#quackity button anymore

[thenewausten]

Quackity Imagine: Flirting with you <3

Alex was your best friend, he was very funny, smart, gentle, cute and of course, handsome. But he was your best friend. You'd never admit you'd kiss him, you'd never admit you'd fuck him. You'd never admit your love for him. But you'd if you'd, that's the truth.

You were at a party with him, Alex was with some friends and you were talking with a friend of yours, Alex eyes always on you, watching the boy in front of you touches your arm as he speaks. God, he didn't want to admit, but he was so fuckin' jealous. So. Fuckin'. Jealous.

As soon as your friend leaves, your best friend, drunk as shit, approaches you with a smirk on his face. "Where's your boy?" He asks, one of his hand on the wall, next to your head, as he's now in front of you. His black button-up shirt making him so damn sexy you might die. "Boy?" You ask him, a little confused. "The guy you were talkin' to." He says, his other hand touching your hair. "He's not my boy. I don't have any boy." You answer him and he shrugs. "It's hard to believe that you don't have anyone. You're so fuckin' beautiful." He whispers as he approaches your face. You nervously laugh to your best friend. "Dude, how many beers did you take?!"

"Some, but I'm not blind, Y/N." His eyes on your lips for some seconds as you breathe in and out. "Am I making you nervous?!"

"You're." You whisper, making Alex smirk. "Yeah?! Why?" He asks in your ear, his nose passing through your neck, smelling your perfume, his mouth slightly opened, making you shiver with his warm breathing on your skin. "You smell so good." He whispers. "Alex, sto-" The boy sucks your skin, so harshly you let a little gasp scape from your lips. He moves away from your neck and look at your face with a smirk. "You're very cute, you know?!"

"Let me take you home and we don't talk about it anymore." You say to him, Alex laughs and nods, you both leave the party. "Give me the key of your car, Alex, please." You ask him as you both approach his car. "Give me a kiss and I'll give it to you." He says and you sigh. "What's wrong with you today, dude?!"

"Why are you so nervous, uh?!" He asks, his arms crossed on his chest. "I'm not nervous, I just want to take you to your place, I'm tired!" You say, a little upset with him as he approaches you. Alex makes you so fuckin' nervous.

"Only a peck, uh?! It won't hurt you, or smudge your lipstick, princess." He suggests and you approach him, you connect your lips together for a second and pull away. Your heart fuckin' beating on your chest like it's your first kiss.

"Give me the key."

Alex was a little quiet on the way back to his apartment, but of course one of his hands was on your thigh. Of course.

While Alex was taking his shower, you decided to make him some real food. You were making the meat as you felt his arms around your waist. His face buried on your neck. "I missed you." He whispers and kisses your skin. "I'm with a knife on my hand." You play and he laughs. "Yeah, I'm not afraid of a knife." Alex takes your hair out of the way and kisses your neck, making you close your eyes with the feeling. "You're so pretty." He whispers. "Alex, what do you want with me?!"

"Do you want the honest answer or the friendly one?!" He asks on your ear. "I- I don't know, the honest?!"

"I want to kiss you so badly, Y/N." He whispers. "I want to do other things aswell... So, so, so badly."

"Why?" You ask, Alex turns you around and stares your beautiful eyes. "Because I'm attracted to you, because I love you, because I think you're the most beautiful girl of the world... Because you're smart, gentle, cute and hot as fuck, Y/N."

"You say this in a friendly way or...?" You ask him, a little chocked with Alex. "No, I don't." He answers and you blush and smile at the same time. "You're so cute." He whispers and you smile. "Stop."

"Do you feel the same for me?" He asks and you nod. "Yes, I... I do." You whisper and he smiles. "That's why you're so nervous around me all the damn time." He says and you laugh. "Yes." You confirm, Alex pulls you into a hug and holds your chin, making you look at him. The boy gives you a peck on the lips and then, kisses you.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

"I love you too, Alex." You say and smile to him. "Let me finish the food, amor. Take a shower if you want to."

"Are you indirectly saying that I'm stinking?!" You look at him with frown eyebrows and he laughs. "Of course not, but you said..." He grabs the knife to cut the meat. "You were tired, princesa." You smile at him and kiss his cheek.

"Alright. Can I wear one of your shirts as a pajama?!" You ask and he nods. "Of course."

Alex finishes the dinner and you eat and laugh together, you both cuddle and kiss while watching some TV show, Alex flirting with you to make you blush and then, sleeping on your chest. <3

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #qsmp brasil #alex quackity #quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fluff #quackity fanfic #quackity headcannons

[ador3him]

hello !! how are you ? i loved your quackity angst fic:) anyways, I would like to request a quackity x reader imagine in which reader and Karl are live-streaming/making a yt vid - whichever you’d like. Where they are making prank calls to their friends and Karl ends up choosing quackity for his prank call where he pranks quackity by saying “i think i like y/n.” Quackity not knowing reader is there too accidentally confesses that he likes the reader as well (the reader likes him too but q doesn’t know) you can add or change anything !! thank you in advance !

pairing: Quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by anon

warnings: swearing

word count: 785

a/n: STOP I LOVE THIS REQUEST, IT HAD ME BLUSHING DJHDIBIWB (not proof read sorry lols)

“Karl! Who are we calling next?” y/n says in a singing tone before grabbing his phone scrolling through his contacts.

“Y/n is clearly obsessed with prank calling now, I have created a monster,” Karl sits in front of the camera laughing as y/n is still scrolling through his phone.

“You literally have no friends Karl,” they mumbled sitting in the wheely desk chair next to him. He snatched the phone from their hand and looked at the limited number of contacts.

“Okay yeah I have like 3 people in my contacts,” he showed the camera his contact list obnoxiously giggling.

“How about Quackity? He will probably be up editing or something.” Karl suggests showing y/n his phone. They nod clicking the ‘Call’ button before Karl could tell the camera anything.

Quackity is sat on his bed textbooks and notes covering any sign of a blanket or even mattress. He groans and crumbles the 4th piece of paper for the night throwing it aimlessly away from himself. His blaring ringtone fills his room, completely drawing his attention away from the so very important paper that his professor wants submitted by midnight.

“Karl? It’s literally almost midnight what could you possible need?” Quackitys voice is weak and tired, he rubs his eyes fighting the urge to just throw himself back and going to bed.

Karl and y/n look at each other, they definitely did not think about what to say because of y/n pure excitement to call him. Y/n typed something onto an open word doc Karl had open on his PC. ‘Say you like someone in the smp or smth???’ it read. Karl just nods knowing who exactly he was going to fake his feelings for.

“Hey Q, I uh I need to tell you something. I didn’t know who to tell and I feel like you would be the best to tell,” Karl speaks into the phone then covers his face preventing his laughs to be picked up.

“What is it?”

“I like y/n,”

Y/n throws their head back silent laughs coming from their mouth. However, on Quackitys end there is pure silence. Quackity likes y/n, how could Karl as well?

“You’re kidding right?” He sputters out tears about of fall. It was now him covering his mouth, how did he not see that coming? They are best friends of course Karl likes y/n they’re perfect. He couldn’t stop the tears anymore they streamed down his face.

“Yeah kinda, do you reckon they might like me back?” He questions, y/n is now on the floor in hysterics. There is no way he believes this right? Karl is the worst liar in the history of liars.

“I mean there is no way they can’t you guys are best friends, and I mean why wouldn’t they you’re perfect for each other. Everyone can see that. Only an idiot would like y/n knowing you’re their best friend.” Quackity whispered into the phone barely believing the words coming out of his mouth. He doesn’t wait for Karls response but just hangs up.

“Fuck,” Quackity drops his phone onto his textbook mountain.

“Fuck!” He then grabs his phone again throwing it of his bed.  

“Bro what the fuck was that?” Karl says through the phone. Quackity didn’t hang up, he clicked the speaker button by accident and closed his phone. He could hear Karls voice from his floor and when he looks off the side of his bed he see ‘On Going Call’.

“I didn’t hang up?”

“No man, are you okay?”

Y/n had turned off the camera at the point of Quackitys big speech, Karl and y/n shared a confused look as they listen for what he had to say. A whisper is sent through the phone, they barely hear it but catch the end.

“I like y/n too,” His voice was soft, almost defeated. Y/n slaps their hand over their mouth. Karls mouth is fully agape and an awkward silence falls between the call. Y/n reaches over to his phone and clicks mute.

“I fucking like him bro,” They say completely shocked.

“I know that dumbass why do you think I called him,” He answered in an obvious tone. He shoves his phone into y/ns hands and leaves the room.

“Tell him,”

“Karl? I am so-“Quackity begins.

“Do you actually like me,” They cut him off.

“Y/n? You weren’t meant to hear that!”

“Answer the question because if not then what I am about to say is going to make me sound like an idiot,”

“Yeah I do,”

“I like you too, Quackity,”

Quackitys face brightens, his smile reaches his ears, and he starts kicking his legs giddly.

“This is when you ask me out on a date Q,”

#mcyt quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity fluff #quackity angst #quackity x reader #masterlist #mcytumblr #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #mcytblr #hc x dsmp

[casino-duckling]

[Stealth. Mission. Heck. Yeah.

Only problem with the stealth mission so far has been the slimes. The annoying, annoying slimes. It’s been a long process, but, finally, he’s there, in the elevator heading to the top of the Space Needle. He knows the way up from the last time he visited it, when he was in that other dimension. This time, though, he hopes he can go down normally.

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the railed observation deck. It’s cold and windy, snow has started to lightly fall from the ugly grey clouds above, and Karl wishes he had brought a heavier jacket. Ugh.

Carefully, he sneaks out of the elevator, just a couple of feet. No sign of Quackity or the pets, okay, that’s good. He can just put the bag down and leave, no harm done. Boggle is a smart little lizard, he’ll know what’s inside.

Except the elevator dings and shuts its doors, heading back to the ground floor as someone calls it.

Shit.

Karl jumps and spins in place, dropping the bag at his feet and rapidly pressing the button as if that’ll bring the elevator back up. Oh nooooo.]

-🌀

Quackity is sleeping, or, well, was sleeping with Woopie on top of him and Mister at his feet. The cold wind hits his face and he looks just oh so blissful. But all good things come to an end. He groans as he feels the elevator coming, and it's probably one of the slimes here to remind him to do his job because they don't know he took an arbitrary day off, or one of his other friends here to "cheer him up", as if that would do anything. As he starts to stretch, he notices his pets getting... worked up? Excited? Doctor looks like he doesn't know where to put his paws anymore, and Woopie is suddenly going ham with his tail. It's cute, but deep down, Quackity's got a sinking bad feeling. And sure eneugh, what comes out of the elevator is nothing but unfamiliar movement. That's not what Foolish's steps sound like. Nor Fundy's, or Wilbur's, that doesn't even sound like slime. ... So he stands up and reaches for an axe tucked under his chair. If he's gonna be receiving unexpected visitors, he's gotta give them a good first impression! He quietly walks and rounds the corner that would lead to the elevator, and sure enough, there it is, the... "... Karl?"

[autistdazai]

hanahaki disease cwilbur at the end of pogtopia. it starts a day before the festival, and he doesn’t have a clue what is happening. he still tries to hide it, for a week or so pogtopia is full of vases with sunflowers and pink tulips and red roses, tubbo thinks tommy put them there and tommy thinks it was tubbo, the dates match up. but when the flowers he coughs up start to have touches of soot on them, and the sickness begins withering him from the inside out, it becomes impossible. techno notices first, helps him hide it from tommy, tells him about the mythology, but he doesn’t pry. its not his business who’s causing it. 

he has to leave several times during niki’s party, tells people its for a smoke break. he would be smoking, if he had the lung capacity to spare. as it is he leaves when a flower gets caught in his throat. a new one gets caught every time quackity smiles, laughs, tells a joke, and he thinks it must be him who caused it. quackity seems to be at the root of all his problems, why not this one? at the end of the night, he kisses him, quackity seems surprised but goes along with it. wilbur nearly chokes on it, and tells quackity he’s going to go blow up lmanburg. he flees to the button room, and coughs up his first wither rose.

it doesnt actually matter, though. he knew he was going to die soon anyway, that was the plan after all. so he hides it, turns a bit paler, looks a little sicker. he doesnt look people in the eyes anymore. he couldn’t carry the weight of armor if he wanted to.

and then november 6th rolls around, and he can’t take five steps without becoming too winded to stand. so he has techno carve him a cane. he hides the black stains on his hands with leather gloves, and then those leave stains on everything he touches. pogtopia’s furnaces are fueled on the soot-stained roses his lungs provide them, and tommy complains about the smoke. techno tells him off, says the resistance needs food and their food is baked potatoes, and shoos him off to get more iron so tommy doesn’t see what’s actually burning. the deal goes south, and so does wilbur’s health.

dream remarks on his health, when passing him another bundle of TNT. wilbur tells him the truth, as much as he knows. theres no point in it. the mask is inscrutable, dream tells him that he hopes he gets better. 

by november 16th, he can’t stand. this would all be over if he could get to that room. he can’t stop the disease, but he can stop himself. the army leaves him behind. before he leaves, tommy tells him he’s going to get the country back for him. wilbur crawls up the stairs on his hands and knees, collapses halfway up, and drags himself to the top where a horse waits for him. he wobbles onto it, and rides for the button room.

but hes too late. and phil stops him. and as phil carries him away in his arms, his wings casting a shadow over the new administration, techno blows it up. he doesn’t hear why, only tommy’s screaming is loud enough to reach them in the sky.

a soft flower, with an earthy taste rather than a desecrated one, catches in his throat. he tries to cough it up. chokes on it. he finds out later it was a sunflower.

he wakes up in the arctic with techno and phil hovering over him. phil questions wilbur on the cause. wilbur is silent, except for protesting that theres no use, its all ruined, its gone and hes still here. he doesnt say the last part out loud, but techno hears it anyway, and the growl he lets out has a bit of grief in it when he realizes that he nearly killed wilbur, and might still if they cant fix this. instead of saying any of that, though, techno corrects him. says it isnt all gone. says tubbo and quackity and tommy are rebuilding it. that it looks like shit. 

and wilbur sits up. theyre rebuilding it? over that crater? techno says yea, the same spot. they couldve moved a half kilometer west, or just made camp in pogtopia, but they were insistent. called it new lmanburg, with the old flag up on banners everywhere so it will never be completely gone again. he sounds bitter, but he keeps talking because as he does, wilbur breathes. 

and then he stands up on his own. he asks for a horse, phil gets him a boat and tells him to head south oversea. 

the travel is strenuous. the hypoxia is a blessing, it keeps him from knowing what he’s going to say. he only has enough oxygen for his racing heart, and it knows what it wants. it wants to go home.

the docks were left intact, he steps onto them. he sees the haphazard boards and logs making sheds suspended over the crater. no effort had been made to hide the damage. the damage he caused, and it chokes him up, brings him to his knees. he looks up and the red, white, blue, black, and yellow flag flies over him. he hacks up a cornflower, the first of its kind. bats it into the sea, and heads to the nation. 

he hears quackity first, pushes the door open. he says to them that he never thought they would do it without him. tommy jumps at him and throws his arms around him, tells him he didnt know if they could. wilbur says theyll never know, if theyll have him. everyone turns to tubbo, who seems to be in charge. he says of course wilbur, youre one of us, forever. wilbur asks if theres a spot open in the cabinet, tubbo pauses. asks how the presidency sounds to him. 

clear as day, he responds that it sounds wonderful. 

#cwilbur #dream smp #unlikely that i write this but if i do i have an outline #side not if you dont have a phd in cwilbur you cant argue me on this #but i do think the good ending for him would be him taking up presidency #i say that because its an unpopular ending in fix-its and it shouldnt be #i can meta that but only on request

[bumblebeerror]

Sometimes cwilbur infects my stupid little brain and I can’t help but like. Wail about it because like

First off, how dare popular fandom infantalize him the way it does, acting as if his mental health was Phil’s fault or that his actions related to his death weren’t his doing

Like I need to scream because like. Mental illness doesn’t remove your brain’s ability to chose to take an action.

Wilbur turned to the camera and told us he was the villain because he had become one and that’s the POINT of his arc and if you’d watched a SINGLE Tommy mod video or Wilbur Minecraft expieriment video you’d recognize that he loves using this particular basic plot

Wilbur loves telling a story that goes like this:

Wilbur obtains Power

Wilbur attempts to do Good with the Power

The power corrupts him

He makes a bid for more power

Wilbur hurts his friends

Wilbur gets himself killed/kills himself

He loves this arc. He does it all the time in Tommy’s mods. He followed it in dsmp almost to the letter!

He brought up the election, despite being the uncontested leader of L’Manberg. It bit him in the ass.

People love to pin the button being pressed on loads of other characters but the more interesting thing, the thing that drives me fucking insane, is that Wilbur told people he wanted to do this on two previous occasions. He never relinquished this desire to press that button.

What changed? He got serious.

He decided to stop reaching out to Tommy or Quackity. And he succeeded.

Not because he wanted to defeat Schlatt, but because even though he already won it back, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t perfect. He destroyed it because it wasn’t what he wanted anymore, because it wasn’t his anymore. He’d become a facsimile to CDream at the time - angry about the settlement because it existed without him. Destroying something because he didn’t like it, without caring about whether others were attached to it.

And That Shit is what interests me about his character. Obviously he doesn’t follow the same path cDream does - and I like the idea of their stories rhyming in a way, two divergent paths of the same destructive tendencies. Wilbur is what cDream could have been, had he not been so corrupted by power. Wilbur is that power corruption undone by his own undoing.

#dsmp wilbur #cwilbur analysis

[showcontrols]

to you it’s a ufo. i know what it is though | gift ficlet for @monachopsissssss

based on a prompt by scorch, cw for mild gore imagery and weird memory-related stuff going on. purpled fans pls dont kill me for any lapses in characterization. pov character, in case it’s not obvious, is quackity

Purpled wears armor the same way other players wear their clothes.

It’s not particularly noticeable – the same way you’d have to think around a negative space. There are probably different phrases and words you could use to describe it – the familiarity, cinema effect, survivorship bias – and it’s just another one of the many words you can’t quite say – think – properly anymore. Not after you landed head first and broke your neck, bled out on the artificial sands and woke up not quite right.

(You think it’s all accumulated from the first death, but your head is all fuzzy and aches and in the end did it really matter, when it had started?)

You find Purpled near the off-world portal. It’s open for the time in months – years; time has slipped by in a honey trickle and a flash of lightning all at once. There’s a satchel slung over his shoulder and a dog at his feet. You remember the shine to his armor and despite the angle, you know there’s a sword slung at his hip.

You do not remember the dog’s name.

The portal swirls in hues of purple-black, a would-be void. Even ten or so blocks away from the portal frame, you can feel the static electricity on your skin, something stale and bitter coating your tongue. 

Server hopping wasn't particularly pleasant. Especially when you can’t be entirely sure of what or who was waiting on the other side.

If Purpled was lucky – if he was fucking smart – he’d go back home, if he still had one at all.

The antennae on his head twitch, swivel over in your direction even before he turns to face you. His eyes narrow, reflected amethysts in the dim sunlight. There’s a slight part of you that itches to tear your hands into his face and the delicate fluid-flesh of his eyes and scrape, if only to feel capillaries burst into technicolor under your fingers and finally give him a proper scar instead of the smooth skin and phantom pain voiding leaves behind. You could hold gems enclosed in your fingertips just for a few minutes, pretend it meant anything – until Purpled hunted you down and perma-killed you for the slight, at least.

You shove your hands into the pockets of your overalls instead. You’re not here to pick a fight.

The server was dying anyway. The day cycles had grown longer. Crops wilted despite any attempts at coaxing them back to life. Then again, no one on this run-down server had been particularly good at that. 

What was a few moments of pain and spite in the face of knowing you could finally fuck off and leave?

"Quackity," he says, a warning and a question wrapped up into one. He hesitates.

And, you think, there’s something to read in the barest twitches of phantom pains wracking his frame and the dog fur covering him the same way the armor glints, all the soft bits charred and hacked away. There are band-aids with colorful pictures wrapped around his fingers. The juxtaposition almost makes you grin.

You don’t say anything, in the end. Words escape you. You’ve talked, you’ve poked at buttons labelled don’t fucking touch, you came into this server running your mouth and you know you’re good at it, you’re good at talking–

So you stay quiet, just this once, a last – gift, compensation, whatever – to a kid you had never really known in the first place.

And also because you can see the sword from this angle, and you haven’t exactly written ‘getting stabbed’ into your plans for today.

Grass sifts, crumples under your shoes when you take a step back. Twelve blocks away. If he tried to hit you, you’d have a split-second head start on him. 

It probably says something about you, that you know more about how likely Purpled was to stab you than you know about his motivations, or his goddamn personal life. Assuming he had one. You still can’t remember the dog’s name.

The air is heavy with more than just the static electricity and the characteristic mold smell of a decaying server.  Your lungs are burning even though the walk here has been maybe a dozen minutes. In a hypothetical chase, you wouldn’t keep that head start for long. 

Mouth stretched into a facsimile of a grin, you bring up your hands into the air in the universal gesture for calm the fuck down, ignoring the way Purpled narrows his eyes at you. Thirteen blocks. Fourteen. Fifteen. He doesn’t take his eyes off you even as he dips his head and steps into the portal, vanishing in a haze of bright purple particles and the sudden spike of ozone in the air. 

Well. It’s the closest thing to a peaceful goodbye you’d get. You’d take it. 

The air still smells like mold. 

#r.ws #purpled #quackity #shrugs. i wrote most of this at 11pm #this is a queued post #the title has no relation to the fic itself that was just my wip title and i couldnt think of anythin else

[elcucurucho]

IMAGINE quackity stands in front of the tnt he’s planted under the wedding debating whether or not to press the button and set it off. “The thing that i built this server for doesn’t exist anymore!” He exclaims. A voice behind him rings out “what are you doing?” *wilbur soot enters*

#qsmp #for the record this is ajoke

[firesnap]

Yeah, you know, The Custody Battle Stream is great. One of the great character-heavy dialogue intensive RP streams we've ever had. Like, it's rare to have an RP session where there isn't some sort of "goal" beyond the characters talking and that's all this stream really was. It was the sort of deep character dive other fandoms dream of getting.

Yeah, it's peak CrimeBoys content. It's the most vulnerable and loud either of them had been with each other since the post-Festival Stream in October 2020.

And much like the Post-Festival Stream, the key overlooked ingredient is Quackity.

When people talk about the Custody Stream, it always focuses on how absolutely out there Crime Boys went with their dynamicThey acted like people who RP'd the same character every week together for some 5 year long DnD campaign.

But Quackity's role in the stream is so downplayed. Quackity, who during the October 17th Stream before functioned as more of an outsider POV to Tommy's efforts to talk down Wilbur, was the catalyst. Quackity was more than the first time Wilbur felt someone push back at him since his revival, he also represented something a little terrifying.

Wilbur showed up at Las Nevadas and saw a place that looked prosperous and safe and had achieved its independence with zero deaths. He saw a place where Quackity had plans and jobs for all the Tommyinnits of the world and ideas of how to keep his city in a position of power.

It's everything Wilbur had hoped for L'Manberg. And yeah, Wilbur eventually decides it's a mirage built in a fake desert and Quackity was just as fucked up as him, but at that moment? How terrifying to look at Tommy's big eyes and see a shadow of the enthusiasm that had existed for the thing Wilbur built partially for Tommy.

It's the moment of Wilbur realizing that he was truly afloat. The thing he thought he did -- build nations and offer grand ideas -- was not unique anymore. Quackity had literally taken a page from his book and thanked him for it and then told him to fuck off.

And so Wilbur would have had no reason to beg Tommy to stay. He had no reason to want it to be CrimeBoys versus world without that challenge from Quackity. Wilbur had been bouncing, grasping and wild eyed, since his revival and Quackity grounded him in the best (worst) way possible.

Quackity's dynamic with Wilbur was 70% of that stream and CrimeBoys was the other 30%. And they were both great! Some of the best RP the server has ever done, but man, we gotta give Quackity more respect for the part he played. He knew all the right buttons to push Wilbur into stop talking shit about not caring and scare him a little.

#dsmp babbling

[fluffallamaful]

Healing AU, tummy kisses:

Tummy kisses are special because they actually were never something that Tommy did: they’re something that Quackity came up with on his own. Maybe he remembers Karl adoring them on days when he was sick and tired and unable to play rough. …Maybe he misses how Sapnap would use them as a way to cheer him up. Maybe he sees how much Dream likes soft belly tickles and decides that he’d probably enjoy some kisses there, too.

At first Dream panics, thinking that Quackity’s about to blow a raspberry. He babbles a bit and then just lies there whimpering and waiting, but…it never comes. Just soft kisses all along his quivering tummy. After around thirty seconds of this he relaxes enough to start giggling a bit, kind of confused. Quackity can’t really tease him — bit busy — but he hums a note that makes him blush anyway. And Sam’s not useless anymore: he’s watching intently, and he starts to whisper soft things about how cute Dream is, and how his tummy is blushing like it’s embarrassed to be receiving such tender kisses. He holds his hands, scratches at his scalp, and continues a rambling monologue praising him for being so sweet and adorable.

Eventually Quackity stops. Dream watches him, clearly wanting something. …Quackity figures it out pretty quickly, but he still plays dumb to make him ask for more tummy kisses out loud.

guxisks ff omgggggg the cutest heckin thing?? quackity just being like “well i guess he’ll probably enjoy some kisses” is so cute :((

my immediate thought is would dream have recieved tummy kisses before?? maybe not?? would sap’s play have been too rough to include them in the early smp days? would george have been too reserved with his affection?? i feel like it’s plausible to say that quackity’s tummy kisses would be the first ones that dream would have ever experienced :((

(discusssionn below)

🦙🦙🦙…

i love how you described his reaction to itttt. like the panic in preparation for a raspberry, maybe even nibbles (particularly coz he knows he can’t squirm away too much),, the confusion, and then the bubbly giggles afterwards :(( like just not knowing how to react at all and not really understanding why it tickles. i love the idea of a certain spot below his belly button causing his legs to twitch and kick out (the best they can), and for his laugh to jump into cackles for a moment. and i also love the idea of him melting back into sam, and trying to twist to shield his face or at least hide himself away from the flustering sight of his belly bouncing between tickly kisses

sam gently crooning at him as well 😭 like everything you described there is so perfect (the blushing tummy 😭),, and his added forms of affection like hand holding and head pets,,, dream squirms the best as he can in his lap. also kinda love the idea of sam placing his own kisses into dreams temple and neck, all while he’s reminding dream about how cute and safe he is :(( and OMG dreams reaction to it stopping!!! like his belly is still buzzing from ghost tickles, giggles still tumbling out of his mouth,,, and yet as soon as he feels it stop he lifts his head up to meet the gaze of quackitys.

it’s pretty cute to imagine that he doesn’t even mean to show it on his face that he was enjoying the kisses, and that he would in fact want it to continue. and therefore quackity pointing it out and making him ask would be so much more flustery. like his realisation that he was that readable, and then the embarrassment of being encouraged to ask and admit that he was enjoying himself. he’s so cuteee ahhhhhh!!! and i LOVE that it’s quackitys idea i adore all of this omfggggg

also can’t help but think about tommy walking into this situation instead of the other one :(( like dream being double embarrassed and tommy just being so happy and proud 🥲

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #soup the destroyer #Soups Healing AU #EVERYThing you described here is so perfect 😭😭 #lee!dream #ler!quackity #ler!awesamdude

[dreamsclock]

hi i’ve stolen some cool dialogue prompts from people and i wanna write SO! send me an ask with a) a number 1-20 of the prompts below and b) the name of character/s you want me to write about (only the ones below ^_^) and c) you can specify genre if you want too!!

THIS IS SPECIFICALLY FOR MY BREAKING BAD AU. this is because i am mentally ill and haven’t stopped thinking about it in four days.

i’ll write c!tommy, c!dream, c!quackity, c!sam, c!wilbur, c!sapnap, c!tubbo, c!george, c!schlatt (characters in bold are main characters) !! feel free to pick any character / duo / trio / group from these characters and i’ll make it work ^_^

Don’t get in my way.”

“If you get blood on my floor…”

“Great. We’re all going to die.”

“We make a pretty good team.”

“Don’t push my buttons.”

“Looks like we’re stuck together.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“I see what’s happening here. You’re bored. You want a little attention.”

“I never know what to do when people start crying.”

“I don’t recognise you anymore!”

“Why does this feel like goodbye?”

“This is going to hurt.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I just wanted to help.”

“Dream?”

“This is your last warning.”

“I expected better from you.”

“They’re going to kill me.”

“Stop avoiding the question!”

“Please.”

#> au: sin blanca #tw blood #tw violence #tw angst

[myhusbandsasemni]

Hey! I just finished To Cut Away the Mountains I've made and Fill the Dale Below on ao3 and found your Tumblr! Thank you for writing it was for much fun to read. Your descriptions are very comforting and the entire fic felt very warm.

Are there any world facts that you had in your head but never got to share?

When I tell you that this ask had me freaking out, I mean I was screeching. It means so much to me that you went to the effort of finding my Tumblr and sending me an ask! I'm so glad you liked the story!

As for facts, boi do I have a few. I filled that story up with so much lore just for the fun of it.

Obviously, it was very different from the actual Dream SMP. In this world, the goddess of Death gave Wilbur to Philza as more of a gift than a shared child, I guess you could say. When Wilbur got old enough, he took off to explore the world. That devastated Philza a little, which I think was very clear in the fic, but he let Wilbur have his freedom.

Philza did end up finding a new friend in Techno. Techno was a powerful warlord for a while, angry because his sounder was destroyed. When Philza got him out of that nether fortress where he had been trapped as a gladiator, Techno felt like he owed the Angel a life debt and then that eventually turned into just genuine friendship. Techno is very protective of the old man.

Wilbur ended up becoming the ruler of a country, and everything was fine for a while. Since he was a gift from Death, he didn't really get old and he didn't really die.

But we can't have anything nice. Dream came into the picture as a talented sorcerer who craved power. He inserted himself as a second in command to Wilbur, twisting Wilbur's mind and his rule. Dream was a sadistic dude and Wilbur started to fall to Dream's whims.

As a side note, Dream made the disks of power. Everyone that looked upon them wanted them. Dream thought it was funny watching people destroy each other over some scratched up disks. The power of the disks faded over years, which is why Quackity could keep them safely.

Philza heard about a terrible ruler who was planning on sacrificing thousands of his own people to a power hungry sorcerer and went to go deal with it. Techno entered a duel with Dream while Philza went to find this ruler. Imagine his surprise when he find's Wilbur with his finger on the 'button' that would set off the terrible ritual. There was no reasoning with him, and in this timeline, Philza didn't wait until Wilbur pressed the button. He killed his son because there was no other option.

They didn't capture Dream. They sent hunters to capture him. One of the hunters, George, ended up bonding with Dream and helped him escape over and over again. Dream was sweet with George. He presented himself as a silly little vagabond. Just a little guy. A robin hood type.

George eventually saw the real Dream, though. Dream slipped up and George had to come to terms that he had been tricked and lied to. George helped get Dream captured, where he was put in jail under Quackity and Sam. George felt horrible about this, and he ended up having to live with Philza for a few years while he grieved a friendship that was never real and dealt with the lingering betrayal he had dealt to Dream.

Dream died. He died a sad and broken man, having been tortured every day for 50 years until he finally decided that permanent death would be better than waiting for the chance to escape. He is gone for good. Death made sure of it.

Speaking of Sam, he was so afraid of death that he started searching for ways to escape it, going to various demons and gods to get blessings by going through trials. He was thrice cursed because, after some time, the different blessing and rituals and whatnot reacted badly with each other, like water causing metal to rust.

Quackity twisted the secrets of necromancy from out of Dream, and consequences don't matter to him anymore. As time goes by, he will become more and more unstable. But that's a story for another time.

Wilbur, when he died, became a wraith. Death tried to find him, but because he came from her, he knew how to hide. He drifted the world with the lamb Death had sent to be with him, because while he shunned her, she knew Philza wouldn't want him to be alone. Dream revived Wilbur as a last desperate try for freedom, hoping the man would come rescue him near the end of his life, but Wilbur did not. He just kept running.

Wilbur has white in his hair and feathers from his time being dead.

Wilbur eventually settled down and started working on projects to feel like he's actually doing something with his life. He built his manor and estates, he broke up crime rings, and eventually he took in three children, one of whom reminded him so much of his father that he couldn't leave the child to go into the system. At that point, he started missing Philza for the first time since he left the nest.

That's pretty much it, I suppose. This story was so fun and I'm glad you enjoyed it! I remember I wrote it so fast my finger joints hurt for days.

Thank you so so much for the ask. I love you so much for it!

#writing #sbi fic #fanfiction #sbi au #lore #gosh dang it #now I want to write more in this world

[irrealisms]

what if you did a manberg cabinet meta/web weave. what if that.

okay so this is something I've talked about on discord with you before but. there's something about the manburg cabinet and masculinity. also something about the manburg cabinet and shared abusers, shared traumatic environment-- i'm normally not a family dynamic fan, and especially not a dadschlatt fan, but I do genuinely think you could do something interesting there.

mostly i'm thinking about masculinity, though. thinking about how schlatt calls everyone (including! his cabinet! on several occasions!) whining toddlers and beta males and pussies and bitches, except for Niki who he calls wench. he's enforcing the male gender role on his cabinet, punishing anyone who doesn't live up to it by comparing them to women and children, and being awful to, well, the woman. thinking about how schlatt calls people--especially but not exclusively quackity--my bitch. thinking about how schlatt (and quackity, at first, and tommy, especially when tommy's trying to poke quackity's buttons) consistently make fun of people for showing emotions, for "crying about it". thinking about november 16, "I thought you were something!" "oh my fucking God... yeah, yeah I am something! I'm what you're not, Fundy!" "What?" "I'm a man."

thinking about tubbo and quackity both emulating that. they both consistently repress their emotions, or try to; they talk about the importance of putting aside emotions in order to run a country. they seek out power. they show a surprising violent streak, though in different ways. they drink/use drugs. they're scared, all the time, of not being powerful enough, and getting hurt for it.

thinking about tubbo and fundy both incredibly desperate for approval-- from wilbur, from schlatt, from phil, arguably from dream and quackity (or, like, definitely dream plays this role for tubbo & quackity for fundy, but you can argue the dream-fundy and quackity-tubbo relationships as well), from anyone who will play the role of [adult man telling them they did a good job and he's proud]. about the dual life of being a spy, trying to please both wilbur and schlatt at once.

thinking about quackity and fundy, running for president because they believed in it. believing, in time, in schlatt. and then not believing in him anymore. being ignored by president tubbo; telling him he's acting like schlatt, that they were all in the same cabinet together, and being dismissed. thinking about the twin drives of [running off to the wilderness and isolating yourself] and [the fear of being alone and abandoned and forgotten].

thinking about the three of them, in a bad situation, trying to be strong men to earn schlatt's praise and avoid his abuse. all disliking schlatt's treatment and decisions but, more than that, afraid of what schlatt will do if they say so. calling him sir.

#therapists dni #any british ants in the chat? #mcyt #dsmp #idk this is messy but it was fun. w/e

[patchesbeanie]

omg i just remembered q talking about how george called the autotune the “quackity button” and he found that endearing– almost like he was happy a part of george’s streams would always be referred to as the quackity button.

and now george just calls it the button 😭

okay but i do think that was cute! but it is funny how george doesn't even say his name anymore

#mwah ask #mwah anon

[imagines-babes]

“So This Is Love” (karl Jacobs)

Honestly, I was trying to use another song for this story. It was "The only exception Paramore. Then got into this song from Cinderella, " So this is love" by Ilene Woods Also sorry for not posting my wifi has been down. Also sorry this is not my best but enjoy.

First person mostly.

Somewhat of a Royalty Au

Karl Jacob List Masterlist

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There is a saying. Once you dance with a stranger or a friend. It's the look that they have on each other of not knowing if it were going to last after the dance. Just a dance. All it could take is a dance with someone to make you feel like you haven't lived

Y/n would laugh about this saying. Y/n never believe that. How one dance can change someone's outlook on life. So when a dance was approaching. My parents would force me to go. They were royal to everyone. The Queen and King. I hated it. How a dance, ceremony, plans, schools, and work. I have to be there. Making excuses but somehow would still manage to go to these events.

Today was no different. In their room, looking for a dress. Even if I didn't want to go. I would still like to dress to kill. Hours passed and I was still in the room. Knocks would continue from my door. Tired of hearing someone knock, walking to the door to no other than Sam. He was wearing a black suit with a dark button-up" Honestly it took you long enough," he said with a hint of attitude. "I'm sorry, okay. Are you here to escort me to this dance." Only having my head poking out. With him nodding. "Are you ready?" Opening the door further so I could come out of the room. Revealing V Neck side split black dress with heels. He looked at y/n wide eyes. "Dress to kill y/n?" "Of course, it wouldn't be me if it wasn't" they both laugh as Sam interlocks my arms together. Heading to the Ballroom

"Come on, we are just waiting for you." A man in a red tie says. He and a couple of his friends wait for one person. "Hey, I didn't rush you when you were taking a shower just to impress some girl huh Sapnap '' The boy in the purple tie replied walking out of his room. "Yeah yeah, whatever, are you ready to go karl?" Walking out of the bathroom. In a black suit. Painted nails, and rings on his left pinky finger. "Yes let's go." With that karl went to the car. He liked dances. It was his time to have fun and show the people his signature dance move. He would dance with a partner but there was never a click. No spark. He was starting to believe that the say of dance wasn't true. Still, Karl would go.

Sam looked at y/n. "I can feel your stare sam what's wrong?" Shopping in the hall near the room. "I'm leaving soon to become a Warden for the prison. ''Turning my head glanced at Sam with sad eyes. Quickly turning to a smile. "I'm so proud of you Sam. That's what you always wanted to do, be the Warden, right." He nods. "So I guess you won't be my bodyguard anymore. Now I'm gonna call you Warden Sam" He laughs at the name, "Yeah I guess you do."

Y/n and Sam have been close since the age of 5. Best friends. At the age of 14, Sam went to be their guard. It was nice to have each other in everything but would get annoying after a while. They danced together. Once. It was a year after Sam was their guard. After their big party, Sam and Y/n were in a room. They danced to a song. It was nice How they danced. They thought they would be the missing piece to each other. Like a Friends to Love story. It sadly wasn't. Sam found his missing piece a month after. Y/n liked her. Every time Sam would talk about her it was nice. He finally found the one for him

"I'm proud of you. But you can't forget about me." He laughs at the statement. "Why would I ever forget about the person who laughed too much and peed in the courtyard?" punching him into the shoulder. "That was supposed to be a secret to take to the graveyeard." With that, they walked away from Sam. He just laughed at them running to them.

Karl, Sapnap, George, Dream, and Quackity went inside the ball. It wasn't hard for them to find ladies or men to ask to dance with. Leaving Karl alone looking around and seeing his friends dance. Haunted to ask someone to dance but there was no one alone for this dance. He heard the horns of the trumpet. He turned to look at the stairs as the King and queen entered. They looked happy. Happy that they found each other. They both walked down the stairs. Again the horns of the instrument started and everyone turned their head. Karl felt his friends come back to the table looking up to the stairs. "Welcome Y/n Salinas, The child of the King and Queen., Accompany them Sam Arthur, their bodyguard and future Warden of the Jail." Everyone clapped. Karl was dumbfounded by Y/n with their smile. He smiled. Quackity hit his shoulder. "You should dance with them." Karl looked at quackity and shook his head. "They are with the Warden I'm gonna stay away from them." Sapnap laughs at Karl's response, "Karl sam has found his lover and it is not y/n. It's some girl in the village who is a librarian." Karl just looked at y/n. Y/n smiled at everyone. Once they got to Karl.

I stared at the boy with brown fluffy hair. With a purple tie. I stared for a little too long to hear Sam calling me. " you are making the poor guy blush," turning back to him. Noticing his cheek turn rose pink. I laughed a little. Going to the side with Sam to see his girlfriend. "Excuse me, I need to do something." With that, Sam left the two alone.

"Karl you're blushing," He looked away from y/n. Sapnap teased him. They laugh at Karl as he turns away from him. "So are you gonna ask y/n to- hey Sam." Karl froze as his friends gave him handshakes with hugs. Then Karl stood up. "You're the boy that was looking at y/n," Sam asked. Now he was shitting bricks. Slow lying nodding. Hearing the music start. With the guitar starting to play. "Come on, you can ask them to dance." Before Karl could say anything he looked around to see all his friends leaving him once more. "Uh Yeah. Let's go."

The song continues as a girl approaches the stage. She sings.

"So who was that boy you saw that made you stop walking? " y/n turned to look over at her. "I don't know what you are talking about Kayla" Kayla laughs at my response. "Well I don't know who you are trying to trick but here he comes." Got confused by her response. Turning my head to her way. She pointed to Sam and him. Blushing, I turned away. "Y/n meet my friend Karl. Karl this is my dearest friend y/n. Now Kayla let's dance shall we?" Sam turned to her with a smile on her face nodding. Kayla whispered in y/n ear, "Have fun," with that she stood up and held Sam's hand. Both walked to the dance floor.

A man approaches the lady. Smiling at each other.

"Would you like to dance?" Karl asked as I smiled. He held out his hand for me to grab on to. Smiling at him. I got a hold of his hand. We both walked to the center. We dance. The two didn't know anything about each other. But the dance made it seem like they knew everything.

“So this is love"

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #mcyt x y/n #dtqk #karl jacobs #karljacobs #kj #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x y/n #feral boys #fanfic