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alastrrz · 4 months

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pleaseee do quackity (alex) dating headcannonss

sure thing! i was gonna get to him eventually, but i can do his now :)

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 DATING THEM ; QUACKITY

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genre; fluff/comfort

type; headcanons

read below!

Alex is relatively okay with PDA; if you like PDA, he'll do it, but if he's not pressured to, he won't. It's not that he doesn't like showing you off, he does, it's just that he doesn't think the world needs to know who he's dating.

He's a big touchy guy when it's just you two alone though! He likes leaning over your shoulder to see what you're doing, kissing your cheek, kissing your hand, and holding you from the back + swaying with you.

He's generally pretty busy with his streams and QSMP lore, but he somehow always makes time for you. It's caused a couple of arguments between you two, with how much time he spends on stream, but overall you can't get too mad. Because.. y'know, it's his job. But he heard you loud and clear, because now he makes even more time for you when he can.

His primary love language is definitely gift giving. Since he doesn't have a LOT of free time, he shows his love the best way he knows how. Which is showering you with gifts that he knows you'll love.

I know this isn't technically a love language, but the amount of nicknames Alex has for you is genuinely almost impressive. I'll list off a couple.

Baby/Babydoll

Honey

Sweetheart

Mi rayo de sol (My sunshine)

My love

Lovebug

And that's just a few. His personal favorite is honey, because it's really simple, and he always tells you that you're as sweet as honey.

He likes to take you out to restaurants that he really likes, because he loves showing you what he likes to eat. If you like it, he'll make it a note to take you back there more often!

"Honey?" "Yeah?" He always forgets where he puts literally anything. "Have you seen my beanie? I can't start stream without it!" He was visibly panicking. "Alex? Dear?" He turned to you, "What? Do you know where it's at?!" You pointed at his head. "You're wearing it, my love."

#alex's requests #mcyt #quackity #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt comfort #mcyt fluff #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader #quackity fluff #quackity comfort

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quackoree · 11 months

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Quackity Oneshots/Headcannons

-HIIII, request anything, i made this to cure my boredom so ill most likely do ur request

-i only write female readers sorry⚠️😭

-I write oneshots or headcannons for quackity, below r some ideas u can request.

• Fluff☁️

• Yandere🔪

• Smut🍋

• Angst💔

anything to cure my boredom and keep me busy

-If you want anything to be specific in the story tell me in the request, also specify if you want quackity, c!quackity, or q!quackity.

(DSMP, QSMP)

-dont be scared to request anything, i need requests pls😭

#quackity #quackity smut #yandere quackity #quackity fluff #quackity comfort #quackity angst #quackityhq #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity lemon #dsmp #qsmp #karmaland 5 #quackity oneshots #quackity headcannons #alex quackity #quackity x female reader #sub quackity #dom quackity

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ghost-bard · 5 months

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Thinking about how q slime was one of the first to leave for the boat bc he needed to get home to flippa…

It’s not like he was ever close to any of the other eggs, or to any of the residents. Yes he has his fun with them, but when it mattered most he didn’t get any help, at least not the help he needed, and no one pushed hard enough and quick enough for him to truly acknowledge what he needed.

Hes not a good person, certainly not, but is anyone on the island really a good person?

And in the two weeks that he became so close with all of team bolas, in his mind it’s still him versus everyone.

It’s not that he doesn’t care for the other eggs, but none of them are flippa, and if they aren’t her then whats the point in risking his life for one that doesn’t matter.

It’s not out of cowardice that he ran, he doesn’t really care about his own life, it’s about making sure that juanaflippa isn’t alone, making sure she’s safe.

Even though in the end, he knows she’s not his juanaflippa, it’s still something, someone, to live for.

#qsmp purgatory #qsmp #quackity smp #quesadilla island #egg island #qsmp slimecicle #q slimecicle #slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #juanaflippa the egg #juanaflippa #also the fact he tried to comfort tallulah and she didnt notice him is kinda bittersweet #going from like. slimes pov to foolishs is crazy #slime just running to the boat #foolish yelling for leo :((( trying to give her a totem :((#it makes me unwell i gen cant finish a the clip of him yelling and trying to give leo a totem #it’s heart wrenching

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stonermujer · 4 months

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reverse comfort w quackity?-💋

Stressed out Alex

Contains: use of quackitys real name, cuddling, barely proof read lmfao,

Paring: Alex/quackity x gn!reader

A/n: I wrote this while being delirious with an ear infection so if it doesn’t make sense that’s why 😍😍

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It was unlike Alex to stress or tire out so most of the time you paid no mind to it. Although, school had been catching up with him and the pressure to remain active online was beginning to cave in on him.

One day you came home from a long day of work to find a distraught boy tied up in his studies. His hands raked through his hair and a large book open on the desk.

Your hand slid across his back gently to catch his attention. He turned up to see a very sad and tired eyed Alex. He immediately sprung up into your arms burying his face in the crook of your neck as hot tears welled in his eyes. You stood there and rocked his body gently.

His grip on your waist tightened and he silently cried. All you could do was gently stoke his hair and press kisses to his head. You’d coo reassurances to him and eventually lead him to lay down with you on the bed.

He buried his face in your chest as you rubbed his back until he fell asleep.

#alex quackity #quackity drabble #quackity #quackity x reader #ur mom #deez nuts lmao #quackity headcannons #quackity x gn!reader #quackity reverse comfort

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youcantstandit · 4 months

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perfection.

rays of sunlight drifted through your window and placed themselves across his features in such a mesmerizing way, one would think the sun shone just for him. his eyes were glittering as he looked up, hair sprawled amongst the plush of your thighs, and he let out a sigh of bliss.

nothing can stop the purity of the moment, then you lean down. soft sparks set off as softer lips shift euphorically. the universe must have smiled upon you to grace such a perfect moment.

"you are everything i want in life," his eyes are closed as he declares this in nothing more than a whisper. tingles on your back break out as the weight of his hand smoothes skin within his reach. fingers slowly sift through his hair in appreciation whilst a wave of warmth spreads from your chest at such a claim.

"if i had the world, i would give it to you." the truth which always lay at the tip of your tongue flowed off and into the air.

he smiled in response, "by having you, i have the world already."

#quackity #goddamn am i down bad #sapnap #karl jacobs #i'm sorry he's such a puppy #and what a pretty boy i can not #george phase was quick #dream has a splash in my brain 😭#hard day here's my own comfort #sapnap x reader #quackity x reader #they are just #please #karl jacobs x reader #george x reader #AH #need

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mishapen-dear · 10 months

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lets play a game

i love love love qsmp and I love seeing all these different languages but, as a native english speaker, it's getting a bit monolingual in here, so let's shake it up a bit!!

Find a qsmp post you like, art, meta, whatever, and leave a comment on it or tag in a language you are not fluent in. ideally choose one of the languages in the qsmp, but I know some of you are frighteningly multilingual, so i leave it up to your discretion.

See someone reply to one of your posts in a language you don't know? Try to respond to them in kind! how long can you keep a convo going? how many words can you learn? can you make that artist happy-cry with sentence fragments alone?

reblog this post to spread the game, then hunt through the notes or the qsmp tag for your very first target! have fun and happy language-ing

#qsmp #quackity smp #qsmpblr #if you want to translate this PLEASE DO!! and tag me so i can reblog!#we need more community engagement and i would LOVE to see more multilingualism in the community in general #i want to LEAP from my lingual comfort zone #this probably isn't going to go anywhere but it gives me an excuse to start practicing free-form french for complimenting people #and frantically google translating 'this is the coolest shit ive ever seen' in spanish and portuguese lmao

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comfymoth · 11 months

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I heard ctnt qpr headcanons 👀

okay so. the thing about ctnt is. they’ve kind of always been Something, right? and what it is changes, but it’s always intense, so they think it must be romantic attraction. quackity wants it to be romantic— after schlatt, he’s left feeling like he has a space he needs to fill, he’s so used to this routine he needs it, he’s almost hyper-charged. wilbur wants it to be romantic— he’s lonely, he needs someone else to give him a role and a purpose and he thinks being someone’s partner could do that for him. they act on it like it’s romantic, at niki’s birthday, in las nevadas, they try to make it work so many times but it never does. it always, always ends the same way, in miserable fireworks.

so they take a break. finally. they agree to just be friends and focus on getting their separate lives together. quackity figures out he just wants to be with his fiances. wilbur figures out he’s fully aro. no wonder romance never really worked. and that’s good, that’s nice, for a while, but there’s still… still something. an overfamiliarity, maybe, they still know each other too well, affection still comes too easily, they still need each other in a way that ‘just friends’ doesn’t cover. they just feel like an intrinsic part of each other’s lives. still ying and yang. so they sit down. have a talk about it. a really, really long talk. and there it is— they’re qpps

#what is a ‘psychocompetitive relationship that isn’t romantic but could be construed as such’ if NOT an evil qpr #its just aromanticism for fucked up little guys #ANYWAYS SORRY this is like. my personal comfort post-canon so i was just bound to ramble a lot I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT #dream smp #tnt duo #wilbur soot #quackity #long post

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fernlessbastard · 14 days

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okk love your blog, so I rlly wanted to send an ask even if its nothing too especific ;-;

soo, since u like tntduo (like me :]) whats your favorite hc for their relationship? I love hearing about hc's, and since your art its so cute, u probs have some cool hc's

Thank youuuuu I appreciate it so much, and by all means flood me with asks! Asks are great, I love asks, be it random thoughts, art ideas, opinions, etc etc, asks are always welcome (unless they're from the 🥝 anon 🙄🙄🙄 /j/loving)

And a favourite headcanon? Hm, i don't know, hard to say. I have multiple headcanons, idk if I favour any in particular

There's one where after revival Wilbur's body is kinda fucked up in the nerves and blood vessels department, so he has some trouble with kinda controlling it, which particularly expresses itself in his hands being unsteady. They're so unsteady, that the first time he picks up a guitar again he can't play right. He blows up over it and has a breakdown, and vows to never play again. He still ends up trying a couple times, but each time he just immediately gets pissed off and upset, and tosses it away. It really breaks him. At some point he's at Quackity's place, and he sees a guitar. He looks at it for a while, but doesn't say anything, of which Quackity makes note. Next time they meet up Wilbur shits on Quackity for not having touched it recently, so Quackity takes it as a challenge. Once the music starts, Wil goes quiet. He's sitting to the side of Q, slightly behind him, and after a while for just a moment he leans against his upper back, and closes his eyes, simply l taking the moment in. This situation repeats, a couple times, and each time Wilbur lets himself relax a bit longer. He starts playing with Quackity's hair as he listens, and one time he l begins trying to braid it. His hands are shaking, he's struggling to divide the thick hair into even parts, he's having trouble keeping the braid even, but what's crucial is that he does it. Next time it repeats. And next time too. And the next, and eventually the braids start to look actually pretty decent. Time passes, they meet up more often, and eventually comes a day when Wilbur takes the guitar. No words are exchanged. No ridicule, but no praise either - no verbal acknowledgement. Instead Quackity just sits slightly behind him, and begins gently braiding his hair. The notes are wonky and don't always sound quite right, and the rhythm is messy, and strumming only goes well sometimes, but he's playing...

Quackity kisses Wilbur's head, right above the new braid. He leans in, partially hugging him, as the other's playing. It's been a bit over a year since he started playing again, and the difference is big. Neither knows if he'll ever fully regain the control and steadiness of his hands, but he manages to keep the rhythm, and the notes now ring out clear a big majority of the time. He plays quicker songs too, now; sometimes they both sing, and laugh when they mix something up. Quackity smiles, closing his eyes as Wilbur once again butchers a random song by changing up the words completely to make it as on the nose as humanly possible. He begins to wonder what they should eat tomorrow for their anniversary breakfast.

#it ties into another hc where I'd say they don't really focus on things like valentine's day or anniversary etc #they obviously still celebrate but they just do it however they want and don't care about whether it's “grand enough”#Quackity's had more than enough relationships where those specific dates would be all there was to the relationship #so instead they just focus on showing each other love on the daily and celebrating however they want whenever they want #but that's more loose cause again they still love celebrating but it's just not performative the way it was in Q's previous relationships #ask #asks #ask fern #tntduo #dsmp #tnt duo #wilbur soot #quackity #quackbur #dream smp #tntblr #writing #fernless writing #c!tnt duo #c!tntduo #c!wilbur #c!quackity #c!quackbur #c!wilbur soot #fernless bastard #hurt/comfort #quackbur headcanons

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blankweiss-sb · 10 months

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Gift "Drabble"

For @hiding-in-the-vault

TW: Prison Arc + Post Prison, references to torture and eye removal

Summary: Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

Dream doesn't escape unscathed – mentally or physically.

The red stone pistons fired, the deep grumble distinctive from the ever present hissing of the lava. Dream didn’t dare lift his head or move his cheeks from the grimy, sticky floor of his cell.

Rule number whatever: Either be on your knees head bowed, or you better not have moved from the position Sir left you in.

Was Dream slightly bitter that even thinking Sir immediately called up an image of Quackity and tides of fear and anger? Yes. Would he show that bitterness? No. (Maybe Quackity would think he’d finally broken Dream but he hadn’t. Dream wasn’t quite broken yet, just brittle and fractured. If – when he got out, he’d just pour gold into all those cracks.)

Faintly, Dream heard it – the rustle of small feathers that could be crushed so very easily, the tapping of fingers against the wooden handle of a tool or weapon and a slight hum, the hum of a song Sap had loved. The lava curtains gurgled – please, red stone, fail, a moment of weakness gave itself a voice – before it fizzled out.

Sir bounced into the cell.

“Hullo, Dreamie, how are you? Comfy?”

Dream knew better than to answer. Quackity didn’t care, he just loved the sound of his voice too much. If Dream was lucky, Quackity would gloat, maybe kick Dream a couple of times and leave. That, Dream could endure, he could endure anything, anything but –

Fingertips stroked along the curve of Dream’s face, the one not pressed against crying obsidian and sticky maroon, and it was only the terrors of existence that prevented Dream from flinching. But nothing could have prevented Dream’s throat from releasing a whine when Quackity gently carded through Dream’s hair, almost petting him like a beloved dog.

“Awww, you’re doing good but being greedy, I see.”

Fuck you. Fuck you, Quackity, Dream thought as his head leaned into the comforting touch Sir was offering. It was his body seeking comfort, not Dream. It was his body being pathetic, wanting his torturer to be gentle. It was his body. Not Dream.

“You can be cute. But that’s not why I’m here, not today, puppy!” Don’t call me that. “I’m giving you a gift, look –“

Quackity burst out in little giggles, giggles Sapnap used to gush about. Sapnap had called them more adorable than a baby piglin. Dream had teased him about that, by that time already missing George pressed against his side and joining in on the fun. Teasing his brother had always been one of Dream’s favorite things and George loved to needle Sapnap, too.

A sharp of burst ripped through Dream’s skull as Quackity’s hand grabbed his hair tightly and pulled Dream up until Dream’s scalp was burning. “Listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Two, three seconds more and Quackity let Dream’s head fall, huffing.

“And here I was about to clean you up, wash you, but no. You had to be bad. A bad puppy.” Dream flinched and Quackity’s laugh was more than delighted, echoing between obsidian walls. “Anyway, here you go, you’re going to need this.”

Something cold settled on Dream’s face and – comfort washed over Dream as he realized it was the cold porcelain of a mask, a mask Dream knew quite well. Greedily he sucked in some air and through the stale scent of copper coils and bracken water and burnt out embers, he caught a whiff of earthy flowers.

(“Earthy flowers? Are you serious?” Dream had laughed, pressing his shoulders against Sapnap’s. George had already been snoring, his legs hanging over Sapnap’s lap and his head nuzzling Dream’s stomach.

“Man, you asked me how you were smelling. Earthy flowers. Deal with it, it’s sort of disgusting.” But the tips of Sapnap’s ears had been a brilliant red.

“Someone’s lying~ But that’s ok. I like your hearth embers and George’s bark and petrichor, too.”

“Pe – tri – chor,” Sapnap had mocked. Yet he had relaxed into Dream and – they had slept, together and bonds untorn.)

It was Dream’s mask, not a replica, but his own.

Despite this meaning nothing good, Dream sank into old comfort. The safe feeling was soured by Quackity once again running his hands through Dream’s hair. “Things are going to get exciting,” he crowed, no, that’d be an insult to the death goddess and her harbringers, Quackity quacked. “Better to keep a few things mysterious, right? I’ll be generous and let you rest up.”

Dream didn’t know what Quackity meant until the next day when the pistons fired up and someone swaggered over the bridge. The bars slammed down, Techno grunted as he sprung the trap and it clicked in Dream’s mind.

Time passed.

Sir didn’t enter the prison.

How Techno didn’t realize one tiny but largely important fact was beyond Dream but he couldn’t help being grateful.

How Dream managed to escape with Technoblade was also beyond him.

(Sir had managed to shatter Dream – after Technoblade vanished. Sir had not only dug into all the cracks he’d made but also ensured that not even respawning would ever give back Dream’s sight. There had been a slight, incredibly miniscule chance that Dream could have regained his eye sight but… hard to do that without the vital part of eye sight.

Sir had left Dream cold and raw and – there had been moments.

Dream had even hallucinated at one point, must have imagined trembling hands cleaning him up, a lullaby he hadn’t heard since he was ten being sobbed against his ears and a determined vow being seared against his temple. The voice had sounded like Bad, but Bad hated him, guarded him even, offered suggestions like Dream’s loathing of being alone in the dark to Sir. )

“I refuse. You have done more than enough, he can look after himself now.” The coldness in Philza’s screech was more than biting, was cutting when Technoblade didn’t refute his statement.

Once again Dream’s weakness took over and he wasted a minute on hope, begged Technoblade without the right words or gestures but surely, surely Technoblade picked up on it – “See ya later, nerd, stay safe.”

I’m not seeing anything, settled heavy on Dream’s tongue but – Philza was there, feathers scraping against wooden planks. He must be flaring his wings before refolding them. Rinse and repeat.

It wasn’t pride stopping Dream from saying those words. It was Caution. Philza already was irritated with Dream – Dream, objectively, had harmed the man’s family greatly and in various ways. And in an altercation, there was no world in which Technoblade wouldn’t side with Philza.

So Dream bowed, once, the proper Admin way, and darted off into the forest, barely hearing a sudden intake of breath behind him, probably Philza’s. Technoblade wasn’t an Admin, he wouldn’t have known what Dream’s bow had meant.

They didn’t chase after him, anyways.

That first night Dream almost died five times.

The server refused to reconnect to him – a weak Admin was something no World wanted, vulnerability was undesired – and so Dream had to trust his ears and nose, rather than an innate sense of the World.

Twice the rattling of Skeleton bones was barely enough to get ready for the screeching of arrows flying through the air and aiming directly at Dream’s heart. Muscle memory was, thankfully, enough for Dream to land crits against the Skeletons, even though his own frame didn’t differ much from the Skeletons.

Once a zombie almost ripped into Dream’s leg and would have infected him. Dream was already on the ground, having tripped over a root and landing on a patch of ice that sent him careening through the snow. He’d been contemplating just curling up and sleeping when the zombie fell over him. A kick and crit had taken care of the zombie.

Twice, the environment itself, the World – hadn’t that smarted – had turned against him, giving him no warnings as ravines opened up in front of him. Only hearing the echo of stones crumbling and falling, falling, falling before the unbreakable hit the bottom and shattered into a thousand pieces not even gold could glue back together had warned him.

Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

That first night ended and his first day in freedom dawned – judging from the birdsong sneaking through the tree leaves and into Dream’s cave.

Dream didn’t have the energy to stand up.

More hallucinations haunted his sleep – if it was sleep. His body felt too heavy, his thoughts too hazy for him to be sleeping but – at one point, the hallucination of Bad took root in his mind. Dream heard Bad coo, felt Bad heave him into a bed that Dream certainly hadn’t made, cried while Bad tucked him and drew covers tight around him.

“Sleep tight, good dreams will arrive, cupcake,” the hallucination’s voice quivered as rough, scarred fingers slipped underneath Dream’s mask and tugged it off. The hallucination wanted to card through Dream’s hair and it did, detangling the knots, casting Dream’s drifty mind back to the days of happiness and – “Shh, Clay. I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”

Dream wailed, his throat giving out on him. All the while, the hallucination kept touching him, gently, like Bad loved him, like Bad was here, like Bad cared.

(Love and care were two different shoes. Surely, Sapnap and George still loved Dream but they had shown that they didn’t care for him.)

(Dream was forgetting something. Or someone. Heat was lancing through his brain, pain a deliberating force on everything that was him. How his mind still had enough force to call upon a hallucination with the ability to mimic the sensation of touch he didn’t know. But there was someone else, an agenda, Dream was forgetting.)

(Clay hated getting sick, not only because he couldn’t play with Pandas but because he couldn’t help demanding attention. To be fair, Bad would always give it to him.

“I’m dying,” Clay sobbed, writhing against the covers Bad had forced him under. “It’s too hot, it hurts, I am dying!”

“Shh, you silly, silly cupcake.” Bad chuckled, gently stroking over Clay’s head. Those fingers were so good, they spanned half his head and… Bad was starting to mindlessly but gently tug at all of Clay’s knots, tutting whenever another appeared in the long locks of Clay’s hair. “You’ll be ok, I’m here.”

Whenever Bad acted like this, Clay could pretend that Bad wasn’t only Pandas’ Dad but also his own, and fierce, fierce love wrecked Clay’s body together with the many illnesses he suffered.

One day, one day Clay would create a server for them, for Bad and Pandas and himself and anyone else he loved. He knew he was strong enough, as were his convictions and dreams.)

Energy trickled back into Dream, day by day. The hallucination stayed, far longer than Dream expected it to, offering comfort and safety and the weakness was too strong. Dream, shamefully, gave in.

Until one day the rustle of wings, the wind whistling through feathers just outside his and his hallucination’s cave broke the spell.

“Mate?”

Not Sir, not Sir at all but –

“Get out.” His hallucination growled and the air pulsed with heat and old power – and there was no way that Dream’s stitched together mind could have replicate Bad’s aura when he was pissed and protecting someone. (Someone, not something, an important distinction.)

“Bad Boy Halo, I –“

“Leave before I make you leave. You offered no help, worse, you rejected sanctuary.”

“I didn’t know.”

Bad snorted and responded. Philza said words as well but – Dream had already lost the thread, his mind fuzzy with realizations and too full, too broken to comprehend anything. Until –

“Had I known he was blind and a baby Admin, he wouldn’t have left my house!” Feathers hit the stone walls. Or did feathers scrape along obsidian, crying in sync with the dripping walls? Sir was back, wasn’t he –

Scarred hands cradled Dream’s cheeks and a pair of leathery wings sneaked around and under Dream’s frame. The hands didn’t move. They just held his face and provided an anchor for his mind.

“Bad…” How to say the things he had to say, how to ask questions, how –

Dream’s head is pressed to a dark throat and his breath hitched. Too often Dream had been in this position whenever the world got too big, or he got too big for the world and it bared its fangs at him. Being settled against the thrum of Bad’s heart hadn’t rightened all the wrongs in the world but it had always – always – made them manageable.

“I’m here, Dream. Don’t you worry.”

Dream believed him and let himself fall into trust.

One more time.

#c!dream #c!badboyhalo #c!quackity #c!philza #c!techno #gift #angst #hurt/minimal comfort?#warning author likes c!Dream and cc!Dream so please don't come in with neg #also warning: author's been tipsy or drunk while writing this in one go #divider was made by riftdancing

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bigboobyhalo · 1 year

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I’m wondering how they’ll explain ramón living in canon tho. I’m kinda hoping that it wasn’t a nightmare or hallucination and that it actually happened but the island brought ramón back. maybe a case of the island showing its residents just how much power it actually wields and that they shouldn’t fuck with it because it will kill their children if they try …

#qsmp #I just rlly liked the scene of max and foolish and quackity and BBH all like. mourning him and comforting each other and all that stuff #and I just don’t want it to be retconned as a nightmare or whatever cuz I thought it was rlly fucking good

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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helloooo,

quackity x reader (gender doesn’t matter) where reader comforts him because he’s really burnt out? totally fine if not! 🌹

Quackity loved doing what he did for a living

You had known that from the first moment you ever learned what he did in his free time

His streams were sometimes the highlight of his day. Discord calls with friends for random YouTube uploads became a way to get him to laugh at the dampest moments. And his chat never failed to cheer him up; even if it mostly consisted of the craziest mother fuckers he'd ever heard of

But that can all be too much for someone, even at the best of times. Especially when that someone is trying to wrap up a giant lore plot point and study for lawyer school at the same time

He had called you right after his second to last lore stream

Closing twitch had been probably the biggest relief of that day. If the giant stack of papers in the corner titled "EXAM NOTES" weren't any hint, Big Q was exhausted

And he really needed a friend

You were in a Chipotle, thinking absent-mindedly about that one vine when his name had popped up on your phone screen

It elicited a surprised, yet happy smile from you as you answered the call

The joke you had been prepared to make when sliding the answer button across the screen died in your throat as a tired voice called your name

A very tired voice

The food was forgotten, your feet on auto pilot as you marched straight out of the restaurant and into your car, asking what was wrong all the way there

You knew Quackity had a tendency to over work himself, but you'd never seen him like this before

It had taken a few moments to pry anything out of the man that wasn't reused meme quotes or half hearted puns, but eventually he had shut up and let you say your part

"Alex. Listen to me. Right now, your school work and mental health is more important than Minecraft. Twitch, YouTube, Discord; none of that matters when it comes to you. I know how long you've been wanting to become a lawyer, and you can't do that if your working yourself into the ground over a stupid block game. Message anyone on that server of yours and they'll tell you the same thing. For fucks sake, you know you have millions of fans that would be more than understanding if you took a break for just a bit. Now try actually letting yourself relax for once while I go finish getting my food, okay?"

By the time you had went inside, grabbed your perfectly timed good baggie, and sat back in your car to text him, Quackity had taken your advice and closed all of the tabs on his computer in favor of taking a shower—only after leaving a message to you detailing all that

You had simply rolled your eyes with a soft smile at the text he had left you

Sighing, you started to back your car out of the parking lot

Maybe you should bring him some McDonald's on your way home

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