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moffmarray · 2 years

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*me: supposed to be doing assessment due tomorrow and not even being a quarter done... also me: decides to drop Tntduo headcanon instead*

c!Quackity likes to give Ghostbur blue roses because c!Wilbur (Alivebur) would give Quackity roses all the time. Ghostbur isn't Wilbur though. Quackity would go through the trouble of making blue dye, dying the roses and giving them to Ghostbur. Quackity didn't really know why he just felt a 'need' to do something, something which takes so much effort, but he continued doing it anyway. Perhaps it was a sense of nostalgia. Something Quackity also didn't know was that the blue roses were what was used to create Blue. The Blue Ghostbur gives out to people to suck the sadness out of them, and it's made from Quackity's blue roses. You see, whenever Ghostbur would receive or even just hold the blue roses, he instantly gets this warm feeling inside. Ghostbur called it happiness. It was happiness, but with a bit more pizzazz...Ghostbur obviously didn't know the actual emotion he was feeling. Worse thing is that Ghostbur thought it was the colour blue that was making him feel such a way, not the person that was giving it to him. He then started thinking that the reason he would always feel so warm and bubbly inside whenever he's with Quackity was because Quackity's always wearing the colour blue. That is why Ghostbur thought he was in love with Friend. That is why during that one time, in Philza's house, when Ghostbur gave Friend a 'trim' (he was sheared), Ghostbur immediately asked for Phil to take Friend out for him to regrow his wool. Ghostbur felt closure, safeness with the colour blue. He convinced himself that it was the colour blue. Ghostbur thought that the moments with Quackity where he just has a need to be in contact with him, physically, and where he'd have an urge to gaze at Quackity's face, feeling that warmth grow. It was apparently all the blue on Quackity. What a dumb ghost...very cute dumb ghost.../aff

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tntduo-brainrot-is-real · 2 years

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Tnt Duo Summer/Pride Week 2022

Hello and welcome! This is the second time doing one of these, and this time, y'all have time to fully prepare for the prompts ahead.

A couple of basic rules:

The tag for everything will be 'tntduo pride week 2022'

The prompts can be as fluffy or as angsty as you want to interpret them

You can do art, fics, or anything you can imagine!! If it's a creative medium, I'm all for it

It starts on June 14th, and ends on the summer solstice, June 21st, and there will be prompts every day as you'll see listed below

Have fun!!

The Prompts:

June 14th: Fruit Basket /and/or/ Moonlight

June 15th: Genderswapped OR Trans

June 16th: Drunk /and/or/ Comfort

June 17th: Ballroom /and/or/ Joy

June 18th: First Kiss /and/or/ Sharing a Bed

June 19th: Song /and/or/ Ashes

June 20th: Almost Kissing /and/or/ Goodbye

June 21st: Solstice /and/or/ Pride

Good Luck!!

#tntduo pride week 2022 #tntduo #tnt duo #c!tntduo #quackbur #c!quackbur #c!tnt duo #dsmpshipping #dm for spicy list

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impscar · 2 years

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[day one]

#tntduo pride week 2022 #tntduo #c!tntduo #tntblr #quackbur #c!quackbur #Quackity #Wilbur soot #c!quackity #c!wilbur

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moonicdaze · 2 years

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gggggh i fucking forgot how to draw them but heres that good fucking t4t food

#tntduo pride week 2022 #ink's art #quackbur #c!quackbur

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medium-kat07 · 2 years

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Tntduo Pride Week 1; Moonlight

“The moon’s really pretty over Las Nevadas, you know?”

“I know,” Quackity murmured, not lifting his gaze from the documents in front of him. “It’s a pity all the light pollution blocks out the stars.”

He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he felt his presence (always, always felt his presence) just beside him, watching the moon rise over the city through Quackity’s office window. He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he knew he would have the same gentle smile he kept when nobody was looking, in solitary moments where he wasn’t performing as the villain or the savior- just Wilbur. (Just pretty.) He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he knew the man’s gaze would trail over to where the smaller duck hybrid sat working, and that he would watch Quackity scribble signatures with a dying ink pen like he was something to be watched. To be adored.

He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he would love him, just from his desk.

Not like he’d ever say it.

“Do you ever watch it,” the taller man called.

“Watch what?”

“The moon,” Wilbur murmured. Quackity felt the eyes being taken off him. Wilbur looked out the window again. “The sky at night.”

“Why would I?”

“It’s full tonight.”

Quackity did look up this time, eyes catching on the ragged trench coat before he even glanced out the window to see the pale moonlight light up the city he loved.

“Do you ever leave your office at all?”

“No. Or- yes, of course I do, when I go home.”

“When is that?”

Quackity racked his brain. “I’m supposed to go home at... nine, I think.”

“It’s well past nine, darling.”

Quackity had the distinct feeling of something being crushed in his diaphragm, and he closed his eyes in order to not smile foolishly at the nickname. “Mm-hm.”

“You’re overworking yourself.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Come over here,” Wilbur sighed. “If you’re not going to go home, just... come watch the moon with me.”

Quackity looked at his eyes, which was hard to do at first, but it got easier as he kept looking. It’s hard to gather the courage to open your mouth underwater, but it’s so so achingly easy to drown.

He was moving before he realized it, pushing his desk chair back with the sound of the dull rubber wheels turning against hardwood. He walked around his desk until he stood next to Wilbur.

The moon glowed (of course it did, it was the moon.) over Las Nevadas. Streets bustled with taxis and buses, and the neon lights left pink and green brightening the night, even with nothing but a shining rock to offer a spotlight over the scene.

Quackity’s eyes traced the skyline. He saw the construction in the northern district, a new hotel to siphon money, and some apartment complexes. Condos. Party Venues. Unfinished construction. Foolish was on his back about the material prices and fiberglass inflation, and Sam kept asking him about the tax charges and lawyers for multiple lawsuits. Not to mention the arcade down the street that was rapidly losing customers and the ballroom someone keeps sneaking lead plates into-

“Q,” Wilbur prompted, brow furrowing. “Q, hey.”

Quackity startled, looking towards him with bristling shoulders.

“Stop thinking about work, man,” he laughed, although the usually melodic sound was cut by his smoker’s lungs. “They’ll be fine without you for a few seconds. Just... look at the moon.”

Quackity huffed, turning again to look out the window.

The moon was full, he noted. A perfect circle over the jagged skyline. Though the neon of Las Nevadas was bright, some desolate rooftops and darkened streets still managed to receive some of her light.

Quackity felt a soft smile inch onto his face.

He did love the city he’d built. Right from the ground up.

“The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” he mumbled.

“It doesn’t shine as bright as the sun,” Wilbur reminded him, as though it would cause Quackity to rethink his opinion.

“But it’s easier to look at,” Quackity sighed. He wasn’t watching the moon anymore.

Wilbur met his eyes carefully.

“I’ve missed you, Q,” he murmured. Casually, gently. With his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly, those same smudged glasses not high enough on the bridge of his nose to cover practically gold eyes.

He said it as though it was some kind of confession, and Quackity kind of hoped it was.

“I... missed you too, Soot.”

“Do you...” the dead man said slowly, “...want me to go home?” His eyes cast downward. “I am banned, after all.”

Quackity worried at the cuff of his sleeve for a bit. “Do you think you should?”

“It’s... not like I have anyone waiting for me.”

“You want me to pity you, then?” Quackity chuckled playfully. “Is that your angle?”

Wilbur grinned. “Oh, maybe.”

Quackity rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I suppose nobody would mind if you stuck around for a day or two.”

Quackity tried not to grin when Wilbur brightened instantly. “Really?”

“Yeah, fine,” the smaller said. “Don’t steal anything.”

“Steal everything, got it,” Wilbur joked, making Quackity laugh again.

Wilbur looked out the window. Over seconds, his smile morphed into something softer, the same one Quackity recognized. The real one. The glowing one.

“You shine, you know.”

Wilbur glanced at him. “...what?”

“When you smile like that,” Quackity sighed. “You shine.”

Wilbur studied him for a moment, seeming taken aback.

“...Not as bright as the sun, though.”

Quackity leaned against the window sill. “But just enough to look at.”

#tntduo pride week 2022 #tntduo #quackbur #c!tntduo #c!quackbur #fluff #tntduo fluff #tntduo week #tntduo fic #tntduo fanfic #quackbur fic #c!tntduo fic #c!quackbur fic #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fic #dream smp fanfiction #tntduo fanfiction

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then1ghtangel · 2 years

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Tntduo pride week day 2: trans

My personal Headcanons for the characters [not ccs]

No I’m not projecting <- lying

#dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #wilbur soot #dream smp fanart #wilbur soot fanart #night_art #dsmp fanart #tntduo #tnt duo fanart #tntduo pride week 2022 #tnt duo #quackity fanart #quackity hq #quackity #wilbur

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bamjammy · 2 years

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Tntduo pride week day 2!

Genderbent

I also wrote a little fic, though it’s not very good because I wrote it at 4am

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IYxEu9nAtN5VHbQDxAtQH7d6FSFS4_4lfSK0po0I-Ak/edit

#dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #wilbur soot #dsmp au #quackity #dsmp art #tntduo #c!quackity #c!wilbur #dsmp fanfic #quackbur #tntduo fanart #tntduo pride week 2022

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zooone · 2 years

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tntduo pride week 2022 - day 2 (genderswapped)

i dont like this but eh whatever brbrbrbr

please ignore my wide array of art styles shhh

genderswapped ctntduo jazz hands

+ a little doodle :))

#tntduo pride week 2022 #tntblr #tntduo #wilbur #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #c!wilbur #revivedbur #genderswap #dsmp #dsmp quackity #dsmp art #dsmp fanart #quackity fanart #wilbur soot fanart #WHY DID I MAKE THEM LOOK SO OLD OMG

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yourfavouritetragedy · 2 years

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First Kiss

bringing to you the content that matters in life... (tntduo funnies instead of angst in this trying time) seriously shoutout to @tntduo-brainrot-is-real because I haven’t written this much in this short a time period (even tho i’m not doing the official timeframe) for ages. can’t believe prompts can actually work giving you ideas if you’re determined enough lol

TW for referenced (mental) hospitalization in this one (it’s vaguely a university AU) (still using Nicholas as headcanon cquackity name to differentiate between cc)

The first time Wilbur saw him, he knew. He had found his match. This one, this one — he will be my rival. He walked too confidently, spoke too much, and had the most annoying voice Wilbur had ever heard.

His name was Quackity — Nicholas Quackity, but people only ever called him by his last name; he was that kind of bastard. Wilbur Soot f*cking hated people who go by their last names — pretentious, “popular” pricks, the lot of them. Quackity fit the bill, attracting friends and admirers alike. Wilbur assumed they were all vapid.

The first time Wilbur spoke to Quackity, he was rude. He looked surprised, and then hurt, but Wilbur didn’t feel bad because they were already enemies. The pathetically short man just didn’t know it yet. (Much later, Wil would learn that Quackity had even admired him before this fateful first conversation. He felt a bit sorry then, having developed a more amicable relationship with him.)

Their relationship progressed from there, escalating from passive-aggressive exchanges to pranks and even sabotage. Things that would be too cruel towards other people they did without question, their relationship occupying some space apart from normalcy.

The first time he touched Quackity, he had grabbed Wilbur’s hand as he was trying to swipe his pencil. Wilbur, in a fit of lacking any thoughts whatsoever, grabbed the wrist grabbing his with his other hand. He didn’t even realize he had never touched Quackity before until he could feel the blood under his skin. Quackity ran warm.

He blushed, for some reason. It was effective (the wrist-grabbing, not the blush) in getting Quackity to let go of his hand. Wilbur also dropped the pencil, but he held on to Q’s wrist.

“Soot.” Quackity always called him “Soot” because he knew he hated it. He paused, trying to figure out what to say, then slightly shook his head to dismiss any unusual thoughts. “Let go of my wrist,” he demanded.

Wilbur let go. He had the strange urge to punch Quackity in order to get him to grab Wilbur again.

(He gave into the urge a few weeks later.) (It was worth it, it was totally worth it, consequences and all.)

Quackity was probably the most interesting part of his life, he reflected. Wilbur didn’t have many friends, especially since he was hospitalized last year and that scared some foolish people. Quackity didn’t care about that. He hated Wilbur like he would any other person — or rather, he hated Wilbur especially much in a special way (Wilbur was certain about this because he wanted them to be special) but not because of the mental illness at all.

He enjoyed hating Quackity back, because he was unpredictable. Fascinating. Captivating. If Wilbur ever realized he was as enthralled as the groupies he despised, he would have been ashamed.

The first time he realized he was attracted to Quackity, it was Tommy’s fault. Wilbur was ranting about him again, going on and on about how Quackity had such an insolent look on his face all the time, how he (probably) was a goddamn capitalist bootlicker who (probably) thought money had real value, how he made such repulsive dirty jokes that made Wilbur feel all wrong. Tommy got a funny look on his face when the topic turned to how Quackity’s eyes were too unique, what a bastard, I could look at them for hours, and have you seen his face? It’s unfair that he’s blessed with that pretty face with those pretty f*cking lips.

Wilbur paused. “What?” he exclaimed, needing to know the reason behind Tommy’s strange face.

“Nothing, nothing!” he said, throwing up his hands. He had his phone in one, which showed a “how to support a gay or bisexual friend” page that Wilbur either ignored or didn’t notice.

“Seriously, tell me, Tom.” Wilbur got serious. “If it bothers you that I complain about him too much, I’ll stop.” He didn’t want to #toxic.

Tommy quickly shook his head. “No, no, it’s not that. It’s just…” He sighed. Deeply. And painfully. Long-suffering-ly. “Are you sure the only thing you’re feeling for this guy is hatred, Wil?”

“What? Yes, of course! What do you even mean?” Wilbur asked animatedly, afraid of where this was going.

Tommy’s cheeks turned pink, and he turned his face away. “You seem to ah, you seem to be a bit hot for him, a little, y’know….”

It was Wilbur’s turn to blush, but he pretended his face was red out of anger. “Me? Be attracted to Nicholas Quackity? I'm offended that you would even think that possible!" He jumped up. “I need to take a walk, Tommy, after hearing you habour that ridiculous notion.” He ran out of the room to promptly daydream about kissing Nicholas Quackity.

He would continue to deny it for about two days, before resigning himself to the fact that he was miserably, hopelessly, pathetically in love with the guy he hated most.

He didn’t even need to act different to get romantic payoff out of their interactions: They had long ago started teasing and flirting with each other. Gratuitous touching went along with that territory, and keeping his face cold let any amount of staring pass unnoted as glaring.

The worst part was not knowing what went through his rival’s pretty little head. Did he really blush just then, or was that anger? When he talked about wanting Wilbur carnally, was any part of that serious? As an unpracticed liar himself, Wilbur was no good at figuring out what was an act. Being left in the dark nearly drove him mad, trying to figure out Quackity’s true intent behind every action.

The first time Wilbur Soot kissed Nicholas Quackity, he wasn’t sure if he meant it back. It was a dare, or a challenge, or something. (Maybe it was an excuse.)

“Yo, you taking out your girl for dinner?” Quackity had called out upon seeing him leading Niki to his car. He casually strolled over to them.

Wilbur instantly turned away from his car and closed the door he just opened for Niki. “Not f*cking cool, dude,” he said, “Niki is my platonic gal pal. slash gen.” He crossed his arms.

Niki looked at him weird, and then simply sighed. Quackity smoothly replied, “Well, maybe you can fit me into that opening in your schedule, baby.”

Wilbur scoffed. “Please. You wouldn’t be able to handle my charm, dear Quackity.” Figuring that statement needed elaboration, he added, “You would perish on the spot from the sheer power of even just a kiss of mine.”

Quackity laughed. “You’re so full of yourself, Soot. Prove it.”

Niki preemptively opened her phone to look at #girlbossing posts on Instagram. “What?” Wilbur startled.

He took a step forward. “You heard me. Prove it. Kiss me.”

Wilbur laughed. Nervously. “Well, Quackity, there’s no chance you’ll actually perish from my kiss, I’ll admit that, so I see no way for me to win here.” He didn’t move away.

“You win,” Quackity said, “if I say you’re a good kisser. Objectively. And remember, I’ve kissed a LOT of guys.” He winked, just to be an asshole like that.

Well. Wilbur was fairly confident, having gone through a few casual relationships himself, some of them with the same people as Quackity, and he was never one to back down from a challenge, at least not one from his beloved rival. And here it was, a chance to finally kiss him with no possible repercussions. “Okay,” he said.

Quackity drew back in shock. “Wow, I didn’t think you’d agree to go this far. I kinda thought you were homophobic because I’m gay and you hate me.” At Wilbur’s concerned and then affronted look, he said with a glint in his eye, “Oh no, I’m still very much up to kiss you. Let’s do this, sweetheart.”

Wilbur leaned down, but stopped. “You’re too short,” he said with a grin. Quackity was, indeed, a full head shorter than him.

“No, you’re too tall. Bastard.” He sighed. “Lift me into the roof of your car,” he said with the air of someone tired of having to solve all the problems in the relationship.

Wilbur did just that, and for a fleeting moment Quackity was in his arms. He put one hand on the car to balance and he leaned in. “Don’t knee me in the balls,” he whispered.

“Don’t give me ideas,” Quackity replied. His breath was hot on Wilbur’s lips, and he suddenly couldn’t bear it a second longer.

Wilbur didn’t bother to start off soft, pressing into him, so Quackity reciprocated. Damn, this is as good as I hoped. Wilbur scraped his lip, too afraid to bite him outright. Quackity bit him outright. Okay cool. He moved his other hand to tip his head back, and Q pulled him down. Wilbur felt him run his fingers through his head and shivered. They kissed way longer than was necessary and there was definitely a lot of germs exchanged.

“Okay,” Quackity admitted, breathless, when they finally pulled apart, “I will give you this one thing: you are a good kisser. Let’s do this again sometime.”

Wilbur couldn’t help but push his luck. “Do it again, like, for fun?” He turned away. “Or, y’know, seriously… with. feelings,” he mumbled out.

Quackity stared at him. “You f*cking idiot. I’ve had a crush on you since at least a few weeks after we started flirting. Even Slime could tell, and you know it can’t distinguish between romance and friendship.” He neglected to mention that Slime “Charlie” Slime figured it out because 1) Quackity explicitly told it that kissing was romantic previously 2) Quackity talked to it quite a lot about how much he wanted to kiss Wilbur.

He refused to let Quackity trap him like this. “Okay, then can you tell me how long I have liked you?” he retorted.

Quackity blinked. “Um. Either forever or a week.” He had no idea.

“Wrong. Kiss me again,” Wilbur requested, leaning in.

The second time Wilbur kissed Quackity, he knew it was meant fully, which made it even sweeter.

Niki turned to Tommy, who had magically appeared at the scene, unable to ever escape the homoerotic tension between these two, and handed him five British pounds. “I really thought they were going to announce they have been secretly dating for weeks. By the way, I’m homophobic now.”

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