#I hope that he could feel it when quackity ate his heart

[sunlitmcgee]

No but fr FUCK c!Schlatt, the slimy piece of fuck. I fucking hate him and loath him and abhor him ever so dearly. He’s a fucker. A straight up demon. Let it be known that 99% of the reason I wrote his limbo in HWHBH to be a liminal space hell of a rundown bar where he can drink forever while he eyes up some skeevy posters and gets stared down by a bunch of cutsie paper bees has to do with the fact that, in my opinion, his canon limbo(shitty creepy wet gym) is far too nice for a wretched piece of filth who exiled two people from their home, abused said home’s population, beat on a little boy’s head every other night while he wasn’t doing god knows what to cQ behind locked doors, and who didn’t even have the decency to die in agonizing pain when all was said and done.

FUCK C!Schlatt.

Fuck him FUCK HIM I hope his limbo becomes worse over time and gradually drives him insane.

I hope he gets ripped to shreds by the cosmos for every hand he DARED to lay upon c!Tubbo.

I hope he’s eaten up and chewed and spat back out over and over and over again forever for how he treated c!Q.

I hope he never finds peace. I hope his afterlife is eternal pain and agony beyond all mortal means of understanding. I hate his filthy fucking ass so much my GOD cc!Schlatt served such raw CUNT with his OC, and he was AMAZING for it god I need to punch something to get the anger outta my system!!!!!

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The Feeling’s Mutual - c!Techno x Reader

PT 1 because I‘m taking too long lmao

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!Reader, Philza, Quackity, Charlie S

Summary: [from an ask] The reader is kicked out by Quackity from Las Nevadas and was forced to roam around to look for somewhere to live and they end up in Techno’s cabin after passing out in the tundra. At first, you have a shared hatred of each other, but you end up warming up when you figure out he’s been making you breakfast.

Warnings: Exile, mild malnutrition, corruption

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“Ooh! I get to go visit you now! Like a vacation!” Charlie cheered.

“No, Charlie,” You sighed, continuing to follow him out of the city, “I’m getting exiled. I don’t think Quackity will let you visit me,”

He frowned, confused. He wasn’t the best at understanding broad concepts like exile and all the drama that brought it about. He just thinks you’re one of his best friends, and that Quackity is also his best friend. Now, Quackity was in no way your friend as you once were. He banished you for the dumbest thing, just because you challenged his integrity. Unbeknownst to Charlie, Quackity was giving away trade secrets, rigging elections and his casinos. You didn’t join him to scam people, you just wanted a new start after L’Manburg.

You walked with him in silence past the bright neon lights and street lamps of Los Nevadas. You were never going to be allowed back here, even though you built half of the damn place.

“So if Quackity doesn’t let me visit, can you visit me?” Charlie asked solemnly.

“Again, probably not,” You stuffed your hands in your pockets and half-smiled at him, “I don’t think he wants to see me back here. Ever,”

Where were you even going to go? No one would take you. Quackity had made many enemies, who were, in turn, yours, and now no one you were allied with alongside Quackity will be friendly except for Charlie. But Charlie was his lapdog, nothing could touch him and you weren’t going to be allowed around him anymore.

Your enemies list was vast, all the way up at the top, finally overtaking Technoblade, was Quackity. Congrats, Big Q, you piece of shit.

Charlie stopped at the end of the road, finally realizing this might be the last time you see each other. He wanted to cry, but he held it back. There’d always be hope, he could sneak out, you could sneak in. But you’d have to do it all in secret, and it just didn’t feel right to him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Charlie,” You said.

He smiled weakly at you and pulled you in for a slimy hug.

“We’ll see each other again someday,” He stated.

You wanted to believe that, but the pit in your stomach just sank further as the embrace came to an end. You’d have to get going, this would be the last time you see him, or Los Nevadas for that matter, in a long time at least.

-

You spent days wandering. Just as you suspected, no one would take you in. Not even Niki because of your governmental associations. You found the occasional scrap of meat or stale bread in some chests along the prime path, but you felt so sick to your stomach that it became hard to eat anything you found.

From the desert to the ocean to the plains to the tundra you roamed. You hunted with what little supplies you had.

There had been no food for days now, the snow was the only source of water within sight. There were no signs of life, no people, no animals, only the occasional dying tree to sleep under in the blistering cold. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the blizzard came.

Blinding white all around. The only sound audible was the whistling of the wind in the frozen, rotting branches above you. At this point, you’d gone numb, the only thing you could feel was your heart beating heavily in your chest as you lost consciousness.

-

“We couldn’t just leave them out in the snow, Techno! That’s just cruel!”

“They’re with Quackity, Phil. Don’t make me explain this again,”

“I’m not going to let you throw them back out,” Phil explained, “No one would willingly come here, Technoblade. They have a reason, I know it,”

You opened your eyes cautiously. It was warm, you were covered in a thick red cape and a few blankets, the fire next to you was roaring. Whatever argument was taking place had moved further into the distance, out of earshot.

Everything ached, but at least you were warm. You let yourself come to your senses. Maybe the exile was all a nightmare. Maybe Quackity wasn’t a dumb bitch after all. But where were you? Whose bed was this? Whose-

It’s Technoblade’s cape.

Your eyes widened as you shot up out of bed. The pain in your legs was sickening, but so was being in this man’s house. You ran to the fireplace and grabbed some sharp steel tongs, meant for poking at the logs, for protection. His footsteps moved closer, the conversation was over.

You brandished your weapon and prayed for dear life.

The door creaked open and he stepped through, shutting it behind him. He stared at you, looking down at the weapon and then back at the tossed bed. He looked unfazed by your threatening pose. You were more scared than he was.

“I lend you my cape,” Technoblade points at the bed, “And you decide the best move for you is to stab me?”

Guilt crept into your throat.

“What am I doing here?” You hissed at him.

“Phil found you under a tree,” He chuckled, “And decided he wanted to adopt someone else,”

“Aren’t you supposed to kill me or something?”

“Why? Should I?” He threatened, taking a step towards you.

You stepped back, bumping into the table behind you, “That- That’s what you do,”

“If it were up to me, you’d probably be buried in the snow by now.”

You scowled at him, rediscovering past hatred towards him and using that to fuel your rage.

“I’d rather be left out there,” You spat, “Not stuck in here with you-“

“Again, I agree, but Phil is the one you should be angry with if you don’t want to be here,” He rolled his eyes and held his hand out.

“I’m not giving this back to you,” You growled.

He stepped forward and snatched the spear out of your hand, tossing it behind him, out of reach. He leaned forward and hissed in your face, “Don’t try anything, kid,”

You swallowed your pride, weak and unarmed. Whether you liked it or not, you’d have to stay with him for a while. No one would take you in, so it was either deal with Technoblade or die. You might as well use this to your advantage.

-

Days went by where you never even saw Techno. Phil took care of you most of the time, but he didn’t have any room in his house with Wilbur being there and all, so you were forced to sleep in Techno’s cabin. It became easier and more manageable as time went on. The only time you ever really saw him were the latest hours of the night when he’d come home and, if you were lucky, at dawn when he left.

Breakfast usually materialized at your doorstep every morning around the same time. Sometimes it was yoghurt, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes cold meat and oatmeal, but it was always delicious. You suspected Phil was behind the mysterious meals, that was until you asked him about it.

“I don’t think I ever said, but thanks for breakfast,” You smiled at Phil as you helped him load firewood into the horse’s saddlebags.

He looked at you, perplexed, to say the least.

“What breakfast? Don’t you just eat whatever Techno has?” Phil replied.

Your stomach turned, letting the past couple of weeks turn over in your head. You shouldn’t have assumed Phil was the one making your food. You should’ve asked before you just started gorging yourself every morning.

Phil watched as you turned pale and hopped on the horse. He thought that you just ate whatever Techno had in his pantries, and never questioned it. Now, all was revealed. Techno had been making you breakfast.

For most people living as a guest in someone else's house, having breakfast brought to their door would just be seen as a sweet thing, but it was dangerously blown out of proportions when it was your ex greatest enemy doing it without you even knowing. You silently reasoned with yourself that if he was going to poison you, you’d be dead already. That comforting fact backfired as you realised he could have killed you so easily. Your emotions were on a rollercoaster, and your stomach sank deeper and deeper as the more intrusive thoughts crept in.

You needed to catch him in the act. Something about The Blood God making you breakfast created sentiments of self-worth out of thin air. Part of you wanted to prove it to yourself, and part of you wanted to embarrass him for it.

-

The familiar shine of daybreak made the room glow orange. The fire had gone out that night, as it usually did, but the cold felt like nothing now that you had a mission to accomplish.

You slipped out of bed, clad in leggings and a simple green shirt. The floor was icy on your bare feet but you trodded out the door and down the stairs, heading for the kitchen.

The dining room was salmon-pink, highlighted by the bright orange flickering coming from the fireplace. It was already warmer down here than it was upstairs, the fire must’ve already been on for a while by now. The kitchen was out of view, but you could already smell fish frying from the base of the stairs.

Making your way through the archway, you spotted Techno’s red cape on its hook by the door next to the thick winter coat you loaned from Phil. Below them, both were black boots, sprinkled with half-melted snow. The floorboard below you creaked when you stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

Techno spun around, startled by the noise. His face flushed with guilt temporarily but was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow and confused eyes.

“What are you doing awake? It’s five,” He implored.

“I could smell the salmon,” You shrugged and moved towards him innocently.

He turned back to the fish and turned the stove off, sliding it onto a plate.

“What’re we eating today?”

“You just said,”

You scoffed and conceded. It was a dumb thing to ask, but he wasn’t supposed to answer. It was only meant to highlight the reality that you knew what he’d been doing. Nothing in his expression, now unreadable, made you think he didn’t know that you knew he’d been making you breakfast.

He gently pushed by you, letting his arm brush against yours. It made your heart skip a beat, probably out of fear, you told yourself. Your skin went cold, but you followed him into the next room where he put the dish on the table and gestured for you to sit.

“You don’t seem to hate me anymore,” You mumbled.

“I never said I hated you, just that I don’t like you,”

“Well, you don’t seem to not like me either,”

He blinked at you and sat across the table from you.

“Where are you going today?” You said with a mouthful of food, “To do mysterious things, I imagine,”

“I was going to stay here today, actually.”

You stopped eating.

“I finished my mysterious duties,” He mocked.

Well, he wasn’t going to budge on where he’d been going the past few nights, but that wasn’t particularly important right now. What caught your attention was that he was staying here for the day. Again, meaningless to most people, but with him, it was surprising.

He began snickering, just at your face.

“I was never the one that hated you,” He laughed, “You were the one who brandished that poker at me,”

Your face flushed red with embarrassment, “I can be resourceful, at least,”

He continued to laugh at you, the absurdity of the situation hitting him with full force. Right now you wished you could hit him with full force.

“Alright, alright,” He took a deep breath, “I do have some questions for you,”

You looked up at him, annoyance plastered on your face.

“Shoot,”

“Why are you here instead of Las Nevadas?”

“Because Quackity kicked me out, and-“

“How did you know I made you breakfast?” He cut you off.

“I asked Phil, but-“

“Why did Quackity kick you out?”

“I asked him too many questions, just-“

“Do you still hold any loyalty to him?”

“No, but-“

“Questionnaire over, thank you for participating,” He stood up and excused himself from the table, heading back to the kitchen.

-

Techno never left again after that. He stuck around and made an effort to make you annoyed and uncomfortable every chance he could get. It was becoming a sort of game with him, and you were more than happy to play along. It made it easier to get along with him in general. There’d be no more dreading seeing him, no more awkwardness surrounding your avoidance.

Now, you had other things to be awkward about. If you passed each other a bit too close in a doorway, when you tripped over a rug in the living room, the fact that you were sleeping in his bed, the abrupt flirtatious nature of the man you were now sharing a room with.

You never really thought about it, but before he moved back into his room onto a makeshift bed, he’d been sleeping on the couch. He’d wake you early in the morning when he’d get up to make breakfast, and whenever he did leave to run errands, he’d wake you late at night when he came home.

One morning, around eight, he woke you purposefully.

“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he whispered, gently shaking you.

You groggily complied and eventually found your way to the front door where he was waiting for you.

“No breakfast?” You asked.

“Breakfast after,” He said, opening the door.

He was dressed in his usual clothes, but he carried a large satchel with him. Inside were different scraps of leftover meat and some bones. He didn’t tell you what for, but you were too tired to ask anyway.

You followed him through the fresh snow, crunching under your feet. It was drowned out by mindless conversation that you both kept up to stay awake. He brought you to a distant hill in a clearing, where a cliffside was awaiting. The conversation stopped as he told you to wait, and he went over to the wall and pressed a rock into the stone.

You could faintly hear the sound of pistons firing before the rock slid down slotted into the floor.

The sound of dogs barking filled the forest as hundreds of dogs and puppies spilt out of the entrance. Most of them went running to Techno, who was now holding the bag aloft, out of reach from the dogs. Some of them ran to you, their tails wagging happily at their new potential playmate.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He shouted.

“Holy-“ You stopped and pet the large, black dog that jumped on you, “Where’d you get so many dogs?”

“Long story,” He began to throw chunks of meat into the writhing pile of hounds, who were now obsessively sniffing you.

“I do this three times a week,” he said as he made his way over to you, “It’d get done a lot faster if you could help now that you’re living here full-time,”

“Wait,” You looked at him blankly, “Full-time?”

“That’s the idea,”

You thought for a moment, “Where am I going to sleep?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said, handing you some chunks of meat to throw.

By the time Techno’s bag was empty, it was almost noon. He shephered them back into the cavern and shut the door behind them. They were very well trained, when he commanded them all to sit once they got inside, there was no hesitation. The puppies were confused at first, but they followed along with the pack flawlessly.

Leaving the clearing, you talked with him freely about your plans for the future at the cabin. It didn’t mean you’d live there forever, knowing Techno, he might end up being hunted out of the tundra eventually. But for now, you were sticking with him.

It was strsnge to think that you were once mortal enemies, staring each other down on the battlefield with nothing but rage coursing through your veins. Now, you were cheerily chatting about what it would be like to settle down together. Between the two of you, mutual feelings of respect and redemption. The distrust was long since buried.

[pixy-stix-art]

TRUST

So a ask I had just disappeared or I accidentally deleted it. Put hopefully I got this close enough to the original ask- I think it was naga Sapnap and Karl. With duck hybrid Quackity with noms. Sorry I really don’t know what happened to the original ask. But hope you enjoy this.

(Warnings: safe vore, mouth play, accidentally vore, accidentally fear play, talk of digestion nothing happens everyones ok)

DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT

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“Are you sure about this?” Karl asked the small hybrid in his hands.

“Yep! I’m sure.” Quackity nodded excited.

Karl looked nervously at Sapnap. Quackity had brought this up a few times now. And every time the nagas said it was a bad idea, but Quackity was stubborn and didn’t give up till Karl caved in. Puppy dog eyes might have been used.

Sapnap shrugged. “I don’t know, he seems fine with it. Just be careful.” Sapnap told Karl. He wasn’t quite sure why Quackity wanted to see the inside of their mouths, but the duck hybrid practically begged them.

Karl sighed looking back at his tiny boyfriend. “I really just don’t want to hurt you.” He said softly running a finger down Quackity’s back, petting his wings.

“I know.” He said leaning into Karl’s touch. “But I know you won’t hurt me, I trust you.” He smiled looking up at the naga.

Karl felt his heart swell with love hearing that Quackity trusted him this much. “Ok, but if you want out please tell me.” He said bringing Quackity closer.

“Got it.” Quackity nodded. He was glad he finally got one of them to agree to this.

Karl softly kissed Quackity’s middle and hesitantly opened his mouth.

Quackity gasped as the mouth in front of him slowly opened up. He stepped closer feeling the warm breath wash over him. He placed a hand on the forked tongue crawling in. He grinned looking around Karl’s mouth. He felt around looking at the sharp teeth that surrounded him. But he held no fear as he reached out to touch on the the fangs.

Karl froze feeling Quackity crawl into his mouth. He looked at Sapnap as he held his jaws open for Quackity. Sapnap was watching carefully not sure what to think of the situation. He was pretty sure his boyfriend was crazy for wanting to experience this.

Karl was careful not to move, or more like he was to nervous to move. He felt Quackity touch one of his fangs and he panicked worried he’d cut himself. He wrapped his tongue around him pulling him away from the tooth. He quickly unwrapped his tongue from around Quackity worried he had done something wrong.

Quackity gasped as the tongue he had been sitting on wrapped around him. He didn’t struggle though. He chuckled as Karl very quietly let him go. He patted the roof of the mouth. “I’m ok.” He reassured him. “I won’t touch the fangs.” He said realizing what Karl was worried over. He felt a soft breeze wash over him as Karl sighed. He laid in his back across Karl’s tongue. He reached up to feel the odd texture of the roof of the mouth. “Hey, Karl can you close your mouth? I want to see what it’s like.”

Karl sighed relieved he hadn’t scared Quackity. He relaxed a little, till Quackity asked him to close his mouth. He looked worriedly at Sapnap.

Sapnap shrugged. He could see Quackity laying on Karl’s tongue in his mouth. It- it was definitely strange to see. “It should be fine...?” Sapnap said. “He’s asking for it pretty much.”

Karl was still worried about hurting Quackity, but he did close his mouth slowly.

Quackity grinned as he saw the light fade as Karl closed his mouth. He rolled over on his stomach he stretched out his wing. They hadn’t even gotten wet, they where still soft and fluffy. He hugged Karl’s tongue just relaxing in be being so close to his boyfriend.

Karl smiled softly as he felt Quackity hug his tongue. Maybe this wasn’t quite as bad as he thought. He was just keeping him close. It wasn’t like he was eating him or anything. Sapnap slithered closer to Karl the both getting more comfortable in the situation. And everything was fine, till Sapnap fell.

Sapnap smiled softly. He trusted Quackity to not do anything to stupid and he just seemed to be using this as another very odd way to cuddle. He went over to get closer to Karl so he could cuddle Karl while he had their little duck. But his and Karl’s tails here twisted together and he slipped up and tripped over Karl’s tail and fell on him.

He reached to try and grabbed Sapnap from falling on him. Karl gasped as he couldn’t keep the both of them up and they fell backwards with Sapnap on top of him. Something fell into the back of his throat keeping him from breathing and he instinctively swallowed it. Just as he did, did he realize what he had swallowed. “Sapnap!” He yelled.

Sapnap huffed sitting up. “I’m fine. Sorry, sorry.” He said getting up from Karl. He looked down to see Karl’s panicked face. “Oh whoa, what wrong?!” He asked.

“I- I it’s Quackity, I.... I swallowed...” he couldn’t finish his sentence. He lay frozen in his panic not sure what to do.

“Oh shit!” Sapnap cursed. “Did you- where did you swallow him to? Can get him to your storage?!” He said pulling Karl up trying to get him out of his panic.

Karl shook his head as he set up. He closed his eyes trying to feel where Quackity was. He sighed relieved that he could feel his light weight in his storage stomach. “I- yes. He’s in the right one.” He said softly hands over where Quackity was.

Sapnap rested his forehead on Karl’s. At lest Karl’s instincts knew where to put Quackity. But Quackity had to be panicking right now, they had to get him out.

Quackity was confused as he set in complete darkness. He had just been chilling in Karl’s mouth when suddenly he was thrown back into the throat and swallowed. He couldn’t move as he was pushed down. He had fallen into this small space soon after. He could stretch his arms out and touch ether side of where he was. Of course his first thought was that this was Karl’s stomach. But he’d seen both nagas eat before, no way was their stomachs this small. That and he hadn’t felt any pain from acids. Which was good, but he didn’t know why he had been swallowed.

Sapnap cupped Karl’s face in his hands. “Can you try to talk to him? Tell him he’s ok?” He said softly. He wasn’t sure if Quackity could hear them talking.

“I- I can try.” Karl sighed shakily. He looked down at where his hands rested. “Q-Quackity?” He said loudly. Even if he did hear him, how did he explain this was an accident?

Quackity jumped a little hearing Karl speak. It sounded louder this close. “Yeah?” He replied. He pressed a hand against the wet wall next to him. “Uh, what happened?” He asked.

Karl could hear Quackity! Quackity could hear him! He heard his question and winced. “Ummmm... Sapnap fell on me and- and I accidentally swallowed you.” He said voice getting softer at the end. “But! You’re ok in there I promise. It’s not a stomach not a real one.” He quickly said.

Sapnap watched as Karl tried to explain what happened. He couldn’t hear what Quackity was saying. He didn’t like not knowing what was happening with Quackity.

Oh, so that where he was. But he was more working about how panicked Karl sounded and how fast his heart was going. “Whao! Hey, I know it’s ok. I kinda already figured that out.” He said moving from his spot to lean against the silky wall.

Karl paused. Why wasn’t Quackity freaking out more? He had just been eaten! He should be more worried! “But- how did you know?” He asked.

Quackity shrugged. “This is way to small to be your stomach, and I’m not turning to mush. So there’s that.” He needed to get Karl to calm down. “And like I said, I know you would never hurt me. I trust you.”

“I just ate you! How do you still trust me?!” Karl yelled. He was focused on the funny feeling of Quackity shifting around to notice Sapnap’s confused and worried face he was giving him.

“Because I do!” Quackity yelled back. He stood up then slipped falling back down. “You didn’t even mean to swallow me. So deep down, your instincts knew I wasn’t good so you put me here.”

“B-but-“ Karl started before getting cut off. “What’s going on?!” Sapnap demanded getting frustrated only hearing half of the conversation.

Karl looked at Sapnap. “He’s not freaking out. Like at all. He says he trust me still..”

“Well, that’s a good thing.” Sapnap said hesitantly. “Right?”

“Hey! You talking to Sapnap?” Quackity asked shoving at the slick wall next to him.

“Don’t do that!” Karl said flushing pink. “And yes, I’m talking to Sapnap about how crazy you are.”

Sapnap was confused. But all this could be going a lot worse. He took Karl’s hands away from his stomach. “I want to listen.” He said pressing his ear to where Karl’s hands had been. “Quackity? You hear me?”

Quackity gasped then jumped up to where he could hear Sapnap’s voice. “Yes! I can hear you! Can you hear me?”

“Yeah I can! Now we can all talk.” He smiled. He glanced up at Karl chuckling at his red face.

Karl set stunned as Sapnap pressed his face to his torso to hear their boyfriend. His whole face was red from the closeness.

“Well that’s perfect. Now I can stay here longer.” He said pressing his hand against where he could feel Sapnap slightly pushing on him.

“What?! Why would you stay longer?” Karl asked worried the whole experience had made Quackity lose his sanity.

“Well first of, it’s very comfortable and warm. And I’m close to you. I mean I much closer could I get to the man I love them this?” He smiled rubbing the space around him.

Karl couldn’t get a word out, he stuttered over his words a flush creeping up his neck. Sapnap laughed at Karl’s reaction. “Awww, he’s bright red now.” He told Quackity.

Quackity laughed happily hearing this. “Oh? Is he really?” He smirked giving Karl more belly rubs.

Karl covered his face as he felt Quackity rubbing his storage stomach. It felt so nice, and he couldn’t figure out why it did. He began to softly purr against his own will.

“Awww, glad you’re enjoying this too.” Quackity teased hearing Karl start to purr. He could feel the soft vibrations all around him.

Sapnap smirked up at Karl as he started to purr too. He was more relieved then anything that Quackity was ok and didn’t hate them for this. Well, he seemed a little more then ok with all this. Which they could talk about later. For now he wanted to enjoy cuddling with his boyfriends.

The two nagas curled up around the other making sure Sapnap could keep his head on Karl’s torso to hear Quackity. Though none of them where saying much any more. Other then a small teasing comment from Quackity once and a while. They where tired from the scare from earlier and where all just happy to be with each other. And if Quackity was making a plan on how to get Sapnap to eat him while the two nagas where sleeping, only he needed to know that.

[sapphire-innit]

Saddest Beach Party Ever :(

Watch out for this one folks, it gets a bit dark -- mind the tags (though nothing outside of what you'd expect for.. this episode)

VOD: Tommy Is Left ALONE at his Exile Party with Dream (Start - 35:30)

(rp) I have Absolutely been putting off watching this one because I WILL cry and I am scared

I can't imagine what it was like to watch live and see NO ONE on the beach

He's keeping up a good face, adding more chairs... I'm not looking forward to it setting in.

like fuck man, fuck Dream for chasing of Ghostbur for MULTIPLE reasons but also because no one else even KNEW about the party :(

He's so excited about maybe seeing Tubbo I hate it Thanks

and now he's putting things down for Quackity and adding more things he's still so happy and excited (though you can occasionally see the mask break - there's a lot of nervous energy here)

"Where... no, well go place this" "why did Fundy leave the game" THANKS I HATE IT

Lazer and Fundy have been some of the people who have visited toooo :(

Tommy's face when no one is on the nether path.............. ouch

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log off right now green demon

log off RIGHT NOW

just stewing in silence ..... painful....

cc!Tommy really is one of the best actors on the server, this hurts quite a bit

............

I know that's Dream joining the call and I hate it

fuck

"I'm running a little late, sorry :)" >:|

fuck, Tommy apologized and tossed his armor immediately INCLUDING HIS GIFT SHOES AND AXE, Dream didn't even ask

Dream of course taking the chance to be '''''''benevolent''''.... probably as a reward for Tommy doing it immediately and without prompting >:|

and ofc Dream just straight up lies about the invites to rub salt into the wound. Cant have Tommy thinking people CARE ABOUT HIM OR ANYTHING.

Even mentioned Tubbo SPECIFICALLY YOU BASTARD "in L'manburg" was that truly necessary bastard

the sun setting... a symbol of hope... the symbol of their friendship.... disappearing into the ocean... I hate it :(

Dream pushing him into eating the cake.. "I've lost my appetite"

just digging in that Tubbo For Sure got the Invite Definitely and no one came except Dream.

"I didn't mind being a little bit late because I thought everyone else would be here" why did he keep pointing out he was late, kept hammering that point home. Like even Dreams attention is not important to Dream? like it has to be earned maybe ..?

"No one cares about me anymore" "that's not true" *BREAKS CAKE* "None of them care about me anymore"

IS HE BREAKING THE PATH OHNOOO ;-;

"No one cares... other than You(Derogatory)"

"Maybe they had something more important" I hate how Dream hides his digs behind sounding consoling it fucking SUCKS

I hate how depressed he sounds, how resigned

....threw away the chicken, and he isn't eating or healing. I knew to watch out for it but its never been this pronounced before. He's down to three hearts ;-;

"I'm pretty sure he burned it, or lost it" I do not believe that for a SECOND Dream, or at least its not as clear cut as it seems. Tubbo CARES ABOUT TOMMY, I *JUST SAW* a clip of him holding the compass aaaaa

ohno

"at least SOMEONE on this entire 30 person server got an invite" "He said he was going to give it to at least 13 people, and at least one person I saw give it in person"

ohno

ohnooooooooooo

he really is gonna toss the compass isn't he nooooooooo

...............

staring into the lava again. "he burned it. On purpose"

Dream quibbling ... but doubling down i hate it

.......its just... so clear he's not only thinking about the compass in lava

Dream shooting at the Ghast,,, telling Tommy to sleep on it, coaxing him back from the edge "almost fell off, careful Tommy" I hate it here

"I don't sleep anymore Dream" "I just want to go home" "Please can I go home" he sounds so broken ;A;

"why can't I stay" :( :( :(

"It's not like they want you anyway Tommy. No one showed up to your party and everyone was invited" And THIS is why Dream tanked the party on purpose. Because if Tommy thinks no one even wants him, he won't even try to get back, and will just stay under Dreams control. There's such a mental and emotional difference and toll from "Outside forces (Dream) are keeping me from going home and maybe I can subvert or change them" and "Home doesn't want me and they're better off without me"

It truly is creepy how Dream is trying to coax him with the Christmas tree, like he's trying to pull this balancing act because he can tell Tommy is on the edge of really giving up and I hate it so much

He still hasn't eaten

"c'monn you want to see the Christmas tree :)" overwriting his feelings as well ugh

"I'm sure if you asked them, they'd say they care about you" I see you invalidating any future concern someone might show him

ALSO TOMMY CALLING EXILE HOME IS SURE SOMETHING

.....him asking Dream to defend him is... painful. Especially having just watched the latest stream where he asked the same of Tubbo right after being triggered as hell ugh. He really has gotten used to being made helpless and depending on Dream, even on the one day he didn't get his armor and weapons taken away from him. He sounds so resigned :(

(( LOL OK THE DNF JOKE WAS PRETTY FUNNY THO))

he's bribing him with the trident and I hate it. Though at least hes enjoying it??? Mixed feelings on that. He ate too and I hate that Dreams honeymoon stage is w o r k i n g )

that is the most sincere I have ever heard Tommy say Dream cares about him and it FUCKING SUCKS

I know we never could have had "Happy Party AU" because Dream never would have allowed people to come and validate Tommy but man Trident tricks w everyone would have been nice

...lol someone pointed out the red looks like blood. the fake girlfriend bits are so Weird

Dream what do you GET out of this, why are you so OBSESSED. He spends so much time here

"I wont bring it up with them because that would be awkward" oof and I bet he won't believe it if anyone says they didn't get the invite will he oof

.. He pulls out the Axe but lets dream actually kill the skeleton, he already put it away before Dream even got on screen how many times do i have to say THANKS I HATE IT HERE before it becomes meaningless

So this was around the point (or maybe a little bit later, but talking about this point) during dsmp where I started seeing it cross my dash without any context and saw a lot of takes about "oh but they didn't get the invite" and I had NO IDEA why Tommy was so upset about what was clearly a misunderstanding or why he was making it such a big deal.... well I get it now

Tommy really really isn't in a place where he can believe someone when they say they didn't get an invite. And it Really Truly WAS a big deal and actually I'm 100% on Tommy's side on this issue now (though I also don't blame the other characters for this: See Big Green Bastard Man who is truly at fault) I can understand completely why he throws it in their face later though

He's doubting if he wants to go back now.. that was exactly the point of it all :(

"Thanks for letting me keep my armor today btw" I hate how sincere Tommy is about this. I hate how Dream has so effectively done this, where Tommy sees it as a FAVOR that Dream doesn't come and blow up all of his things and hard work and THANKS him for it.

People much smarter than me have pointed out how 1:1 this is to real abusive relationships and how well its portrayed. I don't have anything clever or insightful to say here I guess, just that its exhausting and heavy to watch (but also really powerful as well, because we DON'T see shit like this played this realistically, or in this much accurate detail)

I just want Tommy to be out of here safely and realize what is being done to him is WRONG and not his fault and be given a chance to actually heal. I know the likelihood of that in the future, considering whats to come, is also. complicated to say the least.

[the-fandomwriter]

Wilbur’s Character Arc

holy shit i’m fucking shaking while writing this. 

I just finished watching Wilbur’s last stream where he betrays Tommy, Pogtopia, L’Manberg etc. (I’m late leave me alone) BUT WOW I’M FEELING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW, SO I’M GOING TO DO A CHARACTER (ARC) ANALYSIS FOR YOU GUYS BC I’M A WRITER AND THIS SHIT IS HITTING SO HARD. 

So, incase you need informing, in Wilbur’s recent twitch stream we watch as he basically descends into madness, declaring that he and Tommy cannot (and should not) trust anyone except Dream. 

Why should they trust Dream you may ask? Well, according to Wilbur, he believes that Dream just wants to watch both nations burn. Dream wants to take advantage of two crumbling nations to show just how well the Dream smp is thriving, and how his lands are better than any other on the server, and that he is essentially the best and most fitting ruler throughout all nations. 

Now, this assumption can be mostly proven through Dream’s book “Tyrant” which he gave Tommy a few streams back. This book explained that Dream will assist the members of Pogtopia, but will only do so from the shadows since Schlatt was legally elected to rule (L’)Manberg. However, Dream’s true intentions aren’t exactly clear. He’s always had a slight soft spot for Tommy, (he accepted Tommy’s deal of trading the discs for freedom, and he supplied Tommy with supplies and allyship during their initial banishment) which would explain why he would side with Pogtopia in this situation rather than Manberg, who has no history with him, and Dream sees as compete chaos and does not support Schlatt’s ruling in any way possible. 

Dream’s whole role in the fall of L’manberg is to be touched on another day. 

But Wilbur. Poor old Wilbur. The man we once knew as the kind-hearted leader of a nation who never fought with swords. A nation who never bore armor, even during wartimes. Wilbur Soot may have declared himself ruler of L’manberg without making any accommodations for other possible rulers, but in the end, he deserved to rule L’Manberg. Wilbur founded L’Manberg, he helped build it’s walls, and wrote it’s “Declaration of Independance”. He earned his place as President of L’Manberg, and deciding to open up an election to make L’Manberg into a democracy was a brilliant idea. 

But the elections are where everything went downhill. 

Wilbur argues during his recent stream that “the people voted for Schlatt2020″ But they didn’t. Schlatt2020 only won because of the agreement that occurred between Quackity and Schlatt two days before the election results, which resulted in their votes being pooled together. 

POG2020 won the election by 45%. Schlatt2020 and SWAG2020 both lost. 

The people voted for POG2020. The deal ensured the win of Schlatt2020. Not the people. 

But Wilbur doesn’t understand this. He is convinced that people wanted this, that people wanted him out of office, and they did not see him fit to rule L’Manberg any longer. The loss of the Presidential election was the turning point of Wilbur’s character. 

The banishment of Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit only fueled the fire. It made Wilbur angrier, pushed him to his limits and in the end, ate away at his kind exterior, and began to reveal a side of him no one had ever seen before. 

The rise of Pogtopia gave him an ounce of hope. Hope that he could regain his rule over L’Manberg and shut down this tyrannical ruler and restore peace and harmony to the world. But the trust issues he developed after the betrayal of Eret during the previous war with the Dream smp, and the betrayal of his own son, Fundy, after Schlatt won the election, begin to swallow him whole. 

Wilbur doesn’t know who to trust. He ignores Eret’s help, insisting that such a person could not have a “redemption arc”, and that Eret’s intentions are only malevolent. 

He helps Niki when Schlatt raids her home, but after that he separates himself from her. But Wilbur refuses to believe that she really wants to help him. 

He believes that Tubbo is just faking his “007″ act. That Tubbo is really playing Pogtopia, and feeding information to members of Manberg instead. Which in return, only gives them (Wilbur and Tommy) a false sense of security in his role as Hercules Mulligan. Same with Technoblade. Wilbur insists that the second Techno is given the chance, he will turn around and stab Wilbur and Tommy in the back. That he will turn to the “winning side” the moment he finds it fit. Wilbur cannot find it in himself to trust anyone but Tommy and Dream. 

These trust issues are isolating Wilbur from everyone. He spends more time monologuing about how he can’t trust anyone. That Pogtopia and Manberg are doomed no matter what. He feeds into his negative thoughts, which fuels this colder side of himself I mentioned earlier. This is the side of Wilbur no one has ever hoped to see. 

We watch him slowly begin to unhinge. Lashing out at Tommy, saying horrible things about him (Tommy) that the other Wilbur, the kind, big brother Wilbur would have never dared utter in such a bitter and serious tone. His hysterical laughter chills me to the bone. Calling on Dream who helps him bring his plan of blowing up the entirety of (L’)Manberg to life. 

And worst of all, he’s happy about it all. He literally says this is the first time he’s been happy since their banishment. The thought of burning the nation- he built -to the ground makes him happy. The thought of any casualties, friend or foe, during the attack, makes him happy. Because Wilbur has fully convinced himself everyone is against him. He can’t wrap his mind around the thought of other people being on the same side as him. 

Due to this isolation, the separating himself from all other possible allies, he has lost sight of himself. He had lost sight of his true intentions. Of his good heart. 

This is no longer the Wilbur Soot we know and love. The Wilbur Soot who fights with fancy words and dramatic monologues. This is a new Wilbur. One who has been devoured by his trust issues, and entirely lost to the results of war. Wilbur is not a leader anymore. He is an anarchist. A madman. He fights with swords and wears armor and conspires against the people who truly do love and care for him. He is becoming a villain. 

And I fucking love it. 

[olwolo]

THEY DID SO WELL! I was slightly worried for like the whole pause period but they also handled that so well, pink parrots winners of my heart pov!! I miss the blade man already but it was really fun, I'm happy they also seemed to have fun besides the 2 points thing lol BUT UR ART !! SO PRETTY, I always get like this boost of energy whenever u post monochromatic art 👉👈 so prettie i lov 👉👈 ur grian remains the cutest thing ever we love it!

now back to the dsmp talk I left u on lol I always tought c!tommy was that kind of guy that considered ppl family but I really thought it stopped at tubbo, wilbur and ranboo. If u think about it, he and c!techno really have a long story (more than techno and wil) so it isn't that weird. Sure is metagaming but I don't mind these coming from the ccs tbh LMAO but c!techno and c!tommy have a interesting chemistry for me,, like, everybody with techno but really!! I like they are lowkey in bad terms but they are still okay with each other being around or whatever. Personality wise (more like ambition/inspiration driven wise idk), I just think they are too much alike to completely hate each other. Idk maybe I just miss 4/4 and I'm the one metagaming now but whatever. I love them, all rights to bedrock duo my beloved. Also, I too prefer the scripted streams bc they seem to have a reeeally good grasp at what to improvise and what should follow the script. Again, I'm not good at recognizing tones when they speak and if it's different or not so maybe that's why but idk, I love it. And winged phil is my favorite thing ever and the fact everybody accepted that is just so good. It makes such an interesting bg besided drawing winged characters IS REALLY NICE. I love ur idea of the big and small wings being related to their age, even though I'm still not one hundred percent sure if wilbur's are smaller than it should be or if just stopped growing after he died. I have so many thoughts about mumza these past few weeks but I'll share then once I think properly about it lol but PLEASE tell me about the possessed theory and Quackity!! I don't think I ever saw it! 🧨

pink parrots my absolute beloveds!!! i hope we will get some variation of this team in the future cause i enjoyed their interactions so much! honestly it might be my favorite mcc that i watched. and god i love using limited colors in my art so thank you!!!

and i agree! c!tommy is definitely the kind of character that considers the people close to him as family and i definitely prefer that approach over him being actually related to other characters. and the current state of bedrock bros is so interesting. like they both ended up hurting each other due to lack of communication multiple times but i feel like there's just this bit of care still there that stops them from absolutely hating each other? idk c!tommy definitely still cares quite a bit but that's just the nature of his character in general. as for the wings! i draw c!wilbur's so small primarily because i saw a picture of a baby crow and was enlightened sgdhjd but then i started thinking more about c!phil being Old and how that longevity could be passed down to his son and then i thought hey wouldn't it be sad if c!wilbur could live for hundreds of years but died before even turning thirty? and then it all got tied up nicely with the headcanon that the wings grow slowly over time because i think c!phil with huge wings is very cool. i like to think it would take like a hundred years to be actually able to start flying. and for wilbur's wings a little hc that i briefly drew out is that the right one got damaged in the final control room so it just stopped growing since then. and aaah the possession theory!! basically after c!quackity ate c!schlatt's heart he suddenly wanted to bring him back to life and in later streams there were some moments that led to theorizing that schlatt was possessing him in some way. it didn't go anywhere since early new l'manburg but i really liked the theory and i keep thinking back to it so might as well fuck around and add a nod to it in my chara design lol

[universe-not-taken]

B E A T

(TW: Cannibalism, Heavy Gore, Panic Attack?, Emotional, Mental, and Physical Abuse)

(Disclaimer: This is about the fictional characters not the CC’s, hopefully that’s clear(Also I don’t read over my writing, sorry))

Quackity eats Schlatt’s heart.

(If I need to tag anything at all please tell me!)

It's finally over.

Schlatt is dead.

Quackity is free, free from late-night arguments, free from condescending words.

Free.

He feels pulled towards the paling corpse, he can feel the faint weight of his sword in his hand and craves to see what it would've been if Quackity killed Schlatt himself, pressing the blade into Schlatt's chest he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness as the Netherite slid satisfyingly between Schlatt's ribs.

Quackity slowly removed the blade.

Quackity felt like he was a stranger in his own body as he reached into the small hole he carved, the blood was warm between his fingers and he was forearm deep before he felt the organ he was looking for.

Pulling back out his hand blood dripping off of the heart in his hands, he couldn't help but laugh, even for a second, something small as if he was laughing at a joke in a normal conversation.

"Quackity, that's enough," Someone called, carefully, the voice was accented and authoritative, yet young and scared.

Quackity hadn't stopped, the heart was warm in his hands, and despite the organ's failure, he believed he could feel a faint beat unless that was him going crazy.

He remembers dancing to this tune, head against Schlatt's chest listening to the beat on late nights or sometimes after fights.

He remembers listening to this tune in bed, his cheek red, and wrists starting to bruise, he wouldn't cry.

He remembers signing to this tune when Schlatt's presidency started, he was hopeful that Schlatt would flip the board and change the game in L'manberg.

Quackity lifted the organ to his lips and licked off a good portion of the blood.

The metal zing in the flavor was electrifying, and maybe even addictive.

There's a dry heave from somewhere in the room but he still can't quite process the people watching.

Quackity's teeth sink into the heart and there's a sound he can't describe but wishes he could hear it over and over again, he feels veins break under his teeth and he closes his mouth with the chunk inside, and he chews.

It's perfect for a second, he doesn't hear the screams around him or feel someone trying to tug him away from the body, he can taste the heart and picks apart flavors.

Quackity takes another bite, this one is bigger than the last, he's staring into Schlatt's lifeless eyes, almost as a final fuck you.

Quackity quickly decides that the second bite is better than the first, the more you eat the better it tastes.

The heart is hollow inside, once he gets past the initial outer layer, he continues.

All he can hear is the beating of Schlatt's heart, it's not moving in his hands though, it's not actually making that sound.

When he feels blood drip from his chin, he realizes something.

It's his heartbeat.

Quackity turns around to face everyone, half-eaten heart still in his grasp.

Tubbo is crying, Tommy despite looking deeply disturbed holding his best friend protectively behind him.

Fundy looks sick, he has a hand over his mouth.

Niki is scared, her eyes are wide, she looks like she’s about to cry.

Wilbur's almost the same, his eyes are wide and he's in a stance, but those eyes hold no fear.

Quackity turns to the only mirror in the room and pauses.

Schlatt's heart drops the floor with a wet smack.

Quackity looks at his hands, covered in blood.

All he hears is his own heartbeat.

Quackity looks at his face, a crazed look is in his eye, blood around his mouth, some on his clothes.

All he hears is his own heartbeat.

He tries to speak.

All he hears is his own heartbeat.

He steps back, feeling overwhelmed.

The beat in his ears is slowly getting louder and faster.

Quackity stumbles back now, his back pressed against the wall, and he whimpered, but he can't hear it. 

Tubbo is trying to say something he's holding out his hands steadily to Quackity like he's trying to calm down an animal, he can't hear it. 

Tommy's arguing with Tubbo on this, trying to keep his friend back, but he can't hear that either.

The heartbeat is too loud now, Quackity let out a cry of pain as he placed his hands to his ears, but that doesn't fix anything, he can feel the blood on his sides of his head now.

There are hands on his wrists suddenly, and Quackity flinches and meets the gaze of Tommy who probably much rather wanted himself to go near someone who just ate a heart more than Tubbo.

He's speaking, and Quackity tries to read his lips.

"Calm down, Big Q, it's gonna be okay, just breathe," Tommy keeps a hold of his wrists, probably for more reasons than keeping him from hurting himself.

Quackity tries to breathe and it hurts, it hurts so bad, the pain is unbearable, his lungs feel like they don't work, he closes his eyes and shakes his head trying to show his struggle.

He's suddenly being held by someone much taller than himself, but this person is warm, and as his head falls against this person's chest the loudness of the beat in his head is combated by another heartbeat, this one is fast yet soft, this person is scared and he feels bad because that fear was caused by him, this person is breathing deeply and slowly.

Quackity tries to follow the rhythm.

Once the beat in his head stops and there's nothing but silence Quackity can't help but weep.

"It's okay, you'll be okay, it's over now," A voice shushes and he doesn't need to look to now know that it's Wilbur holding him.

Quackity's free from Schlatt's hold, instead of in the arms of an ally.

He's been emotionally, physically, and mentally abused for too long.

He was free.

Schlatt's dead.

And it's finally over.

[decaffeinatedenthusiastmusic]

angst lol

Schlatt’s dying moments when Quackity is the last person he looks to with an ounce of hope. Or The heart attack lasted longer than we thought. Songs for this: (first love/late spring, I bet on losing dogs)

It was planned. It was all planned perfectly, or at least that’s what Schlatt told himself after the adrenaline of Tubbo’s execution wore off. Sure, it had killed both him and Quackity in the process, but it was oh so worth it. The look on his face as he’d been boxed in and as Techno had stood before him. He grumbled slightly before loosening his tie and sighing. This was supposed to be the grand finale, but he knew people would be coming for him. Coming to kill him for what he’d done. Walking into his office, he reached into the shelf he had stocked with alcohol and grabbed a couple of bottles. A wine that he’d been saving for a special occasion was good enough in a situation like this. As he took a swig straight from the bottle, his body tensed when he heard knocking at his office door. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the paranoia was setting in, and as he drained the bottle, he broke it and held it up in defense. “Shit-” Schlatt cursed, pushing hair out of his eyes with his free hand and stalked slowly towards the door, opening it carefully. “What the hell, man?! You didn’t need to kill him!” Quackity half-yelled, seeing the president’s obvious messed up state. “Oh thank god, it’s just you. I killed him because he’s a filthy traitor, Quackity.” He sighed again, letting the shorter man into his office and bouncing his leg nervously. “We should leave. Now.” “What do you mean, we? You just killed a cabinet member! Y-You’re insane, man! And now, you’re a criminal! You can’t just kill people, Schlatt!” He yelled, turning to leave before the president reached out to him. “Quackity- wait- please- I- We can run away together! So what does it matter if I killed Tubbo? It’s Tubbo! Look- I...I can’t do this without you! Please don’t leave me!” He felt hot tears streaming down his face, unaware of them until now. Through the haze of adrenaline, paranoia, and alcohol, his words were completely honest. Quackity was the last string he had to grab onto, the only anchor keeping him attached. They fought often, usually when Schlatt was drunk, but he truly did love him. Even though there were rough patches, there were good memories too. “That’s not true, Schlatt. You’re probably drunk.” The words were dealt with venom and they ate at the taller man’s heart like acid. He barely noticed that Quackity was letting his tears fall freely as well by the time he was out of the room. ----------------------------------- -------------------------------------- God, he was a terrible person. He knew he could be rude and loud at times, but as he sat on the floor, surrounded by people he knew and people he didn’t, the reality of it was setting in. Even though it was pretty hazy, he could make out Fundy saying something that was probably important, but then he saw Quackity. He looked confused and scared. Schlatt thought that he probably looked worse. Putting down the bottle in his hand, he coughed a bit. There was a pulsating pain in his chest that would fade and grow every couple of minutes. It increased to the point that he was on his side, breathing hard. “Schlatt, any last words?” He heard Quackity’s voice ring out, everything getting slightly fuzzier around the edges. Or so, he thought it was Quackity’s. He didn’t know. “Does- Does anyone smell burning toast?” He asked, feeling the sharp pain once again before feeling the most immense wave of pain he’d felt so far. Turning his head as much as he could, Schlatt looked up at the blur that was the crowd around him. Blinking a couple of times, he processed what was happening. He was dying. One way or another, he wasn’t coming back. Damn. This wasn’t what he thought it would’ve been like, but it sufficed. Quackity repeated his question as Schlatt managed to mumble a couple of words that were later interpreted as: “ ’m...sorry…Qua-” That was when the immediate pain set in and everything stopped. His heart stopped beating. Blood stopped flowing. It was over, and surprisingly enough, it was quiet. They say that hearing is the last sense to leave

your body when you die. Those people would be correct on Schlatt’s account. He heard most of the people rejoicing and a slightly strangled noise came from Quackity, mixed between a scream and a sob. For the second time that day, the former president sobbed into his hands. Even though his heart had stopped beating, it ached just as others did.