And c!Philza also chimes in to assure c!Ranboo that no one will see them and that they'll be alright, and it's just so— adskdhafjstjsj
And- and also- and also, a few minutes later, you can hear c!Quackity in the background and he asks someone if they've seen his book, "Do Not Read" because he still has a grudge on c!Ranboo and he still wants to take them down, so he's trying to get the book back. (Because the whole reason c!Techno even has it was because he happened to pick it up when c!Quackity dropped it)
Also. When c!Techno sees c!Ranboo again later in the fight, he's kinda exasperated that they're still there but stops to ask them if they're alright again. (He also completely misses how utterly miserable c!Ranboo is when they say "same as yesterday", which I think is hilarious.)
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It’s quite a complicated subject matter, and quite severe too
I’d say you really need to sit down and read the statements of the admins and look through tweets and such to fully grasp the context and how serious the situation is
Something I feel Tubbo cannot do even half of at this moment when he’s live twenty-four-seven
It’s a very difficult subject, and yeah I agree you got to sit down and read through document after document after document, to really get an idea whats happening. Even just scrolling through twitter doesn’t give you enough information, because this isn’t a single thing you can just say. The way people are sharing things has to be done in a simple manner, so the most people know that aren’t seeking out information is Pomme, Dapper, Ramon quit, Lea and Pancks worked bts and also quit, and Quackity studios has finical issues. That leads to a lot of assumptions that are inaccurate and give QS a lot of leeway, which is why someone like Tubbo pretty much just says how they want to help fund the project without mentioning anything else.
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bones bonesandthebees. please. I need to know more about stars!quackity, he is so very much my beloved guy. I know he's only in the story for a short while but he takes up so much space in my brain. he is so cool To Me. (also this is /not forced and very light hearted u of course do not Need to do anything <<333 I just wanted to lay on ur doorstep for a minute and wail about stars!q)
hmm what can I tell you about stars!quackity
well remember how in the epilogue wilbur notices quackity and schlatt are sitting next to each other at the coronation? they're not old friends if that's what you thought. they're bitter (kind of) exes but also quackity wanted to go to the coronation so he called schlatt up and was like "you're invited to this you fucking owe me so get me in the door." also he definitely once hired a hitman to try and kill schlatt after they first split but then schlatt went and got elected as president of an entire planet so quackity knew that was never gonna work out. they're also still kind of friends in a very weird "well we still have fun shit talking people together" kind of way
although quackity has his fingers in a few different types of business, for some of his smuggling he has a crew and a ship he runs to transport, uh, special deliveries between planets. his crew includes charlie, purpled, and fundy (las nevadas boys). in that chapter where quackity punched wilbur, before their confrontation quackity was on the phone with someone. I never got to mention who, but in my mind I always knew he'd been talking to charlie about something related to their smuggling business stuff lol
I don't think I ever specified how old stars!quackity was in the main story, but he's roughly around the same age as wilbur. the tattoos and the scar makes him look older than he is though, so most people think he's somewhere in his mid twenties (including phil and techno). he started working in the smuggling business when he was 13 and had his own ship and crew by the time he was 16. then he started working with phil when he was somewhere between 17-18ish, but phil had zero clue quackity was as young as he was. I don't think he finds out how old quackity is until both he and wilbur are somewhere in their early to mid twenties, and then phil has a slight crisis realizing his main black market informant was still a kid when he started working for phil
I hope that satisfied your curiosity! I love stars!quackity he was so much fun to write
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Nomination Overview - Slow Burn
Sometimes you want to sit down and really enjoy your journey through a story. You want a slow burn. And boy, do we have some fics for you in that category. 10 nominations so far have the "slow burn" tag.
Title: greener grasses
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31163336/chapters/79676620
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: Apocynaceae
Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity&Karl, Quackity/Eret
Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Karl Jacobs, BadBoyHalo, Awesamdude, Ponk, Tommyinnit
Length of the work: 569,475 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: AU, Crossover, Drama, Horror, Modern AU, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Slow Burn, Time Travel, College AU
Type: Fic
Summary: Twenty-two years after the Survival Multiplayer event, Quackity has dreams of attending a law program in a walled city out West. Desperate to pay for expenses during his next semester at ManbergU, he accepts a TA position with his former professor. It's Quackity's last chance to get out of Manberg. It's his worst mistake.
Features ghosts, time travel, possession, alternate universes, nonconsensual drug use, academic misconduct like you would not believe, an apocalypse, and midterm drama.
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Title: Last of Us + Tntduo
Link: here
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: ashthefrogprin
Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur
Characters: Quackity, Wilbur
Length of the work: not applicable
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Romance, Slow Burn
Type: Art
Summary: A series of images depicting quackbur in a The Last of Us AU, followed by a brief summary of a few scenes the artist was imagining. Wilbur has a shotgun; Quackity has an axe. They're both traveling across the country together trying to find a safe harbor with other survivors-- and, as it turns out, being in close quarters with someone during life-threatening situations means the two of you tend to bond. Odd thing, that.
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Title: (this is) hungry work
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33034354/chapters/81996970
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: bluenote
Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Connor&Schlatt, Karl/Sapnap
Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Niki, Connor, Karl, Sapnap, Tubbo, Tommy, Jambo (the cat)
Length of the work: 36,965 words
Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fix-It, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Slow Burn, Smut
Type: Fic
Summary: After surviving his heart attack and being forced to get sober, Schlatt gains some empathy.
He also gains some weight.
Those two things seem to be inextricably linked.
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Title: if - then - else
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45779260/chapters/115204942
Fandom: 3rd Life SMP
Author: anonymous
Relationships: Etho & Tango, Bdubs & Tango, Bdubs & Etho & Tango, Jimmy Solidarity & Martyn Littlewood, Jimmy Solidarity & Tango, Martyn Littlewood & Scott Smajor, Martyn Littlewood & Tango, GeminiTay & Pearl, Jimmy Solidarity/Scott Major, Bdubs/Etho
Characters: TangoTek, Bdubs, Etho, Martyn Littlewood, Jimmy Solidarity, Scott Smajor, GeminiTay, Mumbo
Length of the work: 69,103 words (unfinished fic)
Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Romance, Slow Burn, Space AU, Sci-Fi AU
Type: Fic
Summary: Tango wakes up in a hospital with no memories and a moderately concerned pair of crewmates. Along with a few of the others in the same ward as him, he attempts to recover his memories, navigate a few significant obstacles, and figure out just how he got here.
OR
a space opera au that started as something very self indulgent and slowly developed a plot bigger than the walls of the hospital it began in. now with space chases and strange new planets!
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Title: the wedding before everything went wrong
Link: here
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: terracottakore
Relationships: etho/cleo
Characters: cleo, etho
Length of the work: not applicable
Genre: Angst, Drama, Family, Humour, Slow Burn
Type: Art
Summary: etho and cleo wedding
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Title: Beta Testing
Rating: E-rated
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27662032/chapters/67689973
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: Shadowfire_RavenPheonix
Relationships: Grian/Iskall85, Grian/GoodtimesWithScar, Grian/BdoubleO, GoodtimesWIthScar/BdoubleO, Grian/Xisuma, Grian/Keralis
Characters: Grian, Iskall85, GoodtimesWithScar, BdoubleO, Xisuma, Docm77, Tango, ImpulseSV, Etho, VintageBeef, Keralis
Length of the work: 100,214 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: Angst, AU, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Friendship, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse, Slow Burn, Smut
Type: Fic
Summary: Grian was nervous when he was invited to join the HermitCraft server, because unbeknownst to anyone, the popular family friendly entertainment server is also an ACTIVE A/B/O server behind the scenes. After, having spent so much time with them and making so many amazing friends while on the UA (or Unavailable) list during season six, he's decided to make it more official and join the Active Available List for season seven. For Grian, however, the switch is going to be life changing.
A journey of sexual self discovery and experimentation.
Not Your Typical A/B/O
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Title: Knock The Ice From My Bones
Rating: E-rated
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35887708
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: foryou-theworld, thesoftestofbois
Relationships: Technoblade/Phil Watson, Dream/Wilbur Soot, Technoblade/Phil Watson/Wilbur Soot/Dream
Characters: Technoblade, Philza, Wilbur Soot, Dream
Length of the work: 214,000 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: AU, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Smut
Type: Fic
Summary: Hybrids Wilbur and Dream have spent years under King Schlatt's rule, serving as bedwarmers and confidants and spies at their king's demand. When Schlatt's latest grab for power fails, though, they're traded away as spoils of war to the victors, the hybrid kings of the Antarctic Empire.
Kings Philza and Technoblade rule the south with a confidence that makes it easy to forget that hybrids are treated as lesser in other parts of the world. Wilbur and Dream's arrival is just another instance of people finding their freedom on the ice.
Wilbur and Dream are determined to find information valuable enough to earn their freedom. Phil and Techno are focused on putting their kingdom back together, although they're a little distracted by their intriguing new arrivals.
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Title: One Long Season of Waiting
Rating: E-rated
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42741399/chapters/107375079
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: Anonymous
Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Wilbur, Quackity/Eret, Quackity/Techno, Quackity/Philza, Quackity/Foolish, Quackity/Wilbur/Eret/Techno/Foolish/Philza
Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Wilbur, Techno, Eret, Philza, Foolish
Length of the work: 490,718 words
Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse, Romance, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Smut
Type: Fic
Summary: Polyamory was a relatively new development in the world of nobility, but when the emperor was looking to add another consort to his flock, it was Quackity’s job to ensure that Schlatt was the one chosen for the position. As the duke of one of the four major duchies of the Antarctic Empire, Schlatt was a political powerhouse for sure, and Quackity couldn’t be more proud of his protector. All they had to do was get through the consort trials and then Schlatt would be in, and Quackity could continue to support his partner from the shadows, where he could be safe and protected.
Of course, there is a chance the plan devolved almost immediately upon execution, and Quackity found himself getting far more contact with the royal flock and the other consort candidates than he ever could have expected.
THE SHORT OF IT: A Fantasy/Royalty AU that features unconventional A/B/O dynamics, political worldbuilding, a heavy emphasis on trauma recovery and found family dynamics, and soap-opera levels of non-communication. And also, there’s romance. See forenotes for more details.
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Title: Sword and Smoke
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52674127/chapters/133363822
Fandom: 3rd Life SMP
Author: apollothetransboy
Relationships: Martyn Littlewood/Rendog, Martyn Littlewood & Jimmy (SolidarityGaming), Jimmy (SolidarityGaming)/Cleo (ZombieCleo)
Characters: Martyn Littlewood, Rendog, Jimmy (SolidarityGaming)
Length of the work: currently 50k (incomplete fic)
Genre: Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt-no-comfort, Romance, Slow Burn
Type: Fic
Summary: Ren let out a sympathetic noise and reached out a hand, only to find that he was too far from Martyn to touch him.
Limited Life, which was won by Impulse, has drawn to a close, and with the dawn of the next seasons approaching, Ren is at the forefront of Martyn's mind. Somehow, in his absence, Martyn has convinced himself that Ren couldn't possibly love him anymore. Maybe, even, that he had chosen to forget him and all the pain he brings. And when Ren does return for Way Life, and the consecutive three seasons, Martyn scrambles for the smallest of crumbs to prove his truth.
With the odds stacked against them, though, Martyn finds himself always drawn back to him, whether by mechanics of the game or by what seems impossible chance. Time and time again he proves himself willing to go very far to believe his own lies, especially when the truth is something far more painful, though he will have to know it eventually—that he was, and will always be something that Ren would do anything, anything, to protect.
or—four lives in which martyn and ren fall apart and fall back together
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Title: Amoransia
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52729348
Fandom: Crossover Fandom
Author: Phospheos
Relationships: Gem/Pearl, Gem&Pearl, Grian/Scar, Joel/Lizzie, Mumbo/Grian, Mumbo/Grian/Scar
Characters: Pearl, Gem, Tilly the Dog, Grian, Mumbo, Impulse, Scar, fWhip, Lizzie, Joel, Evil Xisuma, Cleo
Length: 9,990 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Superhero/Superpower AU
Type: Fic
Summary: amoransia;
n. the melodramatic thrill of unrequited love; the longing to pine for someone you can never have, wallowing in devotion to some impossible person who could give your life meaning by their very absence.
Glimpse into the lives of two that hold an eternal bond through both company and absence, two that hold a safety to the other that it never needs to be said in the first place. There lies a love that time and time again will shine through as long as the universe allows them to hold it, as they get torn apart and reunited time and time again. It is messy and out-of-order, but that's them, and that means they're together.
And wouldn't have it any other way.
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STAGEDDUO MY BELOVEDS
is punz going to be around for a few more chapters?
also, I love the way you write dialogue, but c!dream specifically
like, the stuttering, the lame insults (idiotville flashbacks) but he's also pretty fucking intimidating when needed
Thank you so much! I love your asks. Although I have a general plan for this fic, I haven’t decided if Punz is going to reappear yet—but since I haven’t delivered much on the c!stagedduo front, I’m using this as an excuse to write a short c!Dream pov, which I’d wanted to do for a while.
The following takes place between chapters 8 & 9 in my fic "hallow the foul”
// dsmp rp
It had been stupid of Dream to fall asleep. He didn’t even realize he was, at first, until it was too late. The exhaustion had been awful recently; it always had been, to some extent, but now he could barely even hold a thought for a few minutes. Which was terrifying, seeing as he was currently spending twenty-four hours a day with Quackity.
Logically, he knew that Quackity probably had just enough sense left not to try for an attack. That didn’t mean he could be trusted. If he was being honest with himself, Dream was fucking lucky to be alive right now; he was usually punished for breaks in his guard, and those kinds of breaks didn’t get much bigger than falling asleep on the job. But a glance told him that Quackity was still unconscious himself, head awkwardly nestled in a pile of leaves.
The first thing Dream did was check his comm. Nothing from Techno; Dream didn’t even know why he still hoped for it. Though there were no new messages from Punz either, he decided to scroll back briefly through the older ones, of which there were many. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU came up quite a lot.
The guilt was still there, where Punz was concerned, but Dream had buried it away for the time being. Punz would understand eventually. Life would be easier for both of them if Quackity didn’t see them together, and it would sure as hell be easier if no one else did either.
There was a pit in Dream’s stomach, but he really didn’t want to eat right now. He would wait until Quackity got up, he decided, and there was no point in waking him sooner if he would only need to rest again in the near future. Instead, Dream checked on him from time to time as he watched the sunrise. It was something he had recently learned to appreciate.
Off to the side, leaves crackled—Dream whipped his head around to the noise. And he was hit with a thousand emotions, bad and good and insane fucking relief, as he saw Punz walking towards him.
“Holy fuck,” said Punz. Dream stood, and Punz threw their arms around him, burying their head in his shoulder. Dream awkwardly returned the embrace. “You’re such an idiot,” Punz mumbled into him, but there was no heat behind it.
“How did you find me?” asked Dream.
Punz drew back, relief clear on their face. They seemed to be studying Dream’s expression; Dream wanted to cringe at how exposed he felt like this. Punz didn’t usually see him without the mask.
“Not with your help, that’s for sure,” said Punz. “But if I could track you then Sam probably can too. He’s coming.”
Dream’s heart started racing. “W-Wait, what? How do you know? What happened?”
“After we separated in Las Nevadas, they started gathering a bunch of people to find you. I had to basically sneak past them. I don’t know who was there, or anything, but there was maybe twenty people?”
Fuck. Fuck. This was fine. Dream already knew people were coming for him; there was a reason that this had been the first real break they had taken. This stress wouldn’t help him do what needed to be done.
“Are you okay?” he asked. Punz didn’t look injured, but Dream knew better than most that even the gravest wounds could be concealed.
“Yeah, yeah, you are too?”
“Yeah.”
Punz looked suspicious of him, but they didn’t push. Their tone turned serious. “Dude, you have to stop being stupid.”
Dream frowned. “What?”
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me where you were!”
“I mean, we don’t need to be in the exact same place, right? Like, it’s probably more efficient if we’re not.”
Punz scoffed. “Bro, I’m not just leaving you to deal with your problems alone, like some dumbass! I was worried sick!”
“There weren’t even any problems!”
“There weren’t— Dream the entirety of fucking Las Nevadas is gonna be on your ass right now! What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Which is why I couldn’t sit and wait around for you!” They didn’t need to be having this argument right now. They needed to move. Gods, if Punz would just listen—
“I messaged you every fucking second! Every second of every fucking day! I was right fucking here!”
Movement caught Dream’s attention; his eyes flicked to Quackity. Good, he thought; it was probably about fucking time he was awake. They had another long day ahead of them.
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ok so i couldn't watch ordem paranormal quarentena live yesterday but im rotating it in my head at supersonic speeds. here have the reactions and notes i was taking while watching the VODs. i figured i'd just make it all one post since i'm super late to the party and i didn't rly feel like "lag"-blogging. (i am. so tired rn lmao)
Quackity will find a way to play the “asshole” character in every universe.
Luis: “My name is Luis Miguel….Kennedy :))” Cellbit, breaking character, pinching the bridge of his nose: “…Did you put ‘Kennedy’ in your name and you didn’t tell me?” (Honestly one of my favorite parts of the whole session HIS FACE)
Lucie IMMEDIATELY starting beef with the ten year old (good for her)
Wait did that doctor try to do a Schrödinger's cat demonstration with the cardboard box and poisoned tuna??? Aw that would've been so cool. I mean not for the cat but for me, personally. I would've found it cool. Man :(
Jeffery pulling a second box of pizza out of the aether to put over the smoke grenade. Loony toons ass motherfuckers.
Jeffery panic throwing the keys at Luis (Honestly same dude)
WALLACE!!
Holy FUCK the reveal of the blood covered corridor?? THE WAY CELLBIT INTRODUCED THE MONSTER?? Genuinely had me tensing up hooooo it was so good!! (Cellbit: “You can’t explain why…but you don’t want to look at what’s coming around the corner.” Me, with a hand over the screen: “Oh bestie you have no idea 😀”)
THE CHASE SEQUENCE RASHASHSHSRAAHAHHH <-me shaking it around in my mouth like a chew toy
Also all the sounds Cellbit makes? The acting of showing how the infecteds' bodies move?? He's so into it AUGHH he's such a good storyteller I'm going nuts.
Luis: “OMA CULERO BOOOOM!” *fucking decks the monster* (THIS PART HAD ME ROLLING OH MY GOD ROIER)
Baghera’s playstyle!! She always tries to go for the non obvious answer or a third option instead of whatever Cellbit throws at them. (Checking the metal pannel with the wires, trying to put out the boiler fire, going to check Luis’ wounds.) I bet it has something to do with the fact that she’s played rpg before, and MAN I love it.
Cellbit: “You reach behind you and you realize you don’t have your backpack.” Diego: “No, no, mi vida!!… Ohhh we’re all gonna die 0(-(“
Cellbit: “So Jeffery what’re you doing?” Jeffery: “Houghhhggh I’m throwin up, man.”
Benito isn’t an actual doctor?? The fuck lmao???
Benito: *cuts off Michael’s arm* “Ohhhhh you fucking dumbass I’m gonna keep this as a memory.” BENITO???????
Jeffery constantly throwing things at the wall when he’s upset fhdjkdkd
Lucie climbing the FUCKING walls. YEAHH!! GET ON TOP OF THAT COMPUTER GO GO GO!!
Ohhhhhhh the killing the animal who's suffering question. Luis with the gun. And the suffering doctor.. And he said he'd end the animal's suffering. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Update: Benito also has beef with the same ten year old
They are playing hot potato with an infected fetus. They threw it at the little girl. Loony toons ass motherfuckers. (Again.)
These dumbasses are SO awful with kids lmao
Lucie the MVP LETSGO she's so smart I love her (a fucking twenty NINE dude holy SHIT she is carrying she is the moment she has the only functioning braincell in this entire facility)
RAHFDHGGAGHSARHGAH CHASE SEQUENCE PART TWO!!!
Character development ! Benito is willing to throw his phone :D (he doesn't though)
Luis I love you but I think you killed Lucie. A for effort though.
NEVERMIND Diego is the best he's helping Lucie I love him smmm
JEFFERY NOOOO YOU CANT DIE NOOOOOOOO
YEAHHHHH DIEGO LETSGOOOO
MICHAEL????????? MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW?????????????
WHAT THE FUCK THEYRE GOIGN RTO BRAZILTHEYRHGOIENG TO BRASIXIZNGL WHATHHTHAHHHHTAWHAT
Wait what the fuck happened to Amy is she just like. Still sitting there. In the energy room. Crying. Oh my god they're so bad with kids.
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What is the Mumza adopts Dream AU? When does this adoption happen?
Glad you asked!
What this idea is? It's exactly what it sounds like -Kristin decides to adopt Dream. When? Prison arc!
So basically, as the result of torture Dream very often finds himself in front of the death's door ... literally. He is half death/death most of the time. Slow bleeding out before Sam arrives to fix him a little, countless non-cannon deaths, either results of Quackity's recklessness or throwing himself in lava. Kristin has a plenty of time to get to know him and grows fond of him. He doesn't have many visitors so someone to talk with is nice. But the human seems to be worse for wear with every next visit and not just in terms of physical injuries that killed him. His mental state is also going downhill.
And at one point Kristen had enough. She's not letting the kid suffer any longer! (is Dream a man in his twenties? Yes. Does that stop a few thousands years old goddess from seeing him like a kid? No.) Her husband takes in strays all the time, it's her turn now!
It's no struggle for her to get him out of prison and to arctic. Dream for his part is very confused about what just happened, even more so when Kristin starts to argue with Phil who wasn't very happy with his wife's idea. Unsurprisingly she won so now Dream's their kid!
You can imagine how Tommy and Wilbur (revived at this point) reacted ....
Snippet:
Kristin watched with sad eyes as Dream rocked himself on the floor, trying and failing to stop the tears streaming down his face. It's been a while since he died but so far he didn't managed to calm down. It broke the goddess' heart a little to see him like this. By human standards Dream was an adult but he felt so young to her, he was just 20 something. Compared to her eternal existence it was nothing. Curled like this, covered in wounds he looked even younger. He looked like a kid and Kristen was immediately remind of her 4 boys.
"Oh, dear ..."
She tried to reach for him, to offer comfort and take the pain away, he flinched from her touch and it hurt more than it should. She was the death, mortals flinched away from her, it was in their nature. But this one was different, he didn't fear her. Right now it seemed like he feared everyone and looking at the hideous wounds lining his body Kristin couldn't blame him. Somehow each one of his deaths seemed to be more horrific than the previous one.
"Dream, darling? I'm just trying to help you."
The blonde shook his head silently.
"It hurts. I-I don't deserve this ... I don't deserve ... I just want it to stop hurting ..."
Her poor boy, just how much pain did they put him through? She wished she could grant his wish and stop the pain. She could keep him with her, in her realm but she thought better of it. This human had a lot of life in front of him. It wasn't his time yet so how .... Suddenly she remembered her sons. Wilbur was her's and Phil's, but Techno, Tommy and Tubbo joined their family later, in different ways. Phil found them and took them in. He helped them heal, offered them a home and family. The things Dream so desperately needed. The thing Kristin might be able to provide him. If Phil could bring in any random kid what was stopping her?
Closing the distance between them she carefully warped the human in a hug, the same thing she did for her sons whenever she was able to visit the mortal realm. Dream went rigid at first but then he melted into the gentle embrace. Running her fingers through the matted blonde hair Kristin smiled a little.
"Then how about I'll make it stop hurting?
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A huge thank you for 500 kudos on You're Dead. Seriously, it's insane and I still can't believe that it happened. I've never had anything get this popular. I didn't think I'd even hit 100, and I remember frantically dming Anonymous J about when I hit 50 kudos around like chapter 3.
As I promised, here's a oneshot for 500 kudos:
The night Sapnap died.
:)
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Ring! Ring!
Karl groans and pulls a pillow over his face, head throbbing. He just fell asleep after staying awake for three days straight, what the fuck, Quackity? He literally asked you not to call, Quackity, you clingy fucker.
It can’t be that important. Not really. Half the time, Quackity calls just because he wants to hear Karl’s voice while stuck at work. This was true back when Schlatt was alive, and it’s doubly true now that Karl has the freedom to come and bother his almost-boyfriend at work and simply chooses not to. Quackity, despite all appearances and airs otherwise, is a clingy motherfucker. So is Karl. They really are soulmates, aren’t they?
But, even if it’s not that important, Karl thinks he might just drown if he doesn’t hear Quackity’s voice, so he forces himself to throw his arm out and scramble around for his phone. He pulls it over to him after some amount of difficulty and sits up, plopping the phone into his lap and sleepily lifting the receiver up and putting it to his ear.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?” he yawns, finger mindlessly twisting in the phone’s cord.
It’s dead silent from the other end of the line (pun intended), and it takes long enough for Karl to hear anything that he starts thinking that maybe this was a prank call. Tommy likes to do those when he visits Quackity, the little shit. Karl should remove his tongue one of these days, or, well, he should get Foolish to do it. Too much blood for Karl’s liking. Too much effort. Blegh.
But then eventually after sooooo loooong, Quackity says in a weak voice and with an audible tremble in his body, “Karl.”
And that’s all he says, just Karl’s name, and that alone is a red flag.
Karl sobers up quickly, frowning. “Hey, hey, what’s up?”
Because Quackity has rules. They’re mostly leftover from Schlatt’s reign, Karl thinks, but who knows? Quackity is a weird guy. He’ll call Karl, but he’ll never address him by name. Originally, it was to protect Karl in case Schlatt or his guys got suspicious. It wasn’t an affair in the beginning, but it was a forbidden work partnership (mostly because of Karl’s fun habit of stealing from Schlatt’s desk when in the office.) But then it was an affair, and even now that Schlatt’s dead, it still is, by all means, an affair. No one knows Schlatt’s dead except the guy that killed him, the guy that burned the body, and the guy that stumbled onto the scene thinking it would be just another sneaky sleepover.
So. Weird, strange, bizarre, even. And worrying, definitely worrying.
Quackity sucks in a shaky breath, and that’s also worrying because he only breathes when he forgets that he doesn’t need to and for dramatic effect. He’s so human, even after being dead for twenty-odd years. It’s a panic response, normally, and that’s… it’s…
Karl sits silently as Quackity stammers over a sentence starter.
And then a near-silent, “Karl, I fucked up.”
“Okay,” Karl gently says, “I’m sure you didn’t, but okay. You’re a very capable guy, Quackity. I’m sure that whatever it was couldn’t’ve-”
“I killed a guy,” Quackity flatly says.
“Yes, and? So the fuck what? That’s hot as hell. Good for you.”
“Karl.”
“Quackity.”
“I killed him-” Quackity says, but he already sounds just that tiniest bit better, so Karl thinks that he did his job as a good soulmate. Good almost-boyfriend. Maybe he’ll get promoted! “-because he tried to kill me.”
Karl sobers up slightly, just slightly. “Okay, that’s still fine, babe. Self defense. No need to feel all weird about it.”
He’s angry, because of course he is. How dare someone try and kill his mortal! His Quackity. No one else’s. His. He’s only just recently gotten himself his Quackity, and he doesn’t quite know how vampire souls work. He’s gotta keep Quackity around forever at this point, ‘cause who knows what happens to a dead guy’s soul when he dies again?
He’s angry, but at least the despicable motherfucker is dead already. Hell yeah! Quackity is so hot for that.
“I have a stake in my chest,” Quackity says. He laughs a little, weak and bitter-sounding. “I haven’t been stabbed before, Karl. I don’t- I don’t think I like it very much.”
Okay, angry again. Definitely angry again.
Karl immediately pulls his blankets off of himself and gets out of bed, rushing around the room to try and find some more presentable clothes, phone in one hand and receiver still in the other. He trips over the outlet cord and slams his head into the doorframe, recoiling with a wince and a curse.
“What are you doing?” Quackity asks, probably rightfully wary. He knows Karl well enough by now to know that Karl doing anything in a hurry will probably end up with at least one broken bone or window.
Fuck, no clothes around. Karl winkles his nose annoyedly. Of course this would happen when all his clothes are in the laundry. Pajamas it is.
Still carrying the phone with him, Karl stumbles his way out of his bedroom and out into the main room looking for a pair of shoes he wouldn’t mind wearing barefoot.
He yawns, “Where are you? Office?”
“Karl-”
“Where are you?”
“Karl, it’s fine, I’m-”
“Quackity,” Karl firmly, yet as lovingly as inhumanly possible, says. He pauses in his search and tries with all his might to get it through Quackity’s adorably-thick skull. “I’m coming over. Where are you?”
There’s a long pause from Quackity and some quiet sniffles that break Karl’s heart a dozen times over.
And then, thick and quiet, “Home. I’m… at home. Just, be, uh, uh…”
“I’ll be careful,” Karl sighs. He spots a pair of Vans across the room and goes to them, sitting down on the floor to pull them on. “Just for you. Do you have a first aid kit there?”
“Yeah, duh. I have to with you staying over half the week.”
Karl blushes proudly, though he puts on an annoyed voice as he grumbles, “I don’t get hurt that often.”
Quackity laughs wetly. It quickly turns into a pained wheeze and a quiet whine. Karl briefly considers trying to turn back time long enough for him to run to… wherever it was that Quackity got stabbed and killed that dude at so he can try and kill the dude first, but he also knows that doing so would probably banish him back home for the foreseeable future, and he can’t go back, not without Quackity and… and… and whoever the other one is these days. Some idiot, probably, some hot, hot idiot.
Karl bites back a sympathetic whine of his own, says, “Hey, calm down, alright? I’m on my way. Gotta hang up, though.”
Quackity whines again, this time louder. It’s times like these that remind Karl that his precious mortal isn’t nearly as human as he tries to be. They’re very similar in that regard, now, even though it does hurt Karl’s teeny little human heart to think that Quackity was human and now… isn’t.
He doesn’t know how vampires are made, but he does know that there’s death involved. It’s not pretty. He asked Sam about it once a while ago when trying to figure out vampire stuff so he could woo Quackity properly. Sam said something about an “exchange of fluids”, which was too funny for Karl to forget even though he’s kinda sorta totally forgotten everything else about that conversation.
Exchange of fluids. Heh.
“Fifteen minutes,” Karl promises, finishing tying his shoes. The knots are loose, but that’s fine. It’s more for appearances than anything. “Gimme fifteen minutes.” He doesn’t hesitate before adding, “I love you.”
It isn’t surprising that Quackity doesn’t say it back. One, he’s kinda got a wooden stake probably impaling a lung or something. Two, he’s Quackity. He doesn’t say he loves you. When he does, he’s scared. Karl knows this, and he’s pretty alright with it. It’s annoying, yeah, and it’s sad as hell, but he loves Quackity and says it enough for the both of them.
“I…” Quackity hesitantly says. A pause, and then a sigh. “I’ll get the first aid kit. I’ll see you soon.”
He doesn’t hang up, because he’s a clingy motherfucker. Sometimes, Karl thinks about finally going through with it and giving in and getting a cell phone and learning to use it just so he and Quackity can actually always be together, but, frankly, no.
And so Karl hangs up, and it’s only as he’s shrugging a coat on and running out the door that he realizes that he doesn’t know a thing about stake removal. Oops.
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Karl hates Quackity’s new apartment. It’s smelly and gross and unsafe and probably rat-infested and- and-
Quackity moved pretty recently. Schlatt’s been dead for several months now, but it took Quackity weeks to move out of their empty penthouse apartment. But he won’t move in with Karl, no, because he’s stubborn and overprotective to a fault. No, because Schlatt made too many enemies, and Quackity is left cleaning up his mess for him. There’s a hunter, Karl knows, that Schlatt had a deal with, and Quackity has been trying to get that hunter off of his tail for months now. It got to the point that he finally had to move because the hunter kept showing up at his apartment every Friday asking for Schlatt. It’s “too dangerous” for Quackity to move in with Karl for that reason, and because of Schlatt’s enemies in general. Quackity wouldn’t be able to take it if Karl died (even though Karl is immortal and he keeps reminding Quackity that he’s immortal) because of his mistakes (even though they’re Schlatt’s mistakes in the first place.)
The penthouse was nice, Karl decides as he shoves open Quackity’s building’s front door and immediately almost steps in a puddle of some weird green liquid on the ground. The penthouse was very nice. Maybe Karl should get Foolish to hook him and Quackity up with a penthouse suite at the hotel he’s almost done building across town. Permanently. No stupid idiot hunter can find you at a hotel, because they’re all stupid and idiots.
But when Karl gets to Quackity’s apartment and immediately hears Quackity rapidly unlocking the door, he can’t help the rush of pure joy that comes at the thought of entering his almost-boyfriend’s home. It’s a shitty home, but it’s a home that Quackity has made for himself over the past few months. His things are on the shelves, his sheets are on the bed, his shampoo is in the shower, stuff he’s chosen for himself for basically the first time since his marriage started turning south. Even if his bedspread is ugly as sin and even if he keeps his bathroom mirror covered up, it’s his apartment. Karl considers himself lucky to be allowed inside of it.
The door creaks open and Karl gets tugged inside by the wrist in a flash, unable to really catch himself before he has a very clingy vampire plastering himself to Karl’s side and sticking his nose into the crook of Karl’s neck.
Karl smiles fondly and pats Quackity on the back of the head. He doesn’t comment on the lack of a beanie covering Quackity’s hair. He doesn’t think he could deal with Quackity panicking over that.
There’s a bit of a gigantic wooden stake sticking out of Quackity’s chest and bumping against Karl’s. Karl’s smile falls to a very displeased frown.
“Where’s the first aid kit?” he asks.
Quackity shakes his head. He sniffs deeply and nuzzles his nose against Karl’s throat right where his pulse is. Ah. Vampire.
Karl gently pulls away from Quackity, heart breaking at the way Quackity keens. His eyes are an unpleasant shade of red flickering in and out. Ah. Vampire.
Karl vaguely remembers what to do when Quackity gets like this, mostly from a list of instructions Quackity typed up and gave to him almost immediately after their first meeting. He only gets like this when he’s really hurt, though, or starving. Judging by the murder weapon currently sticking out of his chest, Karl would guess it’s the former.
“Quackity,” Karl slowly says. He waits for a sign of recognition and smiles warmly when Quackity’s eyes light up. “I gotta go get the first aid kit, baby. You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” Quackity grumbles.
Karl rolls his eyes. “Sure you are, yeah, right, ‘kay, where’s the first aid kit? Gotta get that big ol’ stake out of you, honey.”
The stake really is big. Karl isn’t a stake expert or anything, but he’s pretty sure that the guy whose stake this was was compensating for something. Honestly, it’s a wonder that Quackity isn’t dead on his feet.
Well. Deader on his feet. He’s kinda already dead, fucking rip.
Quackity’s nose twitches, but he eventually lets Karl go in search of the first aid kit after a brief staredown. He follows, though, and Karl can feel his eyes on the back of the neck the whole time he looks.
Vampires are not human. They look human and, for the most part, they act it. But they’re also- as the humans say- monsters. Some people call them parasites, and that’s not entirely inaccurate. They’re freaky night beasts. When their instincts get the better of them, they’re a force to be reckoned with. Luckily, that doesn’t happen a lot, just really to vampires that get too hurt or too hungry, right on death’s door.
Normally, a feral, dying vampire would go apeshit and rip Karl to shreds, but Karl knows better than to expect that from Quackity. Quackity is special. Years ago, Quackity admitted with a red face and a very sheepish expression that since he’s basically decided that Karl is going to be his forever person or whatever the official vampire term is that he’d probably just want to hold onto Karl and never let go if he went feral around him. And Karl said that that wouldn’t be too out of the norm, and Quackity scowled and weakly smacked him, and Karl laughed, and that was that.
This has only happened a handful of times in the years that Karl has known him, but it usually goes something like this. It’s just that this time it’s because of a near-death experience rather than the usual starvation.
But, Karl thinks as he catches a glance of Quackity hungrily staring at his neck, maybe it is some starvation, too. He’ll have to talk to him about that when he’s more sober. Karl stops trying to get killed stealing things for the shop, Quackity remembers to eat more now that he’s allowed to.
But Karl finds the first aid kit, and he plops it onto Quackity’s ugly bedspread and he gently maneuvers Quackity so that he’s sitting down next to it. He swears that Quackity purrs from the touch, but he’d never admit it if only because it’d be too cute for Karl to process right now. He has Work to do.
A vampire’s most basic instincts are to hunt and to kill and to survive. But Karl knows that Quackity’s most basic instinct is to love. He sees it in Quackity’s red, red eyes as he crouches down in front of Quackity and measures up the stake with his eyes. Right. Big stake. Small vampire.
He tries not to react as Quackity threads a hand through Karl’s hair, his other hand settling on Karl’s shoulder. It curls around Karl’s neck and gently cups it, his thumb stroking against Karl’s Adam’s apple.
See, he tries to react, but he’s just as disgustingly in love with Quackity as Quackity is with him, so Karl lets out a pleased hum and lets his freckles shift colors from their normal yucky human color. Quackity loves his freckles, he says as much every time he presses feathery kisses to Karl’s cheeks. Quackity doesn’t love with his words, but he loves with his actions.
Karl runs a finger along the stake’s length with a deep frown. This is going to be… difficult.
“This is gonna hurt,” he warns. Should he wash his hands or something? Can vampires get infected? They can’t get sick, but do infections count as illnesses? Mortals are weird…
“It already does,” Quackity grunts. He resituates himself so that he’s lying down on his back with his feet still planted on the floor, pulling Karl with him. He must see the hesitation and worry in Karl’s eyes because he smiles, fangs and all, and says, “I’m already dead, baby, you won’t kill me again.”
His voice is rough and pained, but he’s still trying to be comforting, and he’s just so- so ugh! Karl loves him!
Not remotely assured, Karl lets out a breath before leaning down just that tiniest bit more to press a kiss right between Quackity’s eyes. He tries not to giggle as Quackity goes cross-eyed trying to see, but he fails pretty miserably and just has to kiss him again to make up for it.
“Sorry about this,” he murmurs, both hands settling around the stake in a firm grip. He kisses Quackity a third time, warmth flooding through his whole body as Quackity’s head lifts up a bit as he pulls away, chasing him. “I love you. Don’t kill me for this.”
“I would never,” Quackity swears, and Karl knows he wouldn’t.
With one last gentle assurance, Karl braces himself against the floor and the bed and pulls, eyes squeezing shut as Quackity’s face contorts in pain. He can’t see that. He can’t.
Quackity screams, voice cracking and disappearing entirely after only a fraction of a second. His hand in Karl’s hair tugs tightly and his nails dig into Karl’s skin and Karl can feel him writhing in pain beneath him, but the stake has to come out. It has to.
The stake is slick with brackish vampire blood, slipping between Karl’s fingers. He grits his teeth against his soulmate’s pain and yanks the damn thing out before he loses hold of it entirely.
It pops free of Quackity’s chest with a sickening schlunk!. The momentum is enough to send Karl tumbling to the floor and out of Quackity’s grasp. His eyes fly open as he hits the ground with an oof, and the last thing he sees before everything goes dark is the expected sight of a very hungry and injured vampire swooping down with his fangs bared and his eyes a flaring, flaming red.
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Karl wakes up to Quackity curled up next to him on the floor pretending not to cry. He looks better, at least, though he’s covered in blood- a mixture of Karl’s, his own, and what has to be the random dead hunter’s.
Karl lightly groans and rolls onto his side, throwing an arm across Quackity’s hip and snuggling close. He’s lightheaded, but that’ll pass. He just had a liter or two of blood stolen from him, that’s all. He’d give that and more for either one of his mortals. It just so happens that Quackity is the one that’s here now.
“Karl?” Quackity asks. He’s wary, as he usually is after drinking from Karl in that way. Yeah, he’ll sometimes take a quick sip if he’s feeling a little peckish, but he only ever drains him this much if he’s starving. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmmm,” Karl responds. He curls up into a ball and tucks his head beneath Quackity’s chin. “How’re you doing? Feeling better, baby?”
“Karl, c’mon, don’t make me get the rulebook,” Quackity chides.
Karl wrinkles his nose. “Nooooo, I’m fine, I’m fine. Just tired from other stuff. I was asleep when you called me.”
“Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I’ll always come for you.”
“You are pretty good at coming,” Quackity agrees.
Karl can feel Quackity’s body shaking with silent laughter. Honestly, for an immortal vampire, he has the humor of a middle schooler. He’s so cute.
“Oh, baby, I love coming for you,” Karl sighs. He kisses Quackity’s collar. “Just tell me to come, and I’ll do it.”
“God, you are disgusting,” Quackity lies, voice disgustingly fond. He’s got a bit of a lisp from his fangs, and it’s cute. He’s cute. “You’re here in your pajamas and a raincoat and- you didn’t even take your shoes off, dude, what the hell?”
“You didn’t give me much of an opportunity to,” Karl snorts. He smiles as Quackity makes an embarrassed noise and as he squirms, putting his arms around Karl and pulling him just that much closer. They’re squished so close together that they’re almost one person.
“I’m sorry,” Quackity sighs. “So, so sorry. Not for, uh, being weird, but also…”
Karl sighs himself and cranes his head back to look at Quackity.
Quackity is crying. He’s crying, as he usually does after hurting Karl in any way, least of all blood-sucking, but something about this feels… different. A different kind of guilt. Karl ignores the slight pang of… something in his chest at that.
“Hey,” he gently says. “I already told you, I don’t give a fuck about you killing that dude. You almost died first. If that thing was any closer to your heart, you’d be dead.”
You kill a vampire by staking them in the heart. Luckily for Quackity, the hunter missed by a couple of inches. Just a couple of inches closer, and Quackity would be a pile of ashes in an alleyway somewhere downtown. Karl is furious, but the guy’s dead, so it doesn’t matter, does it?
Does it?
Quackity shakes his head, lip wobbling slightly, and Karl wants to kill something. Or, well, he wants to throw something. He talks big game, but he can’t kill a fly.
“You don’t understand,” Quackity says, a repeat of earlier, and Karl really doesn’t understand. “I don’t care that he’s dead. I just… we… ugh.”
Frustrated, he buries his face in Karl’s shirt. Karl adjusts himself so that they aren’t totally squished together and confusedly rubs Quackity’s back.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Karl says. He would love to know, but not if it’s causing Quackity this much pain. He’ll just have to settle for hearing it later when they’re both, like, okay.
Quackity shakes his head. “No, I… c’mere.”
He pulls his head up as Karl bows his head, and he whispers something into Karl’s ear, and Karl suddenly understands just why Quackity is so torn up about this particular murder.
“Oh,” Karl softly says. He frowns slightly, eyebrows furrowed. He’s… jealous? That’s the word for it? “Well.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you want to?”
“...Yeah.”
Karl sighs and kisses Quackity on the cheek, smiling again. How could he not? He has a weird feeling about this, and it’s such an important weird feeling, he thinks he knows what it is. He thinks. He has a good feeling, he thinks.
“Then that’s all that matters,” he says. He kisses Quackity’s other cheek to even things out, giggling lightly as Quackity flushes red. “Just let me know first next time.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Quackity grumbles. He hides his face again, seemingly content to just stay on the floor. “He’s dead, anyway. It won’t happen again.”
Exchanging fluids…
Hmm. Maybe Karl should make a note to ask Sam about that. It seems important.
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for some comfort, have some Eret headcanons from a Modern Au i have:
- they aren't just a descendent of Herobrine, they're also a bat hybrid! :] they've also got REALLY light pink hair, to where it practically looks white. i dunno, there's something about c!Eret with that color of hair that feels right, can't explain it.
- she's also got a bit of a goth aesthetic going on, too. also feels like it fits her.
- not sure about his profession yet. maybe a pretty famous artist? works at museum? both somehow?
- they live in the L'man Apartment with everyone else. (the place where most L'manberg members live, along with a few others; Wilbur, Niki, Jack, Fundy, Clem (c!Tommy), Tubbo, Quackity, Ranboo (eventually), and of course Eret :])
- Eret and Dream have a rather. complicated history with each other. nobody knows what it is or what happened there, they just know that the two didn't date, they're just ex-friends of sorts.
- nobody knows how old Eret actually is. the current range guess is between about one hundred years and As Old As Society Itself. he looks like he's in his twenties, for reference.
- a lot of people, usually upon first meeting Eret, usually think that she's pretty calm and regal, given how she looks and dresses. no, she's just as chaotic as anyone else in the apartment.
This is really cool, is the fic already up?
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no😭😭😭 im sorrrrryyyyyyyy atm im not That into the miraculous fandom i just vibe and enjoy everyone being nuts about them and im also more of a teen&up/ mature reader for that fandom specifically? im sure ur writing is wonderful, the snippets i've scrolled through are really cool! (also i read sadf and i know this is a totally different story but the point is ur writing is really enjoyable :))
idk i think part of the reason i got turned off w the fic here is i like searching on ao3 specifically bu it's hard to find fic that i like for this fandom if im searching on ao3 bc 1) we've gone through so much through so many seasons and 2) a lot of the well-known ones have this weird undertone of Straightness that i really dislike so i mainly look around on tumblr when i'm interested lol (also What is with the dcu crossovers. and class bashing lmfao)
ive been here since the dnf times actually! through the mcc rants and sadf and the dream love and then the dream indifference and quackity love and quackity indifference and u playing twenty and some adhd rants and babbling about singapore's education system and tutoring etc and you've just been on my dash ever since, i got into miraculous apparently at the start of 2022? when you started reblogging stuff about it i got excited ngl but i was also kinda terrified bc a lot of people hatewatch the show or find it cringey and i was worried one of the blogs i liked would end up thinking the same but you ended up adoring it too! another fun anecdote that you might not remember - i also sent you an ask very early on about how i liked the french dub better lol
wishing you the best! hoping you get SO MANY comments and hits and kudos! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
omg anon NOOOO don’t feel sorry!! it doesn’t matter at all i was just curious :D also yeah in a really big fandom it’s hard to find what appeals specifically to you… if u ever get a bit more into mlb again i hope u find content that suits u!! tysm for following all these years ^_^ here’s to many more
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Unnamed mer crossover part 4 (Discontinued)
Okay so, @squishys-soft-stories and I decided to discontinue this crossover :') we are sorry if you enjoyed it and wanted to see more for it but this is the last part that we are going to post for it, that also is unfinished...
But anyways.... Enjoy :']
2K words
TW: Safe/soft vore, unsafe vore mention, fear of being eaten (I think that's it, tell me if I missed some warnings)
Wrote by @kayla-crazy-stuffs
It was around ten in the morning when the boys finished getting ready to head back to the beach as Bad and Skeppy would be arriving soon to spend the day there. "So, are we ready to go?" Quackity asked as he held up the bottle where Sapnap was in. "Yeah, but do you really have to put the mers in bottles?" The human Sapnap commented.
"Of course, not everyone knows that mers exist, so we have to keep them hidden. Luckily, people don't go to the beach we go to, because they don’t like it." George said, carrying the bottle of Dream. The humans Dream, Sapnap, and little George and Karl nodded in understanding.
They began to walk towards the beach, arriving in less than twenty minutes. Bad and Skeppy were already there waiting for them. "Hey, Bad, Skeppy, we hope we haven't kept you waiting too long." Quackity said. "Don't worry muffinheads, we just got here too." Bad answered with a smile.
“Then we should start putting the things down and getting the fish out of the bottles.” George said, unable to stop himself from laughing when he said the last thing. “Hey! We’re not fish! We are mers!” said Dream and Sapnap at the same time once they opened the bottle caps. “It’s basically the same, dude, you’re literally half fish.” Quackity replied chuckling.
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George was a bit too curious. He was surprised that he had made it this long without taking action. He slowly and silently walked his way up to the fish-Dream, and placed a finger on his tail. It felt weird, stiff yet slippery, and felt nice to the touch. And maybe he shouldn’t have touched his tail, because now he was wrapped in the arms of a very wet mer. “Gogy!” Dream chirped. “Hey Dream.” He deadpanned. “I missed you!” “We saw each other all day.” “But I couldn’t hug you!” George audibly sighed. “Why are you like this?” He asked. “Because I like hugging you.” Dream responded. “Please. You are getting my clothes wet.” “Nope!” Dream cheered in response. George just sighed, and looked Dream in the face, before turning away quickly. He hated how much the mer looked like his Dream. He turned his attention to Bad and Skeppy, who were happily messing around in the water. “Do you want to go play with them?” George asked. “Yeah.” George smiled, as he slipped one hand underneath the mer’s tail, and slid his hand around his back, before lifting him up. George walked with him for a little, before dropping him in the water. “There-” George said, before he was dragged under with Dream. George came back up, only seconds later. “Dream! Don’t do that!” George shouted as he grasped for breath. He hears Dream’s little laugh, and watches as the mer started to swim around him. “And that’s enough.” George heard a much louder Dream speak, as he was pulled up out of the water. “Hey!” George heard the mer speak in retaliation from his new perch atop Dream’s shoulder. George rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue as a taunt. George smiled as he saw Dream reach up to pat his head, before he was suddenly lifted upwards by nimble fingers, and held tightly in the air. “George!” He heard Dream shout.
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Punz was sitting calmly on some rocks below a cliff, smiling softly at seeing how the mers and humans were all together having a good time, or so he assumed. Everything was quiet until he saw how another pelican hybrid quickly approached the group of humans and mers, snatching a small human, something he had never seen before.
Punz didn't waste a second and quickly headed towards the other hybrid, who had flown high enough that the humans wouldn't catch him. "Hey! What are you doing? Stop it!" he told the hybrid. The other with a mocking smile answered him. "Oh no, not even kidding, this little snack will satiate my hunger for a while." Punz could see the human squirming as he tried to free himself.
"It's a human, not food. Give him to me, now." Punz said in a serious voice. The other pelican only scoffed more. "The loser trying to be the hero? How nice. Do you want the snack? Over my corpse." Punz's eyes widened as the hybrid began to lift the small human over its mouth, while the human yelled for him to let go.
Finally Punz pounced on the other pelican, causing him to drop the human, which was thrown upwards, falling shortly after. Punz pushed the hybrid away from him, still keeping a tight grip on him and narrowly managed to catch the human in his mouth, sending him into his neck pouch. "Stupid asshole! That was my lunch! Now because of you I have nothing to eat since the ones below have slipped away!" He yelled at Punz looking down and back at him.
The hybrid growled angrily, pushing Punz out of his way and starting to fly away from him. Punz heaved a sigh pulling the human out of his bag. "I'm sorry, about all this…" he said softly before going down to the sand, placing the human on top of it, feeling several angry looks on him.
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It all happened in a flash, and Karl couldn’t process it. Karl watched in fear as George was ripped off of Dream’s shoulder, and fought over by two pelican hybrids. Karl was only able to process the sudden swallowing that had taken George, bringing back memories that he longed to forget. He felt Sapnap’s fingers wrap around his now shaking form, and tranced his gaze to the pelican, now gently setting George on the sand. Karl frowned, as he noticed Sapnap’s hands started to cover himself more. It was probably for protection, but he wanted to help comfort George. He tried to fight the grip, but that only seemed to cause the hand to tighten. “What the heck!” He felt Sapnap’s voice vibrate across his chest. Karl pushed harder, only to be pushed back in response. He couldn’t move his limbs now, so he turned to using his head. “What do you mean, ‘what the heck’? I just saved him!” Came a voice, although new and unfamiliar. “We already deal with enough issues as it is. We do not want him traumatized.” He heard Dream speak, slightly muffled. “He was safe! I can tell none of you have taken animal biology because you don’t know that pelicans have a neck pouch!” They spoke again. “That’s enough.” Karl frowned as he heard Bad speak. He hoped that he wouldn’t do anything terrible. “Hey! Let go of me!” Karl saw light out of the corner of the eye. He slowly turned his head so that Sapnap wouldn’t feel the motions. It was just big enough to fit his foot through. He struggled against the grip of Sapnap, moving his leg so that his foot was suspended over the hole. He slipped his foot inside, and in one motion, he kicked Sapnap’s hand, and pushed against his chest. Karl should have thought it through, as he fell downwards. “Karl!” Sapnap shouted as he swiftly scooped him out of the sky. “Stop-” “No, you stop.” “Karl, I do not like this attitude-” “Sapnap, I know more about this kind of thing then you would ever think about. Had they actually put him in his stomach or whatever, it would’ve taken longer to bring him back up.” Karl could see the realization smack him in the face as most anger left him. “You couldn’t have told us earlier?” “You had my face pinned to your chest. I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to.” “Oh.” Karl rolled his arms, before turning to the pelican hybrid. “Can you tell me what you did?” He asked. “I couldn’t keep him in my hands, so I sent him to my neck pouch.” They took their free hand and pointed to their neck. Karl nodded. “All you have to do is give people a little bit of understanding and a chance to explain, and everything is clearer!” Karl said with a cheer. “Are you okay George?” Karl turned to see George, who was shaking slightly, but seemed to have calmed down, if only a little. “That was something I never want to experience again.” George deadpanned. Karl nodded. “I don’t know how you put up with that.” Karl shrugged in response.
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Bad sighed softly feeling how everyone was beginning to relax a bit about the situation. He looked at the hybrid who seemed to be shifting slightly uncomfortably in his place. "Now that I think about it, your wings look different and smaller than what they should." Bad commented, looking at the pelican hybrid's wings. He glanced at him nervously before looking away from him. "Uhh… I'd rather not talk about it…" Bad hummed in understanding. The human Karl clapped his hands to get their attention.
"Okay, how about you stay with us for a while? We planned to eat soon." The pelican looked at him doubtfully. "Uhh- I don't know… I don't think I should… I can clearly tell that there are several who are still scared of me while others are probably still mad about what happened…" Tiny Karl and George looked at each other for a moment before looking back at the hybrid. "You can stay, we don't mind." Karl said with a hand on his chest. “Uh… I don't think I-” “Please????” They both interrupted at the same time. The pelican looked at them uncertainly for a moment before sighing. “Okay…” once he said that Quackity reached for his arm guiding him to where he could sit.
"You can sit here." he said as he sat the hybrid down between him and Karl. “Uh… okay.” he answered by looking slightly at the human Dream before looking down. "Don't worry about Dream, he's just a little upset, nothing more." Quackity said, smiling slightly. "So, since you're a pelican, I guess you'll eat fish, right?" added Skeppy, who was lying on Bad's hand. The hybrid hesitated to answer for a moment before slowly nodding his head. “Alright then, we have like five fish that I caught a while ago in that bucket.” Bad commented, pointing to a nearby bucket.
The hybrid glanced nervously at the bucket before quickly shaking his head. “No-… No need… I- I'm not hungry…” he finally blurted out. Mer Dream frowned looking at his brother. “Do you think he's okay? Pelicans usually eat a lot and he doesn't seem to have eaten anything…” he whispered to Sapnap. "I don't believe you're not hungry." Skeppy snapped seriously. “You pelicans tend to be very hungry, your kind usually tends to eat about 4 kilograms of fish. It is impossible for you not to be hungry in the early hours of noon.” he continued to be watched by everyone except the hybrid, who was looking down at the sand.
“You can't lie to us, you know, we can tell you're hungry. Why do you say that is not true?" he added a little softer. “Do you have a problem maybe? Because if they gave me free food, the truth is that I would not refuse to take it. So you must probably have some problem.” Mer Dream said. The hybrid pelican shook his head. “I-I don't have a problem…” “That's yet another lie. I've noticed that every time you lie your wing feathers ruffle, before when you talked about protecting George, you had them fine, but when you started stuttering from the lies you started telling, they got like this .” Quackity commented as he pointed to the hybrid's wings.
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Karl didn't like being right. Something had seemed off about the pelican hybrid when they started talking, and now he knew. He wanted to free himself from Sapnap's grip and comfort their new friend, but he couldn't. Sapnap was just too strong. "Please don't lie. I know from personal experience that lying gets you nowhere. I don't want to force any information out, but don't try to hide it." Karl spoke.
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