GINGERBREAD HOUSES WITH SCHLATT I BEG OF YOU!!
ask and you shall receive :D can be seen as platonic or romantic!! it's not meant to be romantic, but you can perceive it however you like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Lonely's Advent Calendar - Day Two!
Prompt: Gingerbread houses
TW: Swearing, mild sexual joke
Event masterlist (discontinued)
"Build a gingerbread house on stream" they said. "It'll be fun!" they said.
They lied. They lied so so so much.
"That looks like shit." Schlatt said blandly.
"Oh my god, shut up, this isn't about you." You replied in a fake, exaggerated, angry tone. You looked at the camera with a deadpan look on your face. "Men, am I right? All about them." You sighed dramatically.
In all fairness, he wasn't wrong. The walls were falling to bits and the icing was incredibly smudged. From all the failed attempts at trying to fix it, the house had become more icing than gingerbread.
"That's me at midnight on the first of December," he grinned, earning a loud smack on the back of the head.
"What would Pope Francis say?" you shook your head at him, still trying to fix the monstrosity that was your current gingerbread house.
Said cardboard figure had been temporarily stationed in the kitchen. Schlatt turned to him with a thousand-yard stare.
"I've been thinking," you began.
He swiftly cut you off. "Don't hurt yourself."
"I'll hurt you in a second, if you keep this up." You glared at him playfully. "But I've been thinking, and I now have a plan, and a very good one at that."
You began to enact your plan whilst he watched in a mix of fear, judgement and confusion. The walls no longer stood tall - now fallen over to lean on each other, with the roof pieces been broken into two pieces each. Then came the strawberry laces that were haphazardly thrown over the gingerbread men, which all had a variety of clothing. One had a poor recreation of Charlie's first merch hoodie, one had Tommy's signature red and white shirt, and the final one was split in half, black and white with no added details.
"What is this scene?" He asked, laughing.
"Gas explosion." You deadpanned, staring into his eyes. "Not everybody gets a good Christmas, Schlatt."
"What's wrong with you?"
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'Tubbo's horns have finally grown in, but he's to busy trying to remember why Schlatt is SO familiar(familial)'
hello i wrote a ficlet!!!! of tubbo getting their horns in schlatts presidency era of the dsmp!!! with dadschlatt!!!!
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i love him he's the only normal person in this no fourth wall meta world and he's just like "what the fuck are you people fucking talking about" at all times 😭
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my best friend really likes wilbur's look after ressurection so i was inspired to draw revived!sweater duo. they both are so fun to draw, my two favorite white dilfs
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Schlatt's heart pounded, and pounded, and pounded, and all the poison from all the apples rushed through his veins. Staring all of them in the eye, he refused to let any of them get the closure of killing them - for once in his life, he would do this himself.
Schlatt died from the poison coursing through his heart, spitting a new kind of poison from his lips.
His dying words were a curse upon the land. "When I die, this country goes down with me."
This is a piece I made for Schlatt's entry in @dreamoirezine and it is based on @boonbeenblade's writing. If you haven't yet, I fully encourage you to check out not only their writing, but the whole zine, available to download for free here.
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