#quackity for a chapter

[darkwater-fic-recs]

(Completed part of a series)

[orbch]

idk why i drew this maybe catharsis who knows

[bleue-flora]

“You know, I’m still alive and well, and ready to make your life a living hell for a change. Seems like the tables have turned… or I guess, chairs to be fair.”

[zorishy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Characters: Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity Additional Tags: Utah - Freeform, the afterlife, Limbo, tntduo, Dream SMP - Freeform, DSMP, CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS, quackity multiverse, Duck Hybrid Alexis | Quackity, revivedbur, bursonas, Las Nevadas (Dream SMP), Las Nevadas Alexis | Quackity, Las Nevadas, the end of las Nevadas qsmp and karmaland, Dream SMP epilogue, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suicide, Aftermath, Gay, Fluff, utahbur Summary:

“Alex Quackity. So you finally kicked the bucket?” Wilbur asked with an amused smirk.

“Oh God, now I know I’m in hell.” Quackity said defeatedly.

Or

Quackity died, what’s next?

[drmslastmorning]

you asked for this

Characters: refer to fic tags

Words: 42k (on-going)

Warnings: refer to fic tags

Techno breaks Dream out of prison. But what even Dream barely remembers is that prison was much more grotesque than he thought it was.

Awesamdude and Quackity stress out about how to get their runaway toy back, without alerting the entire server of the abuse that was going on inside those walls. All while Tommy fears the very monster he still has in memory.

A slow-burn DNB fic, very centric on characterization and gruesome sexuality.

Chapter 1: grasping at the little I control.

Chapter 2: that meant good, that meant right.

Chapter 3: the kindest thing is to never leave you alone.

Chapter 4: trust me, just like I trust you.

Chapter 5: one foot in front of the other.

a c!dnb fic ! heavily wip. extremely graphic, please read the tags.

note on my current progress on yaft

[fernlessbastard]

Basically a summary of it's us that made this mess (especially the first chapters which are Q POV) tbh

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

guess what fic is back...

[crimeboys]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wilbur Soot/Quackity, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Wilbur Soot, Quackity, TommyInnit, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Unhealthy Relationships, Alternate Universe - Actors, Dream SMP Ensemble are Actors, Drug Use, Past Abuse, Flashbacks, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Sexual Content, No Smut, Bipolar Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit has PTSD, Wilbur Soot is not Fundy's Parent, Adopted TommyInnit, not by phil, Vomiting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, past quackity/jschlatt - Freeform, Food Issues, Paranoia, Wilbur Soot Has Delusions, i looked up delusions and that tag came up perfect Summary:

A decade after the cancellation of the hit TV show L’manburg, Wilbur Minecraft and Tommy Innit are jobless but still living as if they’re in the glory days of their canceled show. The only one trying to actually move them along is Quackity, Wilbur’s long-suffering agent and on-and-off again but never-actual boyfriend who forces him to take a small role on season 2 of the up-and-coming TV show The Syndicate.

[honeyblockm]

LONGING BECOMES ITS OWN OBJECT

A c!Karlnapity webweave in three parts

In the Mood for Love (2000) - Wong Kar-wai // Your Name Engraved Herein (2020) - Kuang-Hui Liu // The Death of Antinous - Mark Doty // Happy Together (1997) - Wong Kar-wai // A brief-but-seemingly-long-moment when we are on the phone. It is snowing outside. I am staring at the snow. Idk what you are looking at but we are running out of things to talk about. - Sean Cho A. // [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in)] - e.e. cummings // chasing ghosts - @routeriver // all i need - @violentcherries // Jenny Holzer // discord message

Ash Ode - Dean Young // A BAS BRUIT - Leo D’Oriano // SAND GLASS MIRROR SHARDS - @saintashes // In the Mood for Love (2000) - Wong Kar-wai // Jenny Holzer // Nguyen Linh // Luana Azevedo // Zoriana Stakhniv // Wolfgang Tillmans // After the Threesome, They Both Drive You Home - Sue Hyon Bae // Swan-like Embrace, Paris, 2001 - Nan Goldin // PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES. - @saintashes // Medici Bustier Pearl - Mirror Palais

In all of my dreams, the words I love you - Hanif Abdurraqib // Seaside Death, 2021 - Al Mefer // Jenny Holzer // baroque pearls (1) // baroque pearls (2) // storm front - lorata // 7 Politically Correct Catcalls as Told by a Poet - Natalie Choi // Happy Together (1997) - Wong Kar-wai // SO LIGHT YOU WERE I WOULD HAVE CARRIED YOU - Deborah Digges // Hanif Abdurraqib, poet - Hanif Abdurraqib // SAND GLASS MIRROR SHARDS - @saintashes // @ousia-poetica

[bloodychazorite]

Q!SLIME HEADCANONS N’ SHORT STORIES!!

(These are all the headcanons I use in my current fic and will probably use for my future fics, in case you’re curious!! :))

So, first, I don’t think Charlie is any bit human at all. I think he’s full, pure-bred slime with a Core that gives him sentience. The Core is a heart shaped, made of enchanted ruby and plated in gold around the edges. 

During the time he was a God in the SCU (Slimecicle Cinematic Universe) he had three (That’s an incredibly long story that I may actually write one day so this is all you get for now). Now, he’s been reincarnated with one, sentient ever since. However, he’s full slime, nothing human about him. Without the Core, he’d just be straight slime. He’s probably one of the—if not just the only—sentient Slimes there is.

His skin scars because when he’s hurt enough, he needs to get more slime to repair himself. The slime isn’t his, however, so it doesn’t match his body completely for a while while it blends together.

Another type of scarring that can happen to him would be dehydration cracks. If he loses enough water, his slime will crack in a lightning-strike type pattern. It takes a while for those to go away as well, just because they need time to fill in.

Yes, he has bones, but he doesn’t need them. He has them because they make it so that he can keep his shape. When he was Gegg, he’d keep some but give the rest to Quackity for safe keeping.

 

“Where’s my left arm?” Charlie asked, digging through the bag Quackity kept on him.

The other only shuffled his foot back and forth, mumbling gently. He bit his lip as he spoke. “I needed food, man.”

“So?”

“So all I had was seeds and currently unused bones.”

A beat of silence, before a slow, creaking head turn. 

“You used my bones for bone meal.” His voice was flat and his lips were pinched. “Are you deadass?”

“Just kill another skeleton man! I needed food!”

Charlie threw up the melty stub where his left arm should’ve been, waving it back and forth and dripping goo all over the ground.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to find intact skeletons that will fit perfectly with the one that I currently have?! And that have five fingers?!”

Quackity rolled his eyes, shrinking in on himself. “Uh...No..?”

Charlie smushed slime into his face and laughed at his dramatic screaming. “It is incredibly fucking hard!”

Charlie keeps bones on him most of the time, in case he breaks the ones he’s got. Sometimes they take a minute to get used to, some of them too big or too long or too small, but it happens nonetheless. It’s also the reason he takes any fall damage ever. Without the bones, he wouldn’t take any fall damage. Those bones also determine his general height. If he wanted to be taller, he could find/construct a taller skeleton and get more slime.

Slimes are naturally acidic at a certain level at all times. However, with prompting, his level of acidity will rise. Prompting can look like danger, or threats. It can also be emotional, with extreme rage or sadness, the works.

“Oh no, not today fucker!” Mariana screamed as Slime tried to step outside during another argument. His skin dripped from the agitation but Mariana couldn’t care less.

Slime attempted to brush past him, breath heavy. “I’ll be right back,” He mumbled, "I need to go.”  

He stepped to the left, Mariana doing the same. 

Then, to the right, where she followed once again.

“Move your ass, I need to go now.”

“Hell no, you will stay and we will talk this out.”

Slime shoved past her, briskly rushing for the door. Mariana, wings twitching in agitation, whipped around and grabbed his wrist.

He smelled the burning before he felt it.

Before the white, lava hot seer hit his senses.

She nearly cried out in pain, staggering backward and scraping her skin against the hardwood as she fell. Scrambling into the wall, she groaned in agony and grasped the wrist of the suffering palm.

“Fuck- oh, fuck!” 

Slime was right in front of him, suddenly, knelt with fear in his eyes. “Fuck, I am so sorry, I can’t control it I swear, I would never do that shit on purpose—” He rambled as Mariana writhed, swearing in shock and pain.

Her vision swam as she sobbed. 

“I swear, I-I can’t… control it.”

He’s burnt a few holes in the floors before.

All in his slime, there are acid glands everywhere. 

Because he’s got acid literally built into his system, the bones he’s got tend to break down after a while. Depending on how emotional or just how much he purposely activates his acid secretion, they could last from anywhere around two weeks to a month, usually. That’s what the skeleton in his basement is for, an extra set of bones. 

Slime’s are the closest things to aquatic creatures without actually being aquatic. Being naturally drawn and attracted to moist environments, he can’t breathe underwater, but he doesn’t actually need to breathe so I guess it doesn’t matter. When swimming, he creates fins to help. The only reason he drowns is because he takes in too much water and becomes so liquidy that he just… dies, I dunno LMAOO

Being generally docile creatures, living either underground or in swamps, most Slimes have shit eyesight. They mostly rely on vibrations in the ground and auditory sensory input. Great hearing, terrible sight. Slimes are also ambush predators! They’re slow, but they’ll eat anything. If looking for meat, they’ll hide under the soil and wait for the vibrations of something with four legs. 

“And where’s Charlie? I wanted to talk to him.” Phil asked as he stepped outside. “He said he’d be here.”

Roier, Cellbit, and himself had all been in Mariana’s house for a while now—Phil being there under the assumption that Charlie would be there. 

Mariana shrugged and glanced around. “Ehh, somewhere.”

Then Juanaflippa sprinted forward and stopped on the open ground, jumping up and down. Her tiny feet pattered the ground as she skipped in circles around the open area. Bobby tilted his head in response before Richas yanked him towards the 

Phil looked to Mariana for a look of mild amusement to say it was normal, or a look of confusion to make him feel like he wasn’t going insane because—even for Flippa—this wasn’t exactly typical from his perspective.

To Phil’s surprise, however, he stepped a bit forward and began to rhythmically tap his heel against the soil. 

“Fuck-!” His heart found itself in his feet as something squeezed tight around his ankle, holding firm as he jumped away. He grabbed for a weapon as a light green hand pulled further from the ground.

A wrist, an arm, a… a goo monster.

A goo monster holding a suspiciously familiar pair of glasses.

“...Charlie?!”

His body tied itself back together, becoming more and more recognizable. They stared at each other for a minute.

“I swear I was aiming for Roier.”

Charlie, because of the core, has much better morphing and shape shifting abilities than normal Slimes. With enough observation he could literally be anyone. He’d looked at Juanaflippa so much that his Gegg looked a bit like her. The people he spends a lot of time looking at are the people he can most easily imitate.

“So you can just look… however you want?” Fit asked 

“Uh-huh.” Slime replied offhandedly, focusing on the little craft they were working on for Richas’s half birthday.

Neither of them had ever heard of a half birthday before then.

“Without effort? You don’t even have to like… try?” 

Sue him, Fit was incredibly curious. Sentient Slimes just didn’t exist, Slime was the only one he knew and would probably ever know.

He became even more curious (and slightly defensive) as Slime began to stare at him, an expression of scrutiny behind his gaze.

Then, a familiar lopsided grin and covered his face for a minute. A sloppy squishing sound resounded from behind his hands that made Fit wince.

The taller gasped as Slime’s face became uncovered.

Fit’s own face stared back at him, with only a few uncanny details astray.

“Christ, Slime! You just keep that ability all to yourself? Do you know how much trouble you could cause with that?!” He all but yelled.

Slime laughed, shifting his face back to its normal appearance. He winked before turning his head back to the project.

“Who’s to say I haven’t caused any trouble?”

Fit—from that day on—lived in fear of the people the Slime could be.

Charlie is all types of temperature sensitive. It's crazy.

Too hot, he’ll get all melty and struggle to hold his form. Leave his bones behind him and become a puddle.

 Too dry, he’ll dehydrate and crack up. It’s incredibly painful, which is why slimes tend to stick around damp, humid areas.

 Too cold, he’ll freeze, becoming a literal Slimecicle. Just like hypothermia, his fingertips, toes, and nose will turn a shade of blue first, eventually infecting the rest of his body. Also hella painful.

A good tactic if you really wanted to torture a Slime, stick them in the cold. They wouldn’t be able to stretch or morph after a while, it'll hurt like hell, and you get to decide how bad it is. GOOD STUFF

A 60 to humid 70 degrees Fahrenheit is generally ideal. The island tends to run a bit higher than that, but it’s not too extreme of a shift so he’s generally okay with some extra water.

Haha, he picked Eggxile in a place that was out of his comfort zone, just cause he knew he didn’t deserve comfort. He sent himself to a place that was too hot and too dry for a Slime. That's fun.

Uhh, that’s really all I can think of for right now, but I’ll repost this anytime I add to it :DD If you’ve got any headcanons you wanna talk about or you wanna talk about mine, please do!! I’ll literally talk for hours, you have no idea

LOVE YOU BYEE <33

[piglinwithapickaxe]

tell me more abt the tnt duo marriage fix it fic???? pls???????

Oh my dear ask I would love nothing more than to tell you about my derangement. So this is a fix it AU because they deserve to be happy dammit and I’ll do it myself since nobody else wants to. So backstory is just Wilbur comes back from Utah (it did not fix him) and becomes Quackity’s VP. Las Nevadas is fine they’re boppin. They’re hanging out, being the cabinet and Wilbur is not coping well with the whole VP thing but you guessed it he wants to marry Quackity because they’re hopelessly in love and a little stupid. It does have a happy ending but there’s a decent amount of angst, it gets into fictional drug use (potions), smoking instead of eating, there’s some fun call backs to Schlatt and Quackity’s relationship to him and fiancées. Wilbur has to go stay with his dads because he maybe overdose because he needs to prove he’s good enough. I’m really excited about it and cannot stress enough that it started with me wanting to write them getting married and being happy but they have to be sad first to get there.

[commaclear]

New Roses Are Red Chapter is out now!

Quackity checked his phone. The caller ID showed an unknown number from Chicago. But it wasn’t being flagged as spam. Confused—and even though he wasn’t supposed to answer unknown numbers— answered the call. “Hello?”

“Don’t hang up and don’t freak out.” The person on the other end told him. “Quackity, it’s me.”

Go read it now

[accursed-worm]

i've already sort of made this post but RED FLAGS UPDATE WHOOOOOOOO

[annimator]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back [Previous Chapter]

(FAVOURITE CHAPTER IVE WRITTEN SO FAR. THIS CHAPTER MIGHT AS WELL BE MY ROMAN EMPIRE)

A1 doesn’t know how it got to it’s current predicament

All the egg remembers is going to sleep with their new gat & the light blue signs it just received….. well A1 still doesn’t know what time or day it was, but it’s been less than a week since then.

On this fateful day, A1 didn’t wake up in the same cell-like room it always slept in. A1 woke up in some kind of closet, within what looked like a traditional Korean house.

A1 still had its gat and signs with them to the egg’s joy. And it seemed like no one else was in the room, so it decided to have a peek into the chests stored in the closet the egg was currently in.

But then, A1 hears two people enter into the room.

The first person looked similar to that same man that the egg saw when it fell into lava during its parkour test, but this person looked more friendly in comparison. Instead of a black beanie & overalls, and a blue turtleneck, this man wore a dark blue beanie, black shorts, a white tank top, a blue jacket wrapped around their waist, and didn’t wear sunglasses, but he still had duck wings sprouting from his back. This man was Quackity.

A1 got nervous at the sight of Quackity, but to the egg’s surprise, he seemed to be overjoyed at the sight of A1.

There was someone else there too, looking intrigued over the sight of A1. This other person wore a green jacket & pants, with a white shirt underneath the jacket, had white hair & green eyes, and strangely had some crocodile-like qualities to him. This man was Acau.

Neither of these two seemed to have any ill intentions with A1, so the egg slowly exited out of the closet it was still in to meet them.

“Oh look!” Quackity laughed. “It’s your very own egg!”

At the sight of two people, A1 decided to finally make use of its new signs to write a greeting to the both of them. Whilst doing so, the egg hears Acau and Quackity having a conversation.

Acau asked Quackity a question in Korean. “It’s my child?” Quackity laughed again and replied to him in English. “It’s your very own egg, look!”

Over realizing that Acau spoke Korean, and that he was supposedly his new caretaker according to Quackity, A1 writes in Korean to great him. “Hello.”

Acau doesn’t seem to notice the sign A1 just wrote, but Quackity takes a glance at it before continuing his conversation with Acau. “Look, so this is an egg. We’re gifting you an egg, uh that speaks Korean!”

A1 bows at the sight of Acau, a show of respect and a way to greet others in Korea.

The egg doesn’t really pay much attention to anything else Quackity or Acau say afterwards, but A1 quickly bows again as Acau comes closer to it. A1 can barely contain its excitement over its new predicament, even jumping in place for a split second.

Is this why those workers taught it Korean? So that someone else that also speaks the language can adopt it?

“Oh, you speak Korean?” A1 repeatedly jumps out of joy over Acau asking the question, as if the egg’s saying yes to his question

Acau greets the egg with a soft smile on his face, “Hi.” In response, A1 bows again to greet him.

Quackity continues to speak. “So I’ll let you know okay? So, this is an egg.” He glances at A1 as he says that before continuing to speak to Acau. “Uh, you will have to take care of this egg, you can also name this egg.”

“Oh you can name your eggs?” Acau asks Quackity, whilst also glancing at A1 as he asked him the question.

Quackity quickly replied “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can name your own egg do you want to name it right now or do you want to think about it?”

A1 didn’t really have a name besides… well, A1. So the egg felt a sense of excitement over Acau naming them.

It wasn’t gonna be called “Egg A1” anymore, it was gonna have an actual name!

And after a couple of seconds of pondering, Acau finally came up with a name for A1,

“Chunsik!”

A1 Chunsik jumped out of pure joy over hearing the new name Acau had gifted it. Sure, it was Korean for “worker”, but the egg had a name!

The egg was filled with barely containable joy over this, and what it meant for its future.

It wasn’t gonna be living in a cell, it wasn’t gonna be forced to go through various experiments & tests.

It was gonna live on Quesadilla island under the care of Acau, it was gonna live being free from the white walls of the Federation.

And its name wasn’t “Egg A1” anymore,

It was Chunsik!

———

Chapter’s over lmao

I just would like to give a massive thank you to @rybibi7 for helping me with what Chunsik’s first sign said. It was in Korean and my only language is English so I’m really grateful for the help!

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

I HAD TO CHANGE IN THE BATHROOM AND SHE GOT IN THROUGH THE VENTS EHAT THE FREAKKKK

—Q :]

Yeah vents don’t stop it :\ it’s kind of grotesque actually I don’t know what bones she lacks to move around in a ventilation shaft like that

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

Pool Day~!