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"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

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My partner and I agree that the song "Too sweet" fits those two. So I spend....a few hours on this lil comic...honestly, the longest thing I spend time on. So I hope that it wont just flop. Those two are just so beautifully tragic. And I rarely work with natural light...so I hope that it looks good for a first timer

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— EAT YOUR HUSBAND. 😌

Inspirational words of ‘advice’ from Quackity (don’t follow it). Honestly this has mainly been a JSHK art style study but I’m really happy with the results, hope you like it too!

Do Not Repost without permission. Edits OK, profile pictures OK, both with credit.

Uncensored version below !!! ⚠️

Warning for anatomical heart / blood / cannibalism

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Super boop!

*gasp*

Super boop you too!!!

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Quackity : I do feel awful about killing you.

Schlatt: *lifts an eyebrow*

Quackity : Even though technically I did bring you back, which makes it so you arent even dead anymore, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

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You all want a Crack HC?

Mamacita is C!Dreams drag queen alter ego. He literally just puts on different clothes with pushups in his crop-top, a wig and adds some blush to his mask-

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I am opening Commissions! Here are some of the prices and examples of my work!

If you want to commission a work, please just DM me. Some references (be it pintrist pins, roblox avatar or even just a detailed description of the character that you want) would be appreciated. And of course, for a NSFW art, you would have to be 18+, unless its NSFW in terms of violence/light blood.

You can also DM me to ask for more examples of my work to see if my artstyle is fitting for you! <3

For payment, I would have paypal but if there is another app that you yourself use and would prefer then I wouldnt mind looking into that.

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

Oh gosh, this is so sweet, thank you!

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You mean....do I ever think about Quackity being so desperate to have Schlatts love that he eats the one thing that symbolizes love most of the time? How he can finally feel in control? How he still feels the metallic taste in his mouth months later? How he stares at Glatts chest and sees it open...and the ribcage broken and then heart missing...hearing the pulsating beat in his ears?

Nah. Of course I don't think about it. /j

clenches my fist. im being so normal about dsmp right now. hey completely unrelated does anyone else think abotu cq eating schlatt's heart at hjs funeral does anyone else ever thinjk about that or is it just me

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dsmpblr now all we got is each other and the reblog button

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Feel free to, honestly. Socializing is good-

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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hey. hi. hello. whats your ao3.

Oh! Sure! My ao3 is AdamIgnis! I don't have many works published, as I always worry that some of my one-shots aren't polished enough to count as a fanfic! But there are some works that I don't have published on tumblr!

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I am usually more excited for comments than likes/kudos because...gosh...talking about the silly little characters is my everything!

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....I am not saying....OSMP!Schlatt and OSMP!Quackity but..........OSMP!Schlatt and OSMP!Quackity be like--

when a ship involves one character being so utterly devoted to the other that its borderline religious????? when the devoted character is written to be seen as a sinner, or damned, or a non believer??? and the other character an angel or god-like???? i simply eat that shit UP how can you not??

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I made a promise and I kept it. Here is the one shot. Its relatively small but I really like those boys.

LN!Quackity/Glatt

No actual warnings, alcohol, casino and other adult topics are there but no NSFW. Enjoy!

Good luck kiss

A cacophony of voices could be heard outside the walls of the casino, as a new day has begun or well, it would be more accurate to say that the day in the casino never ends. In the city where the majority of humanities vices are legal, the casino is open 23 hours a day, the hour in which a massive break takes place is the time where the business restokes the storage of beverages and food, emptying the machines of the money that people mindlessly lose with the hopes of luck being on their side. Some processes can be seen as automated as the machines and cash register seem to open on their own without a key needed. Though its not the advanced technology that makes it possible but rather a spiritual power.

Glatt was sitting on the bar stool next to one of the most profitable parts of the establishment, some may argue that the only money spend on the drinks is coming from the ghost himself, but he brushes those jokes aside, as they are way too obvious in his opinion. The ghost was leaning back, sipping on the burning booze that was filling up his glass but had no effect on him, using the free hand to wave around with fingers, manipulating the machines to open and empty themselves out. The days were passing in a routineus manner, not that he could complain, after losing the bet, he was in a rather “Win-win” scenario. He can stay and be his own person, instead of being in the need of bringing his alive version back, he had a place to stay, he had a clear purpose, and he was partially in control of things. It did remind him of Manbergs better days with one, noticeably clear difference. Quackity. The duck hybrid clearly changed. Besides of the obvious scar and a different outfit, he seemed more confident, not as naïve, and gullible, he may still not be the tallest person in a room, but he had the voice of a man, who knows what he wants. It wasn’t aligning with Glatts memories of him but sometimes, he could still see the man that he once married. The short-lived stutter in his voice when the ghost calls him an older pet name, the genuine smile that reaches the ducks eyes when he interacts with the younger members of Las Nevadas, the willingness to accept piles of works. The last part caused the ghost to furrow his eyebrows. He couldn’t remember why there were so many piles and why he simply left them on his VPs desk. It didn’t matter now but the holes in his memories were wearing a rather frustrating character. The man shook his head before his dead, amber eyes caught the glimpse of yellow feathers, when the owner of Las Nevadas let himself fall on the stool next to him.

Glatt let out a low chuckle before causing a bottle of strong beverage to float and pour its own content in another glass, pushing it towards the duck hybrid. Quackity looked at the ghost with his one seeing eye before stretching, putting one of his arms on his elbow, letting out a groan, stretching till there was an audible pop in his spine, causing his feathers to ruffle, puffing out before he relaxed his whole body, slamming his arms on the table and allowing his wings to fold tranquilly on his back., wrapping his fingers around the glass with the amber liquid in it, splashing against the transparent walls. -Rough hour boss?- there was a smirk on Glatts face, emitting a slight mockery as…yes in terms of their deal, Quackity would be his boss but none of them really used that term. The duck hybrid only rolled his one good eye, as the other kept unmoving. -As you can tell. We couldn’t get any lobster, so now three of the main dishes on the menu have to be scratched from it, till we get a delivery, two of the staff called in sick and I had to make a few phone calls to get a replacement, Fundy is complaining about needing a parental leave….he knows that we don’t have that here, right? Nowhere in the contract it says that this would be provided. So…I said that he can bring the kid if he has no nanny on this server.- the owner of the casino took a bigger sip from his drink, letting out a hot sigh and slamming the glass on the table, grimacing from the burning sensation in his mouth and throat, causing the ghost to burst into a laughter, which caused the colourful lights of the various machines to flicker. -Ya know, when I asked, I didn’t really think ya would dump this shit all over me but eh…ya know, my advice would be, buy frozen shit, cheaper and gets less worry….and look, I am no fucking babysitter, the kid is gonna get turned into some coat by the first convict. And speaking about kids. Tell the definitely human one to stop putting his damn goop inside the machines. Do I look like a mechanic or maid to ya? I agreed to run this hole, not clean it- Quackity only shook his head. -I will remind him. And…I don’t remember asking for your advice. Besides, you really think people wont notice me cheaping out?- the ghost only shrugged. -They will be too drunk and greedy to notice anything, pumpkin.- the ram hybrids ear twitched at the raising sound of voices talking behind the door, causing him to smirk. -Yar loyal fans are waiting for ya. Wanna get a good luck kiss, eh?- The ghost rested his head on the open palm of his arm, leaning on the bar counter, having a wide grin on his face. Quackity emptied his own glass, jumping off the stool, causing the heels of his shoes to clack against the floor, straightening his dress-shirt before looking at the ghost in a torn suit, under which was a blue sweater that stayed on him despite them being in a literal desert. He narrowed his eyes before scrunching up his nose and huffing. -I don’t need any luck, Glatt.- turning away and looking around before looking down at the ground, feeling the rows of yellow feather on his neck rise and fluff up, smirking before making an 180 turn on his heels, stepping over to the ghost. -But you definitely need some. After all, I expect great profit from your cooperation.- was uttered before the duck hybrid grabbed the man by one of the horns, pulling him down and uniting their lips in a rather passionate kiss. All light in the casino turned on, seeming like they are about to burn on the light bulbs, the establishment filled up with the noise of machines rapidly playing, slot machines were rapidly changing the pictures, the sound of coins shooting out of the winning sections and the repeated, robotic voice shouting “jackpot” was echoing.

Quackity took a step back, using the back of his palm to clean off his lips before walking off, leaving the ghost at the bar, and throwing one last sentence at him. -Seems like you have won something.-

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Okay. I am hungover but...I will sit my ass down at my desk and write that one shot with Glatt and LN!Quackity.

I really like the idea of Glatt being able to manipulate the machines in the casino. In a way that he can let people win a little bit to get them motivated and have the delusion that luck is on their side...just so they would lose all they got after that. After all...this man knows enough about scams. And what place is a better place to scam people than an actual casino?

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.