#SchL@tt

[lars-n-drix]

[goopingandgunking]

Wh͙͇ͨͤ̅͡͡a̩͊́ͦ͆̐̕t͗? H̷̖̪̆̾̕i̞̮̐̅s̈ ņ̷̽a̧̡̦̎ͤͅm̢̮ͦ̔̌e̅̔ͥ?̯̣̞̽̅̚͟ G̣͈͙̙̃̒͞r̓͋̿͐͋͞i̟̼͊̎̑ͧz̈z̭̤ļ̮ͮͯ͋yͬ͠, G̷͙̟͑̿͢r̸̺̀ͪ̾ͅi͓͙ͮ̈̕��̻z͎̰̰͎zl̝̠̠̜͡y̳̎ͦ, Ḡ̶̜͔̱ͦ͘ř͍̭͛͘i͎̖͌̆z̙̍ͯz̗͒ͮ͝l̽͌y͚̦,̛̠̿̌ G̞͈͔͉͐͋̉r͗͆ͪ̐̑͞iz̭̟ͤ̓̈̄zḷ̏̓ͭ́ȳ̭̯̇̓̕.̓͡��̙͉͈ͫ Y̺̺͊͡o͍u̬̖ l̗ȯ͝v̵͎e̵̸̪̤͆͑͢d ȟ̶̭̈́́i̷̧̦̞͝͝m̵̤̬͒ ǫ̘͛̓ǹc̽̄ͦè̱̱͇ͩͪ,ͩ y̏ơ̪͕̹̐ͤ͂u̲͓ͭ́̾ͯ͠ kͮ͘n͡ow͊̊̕.̗͇͎̓̎͜ -̢ͪS̰ͨc͙̣͋̏ẖ̩̠͚ͧ̎ͩl͔a̶̩t͖̼̫͒̂ͨ͢t͑͆͡

You’re being a dick on purpose! fuckin- god ow.. hell..

[jackkin-memories]

okie I kinda blacked out once I realized they could have tusks but now I wholeheartedly believe this at least should happen

t<chno would come in to some destruction and stare at schl^tt, no conversation for him to get around it. just the stabbing peer of true betrayal.

just that look, the first clear “I really thought you were good” that hurts schl^tt.

and he pulls him in— probably by that stupid fucking rosary, the beads tantalizing since the day schl^tt woke up in the pew —and just kisses him. because then t<chno can’t actually figure out he’s responsible (or at least can’t say it). schl^tt wrenches his eyes shut, hoping t<chno does the same eventually. hoping he’s hiding his bruised hands, the blood under his nails and on his face.

not knowing t<chno watches him, half in confusion half in some sense of admiration. unsure why that adds up to anger for a god he’s learned he wants to leave.

anger because schl^tt can leave eventually and t<chno spent his whole life creating the bond his father taught him until he was stuck in a rundown church, alone for six days of the week, even forced to welcome snakes like schl^tt

[81pastrys]

Hi I have a request for dad Lando where his teen daughter (or son idm what kid just preferably teens) comes home from school where she did like a mock test in schl and one of the physics questions mentioned F1 and Lando as an application question. But I can just imagine her coming home and telling Lando how weird that was. I saw this one tt that was a F1 physics question and got inspired 😂

(idk where u live but I'm from England and we have these mock exams where we get scenarios and we just have to apply our knowledge to the scenario in question idk if it's the same everywhere but just wanted to clarify 😭)

The Mock Exam

Summary— Luka comes home and tells Lando about his Mock Exam

Warnings— he curses like once ; max and Lando curse

A/N— I do in fact live in the US so I had no idea what that was but thank you for the explanation!!! (I also did my own research)

Dad Lando List

Luka was studying his ass off for his Mock exam, yeah it wasn’t the real exam, but he really wanted to do good so he could race. Lando was streaming at home with Max while Luka was at school stressing out.

He got the exam and read each question carefully and answering to the best of his knowledge. It was easy for the most part, simple scenarios. He got to one and audibly laughed.

“Quiet please Mr. Norris.” The instructor said. Luka mumbled an apology and answered possibly the easiest question on the sheet. He had to explain how aerodynamics works in cars. He had gotten this lesson from his dad multiple times.

Possibly his longest answer was that one, going into details about slipstreams and such. He finished the exam and was dismissed. He got home and set all his books down.

“Luka!” Lando called out. Luka followed the sound to the game/office Lando had set up. “Hey, how was school?” Lando asked, slightly focusing on his gameplay with Max.

“I think I did good on my mock exam, there was one question about car aerodynamics.” He was kind of excited to tell Lando. “I wrote like an essay on it.” He laughed.

“I bet, I’ve explained it to you a million times.” Lando laughed. He died in game and looked at Luka now. “Jeez you’re tall.” He said, sitting in his gaming chair looking up to his 16 year old was a different view of Luka.

“I don’t know where I get it from.” Luka shrugged jokingly and Max laughed on the other end of the call. “Oh shit, Max is on?” Luka asked. “Sorry, language.” Lando tapped his son’s head and smiled.

“Hope you don’t speak to your mum with that mouth.” Lando said. Luka and Max talk gaming and Luka takes his dad’s spot to show off. Max would include Luka in gameplay when Lando was busy.

“Dad what is this setup?” Luka asked. “It’s horrible.” He changed Lando’s settings and played like a pro gamer. “Another question on the Mock exam was about computer setups, I think I aced that too.” He causally mentioned. Lando laughed at the off topic comment and watched his son play.

“Ahh I’m dead, they’re in that blue warehouse.” Max said. Max was streaming live and his screen was focused on Luka’s. The stream, Lando, and Max watched Luka 1v3 and win. “Good shit.”

“Alright, alright, enough of you playing on my account.” Lando said, jealous his son was better than he was.

“I’ll join in a minute, I’m hungry.” Luka said, giving Lando a fist bump and heading out to make food. Max laughed and Luka spun around. “What?”

“That’s definitely your kid, he eats the entire fridge and then just fucking sleeps.” Max says. Lando laughs at the call out and Luka rolls his eyes.

Max and Luka stream anyone?

@il0vereadingstuff @chertik-007vvv @pandabiiissh

[florally-florian-rq]

Ctmmy being tag teamed by w1lbur and Schl@tt in limbo because tmmy was bad for drm and got killed and sent there 🤤🤤

W1lbur fucking tmmy like he used to, encouraging schl@tt to treat him how he always wanted to treat tbbo. Just let loose and abuse the poor boy.

When drm revives him, he realizes that maybe drm isn't so bad after all

[luvvchn]

i js finished a rounders tournament after schl i couldnt walk home w him TT i might call him later tho bc i missed walking w him TT

[aceonpoppy]

Schl@tt x T0mmÿ where they’re both Wĩlbvr’s exes

I'm not the right person to ask about this lmao I made this account to write about W1lbvr or T0mmy fucking (each other) but I see what you mean

[mx-magwitch]

Their ass WOULD NOT

being a system with fictives is funny cause sometimes you are just reading fanfiction and a guy comes out of fuckign nowhere just to say “i would not fucking say that”

[bumpscosity]

saw a comment in a post abt the w*lbur s**t situation with "schl*tt is the only ds*p member that's still pure". isn't his whole brand that he says a bunch of offensive shit.

[goopingandgunking]

Y̴̓͜o̸͓͙͍̰̗̝͇̺͊̉͑̈́̍̄͛͋͘u̴̲͑͊͊̐̓͋̾ ̶̯̞̪̪̜̜̈́k̸͔̺̀̕̕n̷̛͈̩̟̤̟̜̟̱̺̏̉͆̌̃̀̓͂̀̆͘͘ͅo̴̰̪̫̖̺͓̯͇͍͕̩̫̬̾̍͌̍͌̍̐͌̑̉̒̒̆̚ẁ̸͚͇̖̩͍̣͕̯̩̣̯͚͇̬̈̓͑̆̓̇͊̈͆̚ ̴̮̟̊͂͋̂i̸͕͒̉̎t̷̢͎͖̝̞͗ͅ.̵͇̟͇͉͛̒̇͊̆̆̑̒̓̓̏͜͝͝͝͝ ̷͋̍̉̄͊́̐̿̚̕͜͝I̴̧̛̟̼̟̔͂̋͋͑̈́͂̀͌͒̚͝͝t̸͎̱̞͔̘͊’̴͚̝̜̋̌̊̓͜ś̵͔͚͉͔̤̱̭̱̈́͗͒͒͛͠ͅ ̶̨̛̛̺̈́̽̈́͂͋͛̍̄̔̾̕͝G̶̢̮̰̩̮̦̱̗̬̱̅͑̚r̵̭̝̠̀͐̾̋̚͝ḯ̵̧̨̖͙̤̦̺̜̝̭͗̓́̎̔͝͝z̶̛̘̥̼͕̪̭̣̗̰̘͒̏̒̇͂̓̑̄̽̈́̾̃͜ẓ̸̻̺̰̞̪̬̩̳͙̹͙̩̰̖͑̎͑̀͂̿͌̄̿͋ĺ̴̛͚̝̐̈́̽̀̍͒͊̀̑̀ͅy̸̧̧͎̹̲̲̗͕̣̪̘̯̼̯͌̀́͒́̆͝ͅ.̸̛͔̫͖̈́͑̓̀̾̊́̿̍̔̕͜͝͝ ̵̝́̇̈́͐̂̔̊̐͆̀̚-̶͉͙̼̹̈s̵̢̛̜̭͙̺̹̱̯͍̹̱͇̔̅́̀̅́̀́̋̚c̴̛͍̣͕͚̟̱͈͙̬̓̋̒̌̒͋͒̀̓́͑͜h̸̯̦̭̆͐l̴̯̞̤͚͛ͅȃ̴̡̼̝̐̆͌͊̆͋͂̕͜t̸̨̬̗̳̫̭͔̗̟͖̺͐͋̔̿̇̊͠ț̶̢̟̫̘̻̱͙̯͔̠͓͔̺́̐̏̈́͒̏̌͌̅̀̏̀̏̚̚ ̴͙̤̲͈̦͈̮̖̪̗̪̗͓͉̈́́̽̎̀̅͒͊͜͝

Stop- whatever you fuckin.. just said. That hurt, stop that.

[jackkin-memories]

so am I just like never gonna get to talk abt ranboo again orrrrr

[dreamhot]

yeah go figure

[pumpkin-n-mc]

tinyboo who puts off regression a lot having check-ins,, schl^tt who sees r^nboo curling in on herself and his voice suddenly goes soft to ask flora for an age check.

like “hey, ran, ya’ doing okay? give me an age check, little pearl”

t<chno who is not very verbal when he’s caring for a little, getting up randomly and giving r^nboo one of their toys or their paci. just a small coo like “good job, sunflower” when she takes whatever gear he’s brought.

[anonymous-dentist]

So yd Tommy has a habit of. Saying things. And he only means to tell Tubbo, he swears! But isn’t it weird how Big Q has already apparently moved on from Karl? And for some guy? But, oh, oh, no, Ranboo overheard, the prick, and he accidentally let it slip when talking with Wilbur at work, and Wilbur is momentarily heartbroken and yet excited at his prospects before realizing, wait, there may be a correlation to make here between Dream’s little arsonist friend going missing and Quackity picking up a new toy at around the same time from what Fundy has said. And of course Wilbur tells Fundy even though Fundy really doesn’t want to hear about his boss’ love life anymore after Schlatt and because he’s still pretty sure that Schlatt will be home soon, and Fundy mentions it to Eret when they’re hanging out later, and Eret mentions it to Niki, and Niki mentions it to Techno and Phil, and, well, let’s just say that Quackity is very lucky that he always lived in Schlatt’s shadow and that nobody would really recognize him by name or by face that’s still alive

[all-my-friends-are-himbos]

ID: a screenshot from the chuckle sandwich podcast's "chuckle mail" submission form. the prompt is "ASK US ADVICE, QUESTIONS ABOUT LIFE, WHAT HAVE YOU - WE MAY READ IT IN AN EPISODE!" the submitted response is "my brother says schlatt is a milf. i disagree. we haven't spoken to each other in two months. please help us solve our disagreement." End ID.

[jkknight98]

Glattly Apparitions

I’m so tired but I really wanted to get this story out before my days get any crazier, so heres my Schlatt reader insert story that was requested of me. its a followup to my previous story so I hope you all enjoy this. Remember to drink water and eat something today~

And my minty marshmellow child I swear if you keep complementing me like that I will mentally scream 

Warning: soft vore

“ Look I don’t like this any more than you do… but I have to see what this book leads to…. And if it’s who I think it is.” You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you as you looked solemnly into the eyes of your closest ally, it had been a long time since you had seen Quackity so shaken from receiving a random book, but you could understand why after he showed you the contents inside; even if the book said not to. You could clearly remember those nicknames rumbling around you as you were forced to stew in the gut of the previous ‘emperor of the SMP, as well as other things that were said to Quackity during that time, something that you confided to him later, and allowed the two of you to become closer while you both were subjected to Schlatts influence. 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea though, if it is him it could be a ploy to get you back under his thumb, why can’t you just ignore it?” You gently reached out to lay a hand on the shorter male’s shoulder, trying to give as much comfort as you could, but you could easily see the determined look in his eyes as he shook off your hand, he was going to go no matter what you said to him. You took a deep sigh as you walked to look out the giant window before you, looking out at the massive construction around the desert,” at least be careful when you go, you can’t leave me here to run your new country if you don’t come back.” This made the man smile slightly, but he didn’t speak as he left the building, disappearing into the unusual amount of rain that decided to fall. The weather seemed to share your unease as a flash of lightning illuminated the shape of your friend disappearing over the horizon on his trusty skeleton horse, you hoped that he would be ok.

*~*

You couldn’t help but glare in pure rage at the giant man before you as you shivered uncontrollably, Schlatt had let you out for a time to allow you to breathe some fresh air, but you didn’t expect to be tied upped and gagged on top of a giant bowl of ice cream. Schlatt only grinned at your expression,” I thought you would like this change, you always complain about being too hot inside of me, I decided I would reward your recent good behavior.” The giant spoon moved to take a portion of the vanilla mound to your left, leaving you to still sit on the mound of chocolate, the sweet smell was so strong and your skin felt sticky despite being so cold. You jerked when the spoon moved to take a portion of your seat, making you slide into the newly made duvet, making new parts of your skin freeze as it came in contact with the treat. Your body couldn’t stop shivering even when you curled up tighter, moving to ignore the ram hybrid as he continued to eat, trying to conserve your remaining body heat,” Is the ice cream too cold for you, how about I fix that..”

The words came out in that sickly sweet tone that always spelled trouble, and as you turned to look back up, you gave a muffled scream as hot fudge landed over your skin, the rapid temperature change making your skin scream in pain as the hot liquid filled your crevice. You had to strain to keep your head above the sticky liquid as the man laughed at your struggling,” aww, are you too hot now, who knew you would be so picky about temperature.” The spoon came back again and scraped away the last little bit of ice cream away and left yourself sitting at the bottom of the bowl still covered in the thankfully cooled fudge, your temperature finally equalizing to a normal temp.

Schlatt gave a low belch as he moved to set the spoon aside as he leaned back, looking mighty content with himself, which made you grumble to yourself in annoyance, but stopped when he leaned forward and placed his hand in his chin as he looked down on you with a wide smirk. “Looks like I just have a chocolate-covered sweet left, should I lick you clean and let things warm up inside, or just swallow you down into the ice cream?” He laughed as you began to curse at him again when his fingers lifted you from the bowl, leaving strands of semi-solid fudge draping from your skin,” I said I was going to be nice today so i'll just clean you for a bit, think of it as a heated massage.” 

You couldn’t help but flinch when your legs were slid into the hot maw, immediately smelling the faint scent of the ice cream that entered before you, and had to fight against the feeling of the teeth gently taking grip. The tongue was slow to begin moving across your legs, the hot and bumpy surface taking its time sliding over the skin and leaving hot saliva where fudge once laid. It moved to lick at the stupid licorice strands the asshole had used to tie your limbs so they could ‘dissolve later’ and pulled on it sharply, making you yelp as more of your body was pulled into cooler than normal maw. If your arms weren’t tied or held upwards you would have been tempted to grab a few of the black hair around the lips and give a firm yank, but that’s was the whole reason you had been tied up because you pulled this same stunt before.

You gave a low whine as your lower half was pulled out of the mouth and all of your weight was being placed on your arms still being held in Schlatt’s grasp, you could only watch the massive tongue swipe away the strands of saliva that trailed from you back to his lips as the man sighed,” Damn I can’t get enough of your taste, aren’t I lucky to have such a delicious treat just to myself.” The words were almost enough to make you flushed, but you shook your head as you just kept your expression mostly neutral to his current actions. You could only give a muffled groan of annoyance as the giant hand adjusted its grip and the giant mouth opened and your upper half was placed inside, the tongue taking great pleasure in smothering your face with its advances. The noises were just as deafening as they always were, the rumbling hums that shook you to your core, the sloshing of the tongue moving against both your skin and the rest of the mouth around you; sounds you've become used to.

You squint your eyes shut as the tongue took a extra long swipe at your face before your surroundings started to tip forward to the deep blackness of the man's throat, towards the stomach that was gurgling loudly as it processed the ice cream that came before you, but was equally happy to welcome you into its embrace. You let your body relax and your head and shoulders were gripped by the firm throat muscles as Schlatt took the first swallow. It was easier just to let the muscles pull you down without fighting, plus it didn't give your devourer any more satisfaction that he needed. You felt the goading press from the outside as you were further swallowed, but you continued to shallowly breath as you were pulled into the tighter reajon of the chest and were subjected to the booming heart and lungs.

It was not pleasant to be shoved into the soupy mixture of melted ice cream and stomach fluids with yours ams tied, the heat was just as suffocating as it normally was as the walls seemed to press into you in ‘greeting’, clenching tighter as Schlatt let out a loud belch and you could feel a firm pressure press in against the side you assumed to be the front,” It’s no fun when you don’t squirm, where's the butterfly in my stomach?” The infuriating nickname he had recently begun to use caused you to kick out against the walls just to get him to leave you alone, and from the contented sigh that rumbled your surroundings, hopefully you would get your wish. You could only let out your own sigh as you leaned back against the plush walls, closing your eyes and focusing on the warmth and actually relaxing heartbeat-

*~*

And opened your eyes to find yourself laying in your bed in Las Nevadas, your covers wrapped around you in knots, making your dream self relive one of your shrunken days with Schlatt. It didn’t help that your worst nightmares may be realized once Quackity comes back after following that note. Your hands slowly detangled themselves from the sheets and moved to press against your own face as you gave a low groan, the nightmares you thought you finally moved past were coming back in full force. You slowly detailed the rest of your body and moved to stand up from your bed, you didn’t have time to sit and mope, you had to keep doing your job.

>.<

 You brought your hand up to wipe the sweat off your brow as you looked over your handiwork, it looked like you made your own mini oasis in the middle of the desert, a spot of natural color when compared to the sands and overly bright casino buildings that were slowly forming around you, but you really needed a drink. Walking into the building you were surprised to see Quackity waiting in the center lobby, holding a very bittersweet smile on his face, “ Quackity, Why didn’t you tell me you got back,” You rushed over and gently took him by the arms, checking him for any injuries but thankfully finding none,” are you ok? “

You were shushed quickly as the man pulled you into a quick hug, shaking slightly as he took a deep breath in,” I’m fine.. I’m Fine… but there’s something I’ve got to both tell and show you..” You listened quietly as Quackity told his tail, talking about how long it was and the underground gym he found...and the subject of both your collective nightmares he found. “I agreed to a bet with him, If I won he would work for me here, but I lost..” He stopped before the doors of his office and sighed, looking extremely stressed, gripping at his hair and tried to control his breathing. You placed a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him, but he only gave you another bittersweet smile as he placed his hands on the door,” I’m so sorry” and quickly threw it open.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you took in the sight before you, sitting in one of the semi plush chairs and holding a glass full of Whiskey in a greyish hand was Schlatt. He looked every bit as you remembered him before he died, other than the monotone color scheme, but his horns were a devilish bright red. He glanced away from the window when he heard the door open, looking slightly annoyed at first, but then his eyes landed on you. His expression quickly changed as he looked you up and down, a wide smile spreading across his face as he leaned forward in clear excitement.

“There’s my Butterfly”.