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k9povnd · 2 months

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GIVE HIM HIS INHALER!!!

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markliving · 3 months

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Be the poet and i will be your soldier

pairing: quackity x f!reader (lawyer!quackity x lawyer!reader)

warnings: lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of quackity real name, this history don't pass in our reality, english is not my firts language.

synopse: you thought you hated Alex. And Alex thought he hated you. What none of you knew was that a particularly difficult case, and some unexpected events during the case, would leave you both living under the same roof and with some unknown feelings being revealed.

word count: 970

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1. a chilling start

You looked intently at the white roof from the guest room in Alexis' house. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that could divert your mind from the latest events in your life, which, at first, were going from bad to worse.

You couldn't tell your family and friends anything outside of work. You thought they would worry more than they should, but most of the time they were right, and in your opinion, it wasn't necessary because it was close to being over.

Not only that, but you needed to close your eyes and sleep urgently, after all, tomorrow was the last day of your stay at Alex's house, and also the last trial of the case. Yet, why did your heart seem to break every time you thought about leaving him? It scared you to think that you would never again be able to look into his eyes and see that they didn't reflect hate, but rather adoration. He was your biggest enemy, so why these strange feelings?

You could hear him mumbling around the apartment, probably trying to find the case papers he left scattered around the house last night while you guys talked about them. And now that your brain was alerted by the noises outside the room, you wanted more and more to disappear from the universe, not exist and let everything disappear. How would you face him the next morning without feeling embarrassed and saying that you remembered the revealing conversation you two had while you were drunk, and that, in fact, it was actually all a farce?

And then you remembered that it was all the fault of Chris, your boss, and, also, future cupid.

All this whole problem starts when Chris puts you and Alex on the same case, even knowing that you don't like each other and having heard that you two have had problems since the beginning of college. His wife, who had already seen some of the disagreements between the two of you, said it was just a misunderstanding of feelings that neither of you could bear and even proposed that he do something to help other people in the office have some kind of peace. So, when he received the papers from the Miller brothers, he knew this was the perfect time to bring the two of you together and maybe get the two of you to come to a peace agreement.

"Sir, with all respect, but what kind of joke is that?", you asked Chris as soon as you heard him say about the case that you two would have to work together, anxiously pressing your nails into your palm, leaving a few marks.

“You heard right, miss. I believe that the two of you can do a good defense job together, so the two of you will work together”, he responded, while pushing a blue folder, which contained the various papers with information about the case, on the table further ahead.

Alex looked at you, analyzing your face, trying to find some trace of something that wasn't anger or something like that, but he was caught by your gaze, making him look away and look forward again with a bit of shame. So he took the blue folder, pressed it firmly, and spoke.

“Sir, I think just one of us can do this job alone, after all, you said that in the beginning…”, Alex made a pause before starting speaking again. “But, even though I'm against this idea, I accept working with her in this case”.

You laughed sarcastically at his words. You thought it was funny how he sounded when he said it, and you even considered saying it back, but Chris was starting to get impatient, and you chose to accept that idea, leaving the room shortly after with strong steps.

“Please try not to kill each other”, the boss asked Alex, who was still in the room, and received a nod of confirmation from him, who also immediately left the room.

After that day, the two of you began studying the case in silence during office hours. Your coworkers were afraid that at any moment the two time bombs, Alex and you, could go off and cause a huge mess during the time you spent together. And finally, on a busy day for both of you, before a meeting with the client in the case, John Miller, whom you were both defending, the confusion that was feared at the time began.

And of course, the two of you would have different ideas, everyone expected that, but you both had strong geniuses, and anything different was a reason for discussion. A few minutes before starting the meeting, it seemed that Hurricane Katrina had passed and Chris had to intervene, giving the two of you a huge scolding for your childishness and informality, and you both still seemed to have fire in your eyes even after all the confusion.

As soon as John Miller entered the room, the two of you returned to focus on the case and began the meeting with the client. What you didn't expect was that this was the beginning of a bigger nightmare, and that the little fight between you wasn't the biggest one of all.

After the first trial, which, to be honest, didn't result in any progress in the story, the brothers didn't want to collaborate. The witnesses questioned did not say anything that you had not been informed about, which caused a huge headache when it came to studying other means that could be used in the defense. However, a few days later, something that alarmed everyone involved, not only in the case, but also the other lawyers in the office, located in the place where you lived, warned them that everything was more dangerous than they imagined.

a/n: hello hello! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I promise to update this week with another chapter and another, probably, with gojo.

#quackity x reader #quackity #female reader #quackity series #quackity fluff #enemies to lovers #some angst #quackity x you #quackity au

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angelsandarsenic · 1 year

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THE EGG

You know what has to be done now right??

SINGLE DAD QUACKITY AU

#Qsmp #quackity au #Fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #luzugames #wilbur soot

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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if u vote quackity i'll pick up quackity/seekers au again.

if you vote wilbur i'll give you MORE WILBUR CHOCOLATE AU WITHIN THIS WEEK!

if you vote joe hills i will give you a nice pat on the head :D

#talking brick #brick does mcytblr sexyman #quackity au #wilbur chocolate au #i'm sure their competition are also sexymans but i'm such a loser that my guys need to win. at least one of them.

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melissa-the-wolf-848 · 10 months

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Au de Quackity "Blind c! Quackity"

#quackity fanart #Quackity au #fanart #dream smp fanart

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karmaduck1 · 2 years

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TWDKH

Naming this AU Those Who Don't Know History or TWDKH for short. More about this below the cut.

For context

Now

No, he’s not as pale as he looks in the picture, I just suck and coloring and after screwing up most of his clothes and hair I gave up.

He doesn’t have a home, instead he lives in a cave, which he’s decorated with pictures he shares with his friends + Spreen’s magazines.

He does, however, own a tent by his lake.

Despite having lost his three lives to the Prophet, he’s still forced to go to church every day, he sits in the back of it and avoids looking and talking to the Prophet.

His chronic pain often forces him to lean on anything or anyone, otherwise he falls and curls up until the pain stops.

Luckily, he’s rarely ever alone when he gets those.

In his past life he was the president of a country...?

He remembers more after revival, but has never brought it up to anyone.

His favorite activities include gambling in Jacky’s casino, playing the piano in Spreen’s restaurant, playing cards and drinking with Barca and Pato, and swimming.

He has constant nightmares, hence his dark circles under his eyes, so instead of sleeping at night he runs around looking for adventures.

He gets along with most if not all Tortillaland’s citizens.

One time, Juanito found him staring at Focus and Pato flying, and asked him if he’d like to join them; Juanito then proceeded to make him fly with his magic, Quackity was elated.

Whenever he has self-destructive thoughts and anyone in the Orange Island notices it, they make it their mission to show Quackity how important he is to them.

Mess with the duck? Mess with a whole island if not a country.

He collects stuff that reminds him of his friends! Like Focus and Pato’s feathers, Spreen’s old shirt, Reborn’s trench coat... Discs that remind him of someone else, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, a totem, a crown.

He has pets! A couple of ducks, a monkey, a skeleton horse Barca gave him, and a cat Spreen gave him.

I’ll work more on this as I go, maybe I’ll write about his interactions with others.

#TWDKH #quackity au #tortillaland au

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cyani07 · 7 months

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two different kinds of tntduo AUs

#mcyt #tntduo #quackity #wilbur soot #coffee shop au and a religious trauma stigmata au ermmm anways #sorry im kind of out of it tonight hope its good enough though #my art

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killin-kel · 3 months

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Dream SMP Frozen AU part 2!! we finally have antagonists and slimy snowman! ALSO I wrote a short fanfic for tnt duo dance scene! so... If you're maybe interested.... here's the link (you can look at fic tags under the cut)

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ladyddanger · 7 months

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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

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aetherean-alchemist · 1 month

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QSMP 3AM CHALLENGE GONE WRONG

OMG SUPER HAUNTED

NOT CLICKBAIT (BLOOD SACRIFICE) (CUCURUCHO SPOTTED???)

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp yangdding #qsmp fanart #qsmp art #yd bbh q and roier's accidental horror movie last night would make a great #paranormal ghost hunting video ngl #ghost hunting au perhaps with bbyquoier??#anyways i was today years old when i learned how to make a yt thumbnail for a meme 0_0 #qsmp quackity #qsmp cucurucho #tw unreality

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peachyubey · 8 months

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baby birds (government drones)

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #baghera jones #quackity #quackity fanart #jaiden animations #qsmp baghera #qsmp jaiden #project blue bird au #qsmp quackity

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k9povnd · 7 months

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So.

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markliving · 2 months

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Be the poet and i will be your soldier (II)

pairing: quackity x f!reader (lawyer!quackity x lawyer!reader)

warnings: lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of quackity real name, this history don't pass in our reality, english is not my firts language.

word count: 932

previous chapter: a chilling start

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2. As if it were the first time

The year was two thousand and eighteen. Summer in the United States was killing anyone who dared to face it under their greatest ally, the Sun, and without a hint of hydration.

You smiled happily at the paper in your hands. You had gotten a great grade on the last test of the semester, which surprised you a little, since last time it was exactly the opposite, and it had left you a little sad. You were proud of yourself with such a feat currently. You took a deep breath of relief, and the thought that you could finally sleep as many hours as you wanted to be appeared in your mind.

What you didn't expect was that Alexis, or Quackity, as you heard some of his friends call him a while ago — which, in particular, wasn't your case — would pass by your side with a gigantic smile on his lips, walking towards behind, in the opposite direction that you were going and looking, while raising a piece of paper in the air, which contained the grade for the same test as yours, the difference being that the grade was a little higher than yours.

“See you next time!” Alex shouted, while, with his other hand, he lowered the sunglasses he was wearing and gave you a wink, waving goodbye, so you took the action as an affront.

And since then, you promised yourself that you wouldn't let Alexis upset you and let anger get the best of you in those annoying moments.

The atmosphere in the office was more morbid and silent. Some dared to whisper what was driving your boss crazy in the moments when he was alone in his office, since the day you appeared desperate in his office, after reading something that left you scared and nervous. No one knew exactly what had happened except the rumors and opinions of those who worked there.

“All good.” Chris left his room, analyzing all the faces in the rest area. “Everybody is here?” he asked and received a nod as a sign of positive from your secretary.

He wanted to make it clear to everyone there what had happened in the last few days, and then stop the meaningless whispers he had to hear every time he walked through the building about what had happened to you and your absence.

“Things have been going beyond the limits these last few days. The case of those two brothers is not as easy as it seems, therefore, I ask that, from today onwards, you guys be careful who you trust with information, and until the end of this case, I want confidentiality of everything you have heard or read about this case here in this desk.” The man, as he spoke, kept his face serious and his arms crossed, wanting to convey the message that this was no joke.

“Sir, can I ask you why all this?” one of the lawyers asked.

“[Name] received a letter, which contained a threat. And, apparently, it has to do with the case that she and Alexis are working on together, the two millionaire brothers. Therefore, not only for her safety, but also for everyone who works here, I decided to take her away from the office for a few days and asked her to spend time elsewhere” explained Chris, adopting a slightly more relaxed, but not so much.

What they didn't know, and didn't even expect, was that you were in Alex's apartment, because Chris thought it would be a good idea to put you in the house of his biggest enemy — and also work partner — to spend some time once, since that the boy lived in a place a little away from the city center, and that he hoped that no one would find them there.

You, in turn, wanted to explode as soon as you considered and accepted that proposal. You were literally living with your number one enemy.

And, just like the first time, you promised to yourself that on those days that you would have to spend at Alex's house, you wouldn't let him disturb or irritate you, however, fate had other plans for you while you lived in that apartment with his, until then, greatest enemy.

You felt completely out of place when you arrived at Alex's apartment. Your heart told you to give up on that and run away, but your rational side knew that, based on what Chris had told the day before, that was the best place to go during this moment.

You were terrified when you found that letter among others, while looking for one of the bills you urgently needed to pay. And, without even thinking much, you ended up calling the last person in the world that you promised to ignore and hate until his last breath on Earth, Alexis.

The boy, who until then had been sleeping, was startled by the ringing of his cell phone and, as soon as he picked it up, he was surprised by the name he saw on the screen, even thinking that it was some kind of mirage or dream.

“Hello?” Alex answered the call.

“Alex…”

“[Name]…”

Alex could hear the heavy breathing on the other end of the line, but he didn't have the courage to ask anything.

“I think they're trying to threaten me”.

“What?” He sat down on the sofa quickly, worried about what he just heard.

“Eric Miller.”

And then, a cloud laden with always omen settled in the heads of the two young lawyers, and now, also roommates and enemies.

a/n: sorry for the delay in this chapter, my college started again, and I ended up getting a little confused in my schedule

#quackity x reader #quackity #female reader #quackity series #quackity fluff #enemies to lovers #some angst #quackity x you #quackity au

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burjoujou · 3 months