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rainbowchaox · 1 year

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Analysis of Pissa So Far.

This is a essay looking at our favorite death dads and how their relationship changed and their different nuances from to start to most recent. This will primarily look at the major three times we had Phil and Missa interact from the start with being paired for the eggs to recently the Mexican Independence Party. So bare with me and come with me down memory lane.

I rewatched day 1 of the pairing up of pissa to mainly cope with CERTAIN lore that happened recently. And yes it’s as fluffy and cute as I remembered. But let’s start at the beginning. Before the pairing up Missa and Phil knew of each other casually like acquaintances. In real life along with in general their characters/cubitos. (Again major thanks for the server in general bringing all these wonderful creators together.) Anyways the first time Phil met Missa was when he jumped off the wall and gave them food. I like to imagine missa had a non-serious crush on the man. But they didn’t really interact. And it’s fair to understand why.

But then the egg event happened. Which honestly in my opinion was the best event to bring the Spanish and English sides together organically. And looking back now it WORKED. So back on track everyone goes to the adoption center and like most Qsmp events it’s total chaos. Phil chooses his ticket and when I rewatched it Missa literally like spammed clicked it to break it and get Phil. Atleast that is what it looks like to me. So we already have the seeds of simp Missa from the very start. Also can we all take a break and just realize they both got tickets with D? And literally they are Deathduo? The more I rewatch the pairing lottery the more I think it was rigged by the admins and not actually by chance. Every duo either had similar humor or charm.

Immediately Phil and Missa find out they both have D. And it’s casual no romantic undertones the cubitos are still getting to know each other. But Missa being a sweetheart immediately is like you can choose whatever egg. And I think this is when Phil starts to soften and gets majorly endeared towards the clumsy reaper. Like not a crush. Not love. But the seeds of the adoration and love we see from Phil down the road. The fact of the matter Phil let Missa choose Chayanne name. The fact literally the newly formed death family was being fluffy and saying chayanne will be the best egg while literally everyone was screaming in the background. Its the main thing that would later define the dynamic of the ship. The gentle understanding and teamwork. That would later be a staple whether you ship them platonically or romantically.

And chayanne is the best way to show why pissa was meant to always work. Chayanne personality and hobbies all came from his two dads (Literally the reason chayanne was interested in cooking so much was because Missa taught him to cook). And like Phil once he was thrust into parenthood with Missa immediately found him endeared by his assigned husband? The amount of times he laughed because of Missa. Another theme so important to why pissa works so well.

Missa is Philzas calm balm. He relaxes Phil so much. And that’s so rare for that to happen. So of course a hour or so in taking care of their son. Phil visibly softens and gets endeared to the man. Phil immediately starts worrying about missa when he left. Missa may have fallen first but Phil fell harder. Like more time Phil spends with Missa the more comfortable and at ease he gets. Missa fully was like I have the best husband ever let me casually call you pet names.

Not to mention two popular scenes burned into the minds of fans. The moment when Mariana called Phil my love and tried to steal him. And Phil being Phil immediately was I’m okay with my partner thank you very much. And both Missa and Phil cuddled close. I still think Missa fell day 1 but Phil was quickly getting a crush on his assigned husband. Secondly Phil literally invited Missa to bed.

Their dynamic was one of like relaxation of trust and just both trying their best for Chayanne. They easily slid into a cute dynamic as both got endeared to the others. And also in day 1 Phil never said platonic it’s only after day 1 he started using that. And only when he wasn’t with Missa. He is a repressed romantic guy struggling with a crush. Not to mention the crows practically grew so attached to Missa it was insane to see.

Anyways like most couples they had to both take care of chayanne until Missa canonically got kidnapped by wolves for four months. During the time Missa was there he was pining HARD for Phil. Calling him his love and darling in Spanish. Phil meanwhile keep saying it was platonic and most of the fans accepted that. But then Missa was gone.

And cubito Phil missed him so fucking much. It’s at this point I fully believe is when Phil finally realized he loved him. He kept referencing Missa. He made armor for Missa. He dyed his backpack black with a skull because of Missa. It’s truly my belief that Philza realized he fucking adored the man in Missas absence. He never gave up waiting for Missa. And Missa eventually kept his promise and came back to his family.

And this is when you see some of nuance or facets change slightly in their dynamic. The core is the same all the way back from day 1 but it does change. It somehow becomes softer and domestic. Sure Philza even before his grand realization in Missa absence SPOILED missa. Missa made him soft. But when the reunion happened? Somehow Philza softens even more. Somehow he spoils Missa even more. This is why I believe that Philza finally realized he loves Missa. Because there is a clear increase in the affectionate displays between them.

Philza and the rest of the server went on the mission once Missa appeared. It was legit like Philza forgot that he was a mission. Philza when Missa appeared immediately softened so much. Of course Philza isn’t angry he’s gone. He just missed his husband. And voila once asked by Cellbit “oh this is your husband?!” He immediately agreed. This is important because for months if someone asked about who is Missa he would always and never fail to say Missa is his platonic partner/husband.

But in the reunion Philza just said husband. Because in my opinion Philza fully thought of Missa his romantic partner. The fact that Philza showed everyone including Missa the skull on the black backpack almost like a bird showing off his feathers. And Missa was immediately all gushy. The fact he only looked at Missa when he said you can go into my boat. And felps not realizing the sorta of energy the two of them was having immediately was cursed to be a third wheel.

Like literally felps was in the back of the boat being all “just ignore that I’m here” when literally Philza and Missa were lost in their own fucking world. Gently flirting with each other. Felps was regretting majorly getting in the boat with them so no wonder he bounced as soon as possible. And literally they were left by themselves still on a mission to save people. But I won’t lie it was a date.

Just them loving in each other company. And Philza being so gentle and loving and protective towards Missa. Their dynamic at their core is the same yes. But it’s undeniably more romantic. And Missa side of the dynamic also changes. He starts trying his best to protect Philza. The man who has from the start been protecting him and their son.

Missa slowly starts to become more brave and actually comments on how attractive Phil is in front of him. (I can see your pecs….yes Missa we get it you love Phil). They are closer than ever. Phil also immediately accepts Missa as Tallulah other dad. Do you guys know how massive that is? He trusts and loves Missa so darn much to let him easily be part of his whole family.

And eventually Missa had to go for a bit. But the amount of pissa interaction we get during the renuion stream doesn’t end. We have loads more to dissect. Missa comes back in hope to see his son and new daughter but sadly they were sleeping but later on despite showing Tubbo around. Once he saw Missa was whispering to him in chat immediately left as soon as possible to get to his husband. Also Cellbit who was with him and tubbo was immediately like “oh you need to help your husband understandable” while tubbo was just like so confused.

Meanwhile before this Missa was crying wanting to go back to Phil. Phil is his safety blanket. Phil never fails to make him feel safe and secure and protected. There’s reasons why Missa fell so quickly. And they met up. And to bring up my earlier point above. What Phil does nest is one of my primarily reasons why I believe Phil fully realizes he loves Missa.

Yes Phil spoils Missa. It’s his love lanuage but all the gifts and upgrades he did late at night (which Phil made a mission to give stuff to Missa before he logged off.) and even the armor he made so long ago. The amount of spoiling and pampering just screams love, adoration, and affection.

And of course they get sorta matching backpacks. And of course Missa says he loves him so fast so the translator doesn’t pick it up. This leds to when Missa showed up by himself had a loony toon day before being called out by roier. He fully says he loves Philza. LOVES PHILZA. TE AMO. Romantic.

Most of the fans knew because just look how Missa acted. But once it was confirmed Missa feels romantic feelings for Philza? That’s when the majority starting fully accepting them as romantic soulmates. And started seeing Philza actions how they are. Romantic. (Though if you prefer them as platonic that’s also very valid).

The only reason a pissa wedding or confession haven’t happened is because Missa loves Philza so much he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable or burden him with his feelings for him. If philza said let’s get married he would accept immediately. But knowing Phil he will say nothing about loving Missa because he is scared he won’t be able to be protect.

And more recently. The Mexican Independence Day party. I won’t lie the times they were together they were always flirting. They were so cute. And both in my eyes were getting brave with their love for the other in their own ways. Missa literally screaming VIVA TE AMO on stage when Roier said Philza. Or Philza making sure he follows Missa during the dance. The fact Philza was so gentle explaining the recent egg disappearance and made a comment of being shock that Missa came back (he misses Missa so much each time he is gone.).

And their dynamic switches slightly again. Because Phil the whole time was worried and hovering around Missa when ingesting everything lore at once. And Missa is again getting brave he fully said he going on a date with Phil. It’s romantic. There’s no way I can personally can see it otherwise (though again if you like them platonic you are hella valid). At the start there was seeds but their romance has grown. They love each other. They need to confess for my sanity. And I fully trusts that Missa will have some sort of role in saving his love. And maybe perhaps we can get a confession or wedding in the future-

#qsmp #pissa #I’m dead guys. THIS is literally my two essays combined #Leave your thoughts on tags.#or comments #I hope you enjoyed this summary? recap? of pissa as a dynamic from the start to more recent.#yes I know I’m normal about them #LET ME BE FREE #this is how I cope mates.#qsmp shipping #pissa newspaper

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corpseconvulsive · 1 month

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Hi! My name is August and im here to address the rumors of Toby/Plague, a cosplayer and content creator being a groomer and other accusations made within the last few days

You may recognize my name from other posts made regarding myself and other rumors including the rumor that i am one of the people Toby is grooming, which is devastating in my eyes because never once has Toby acted in a predatory way towards me, he is truly one of the coolest dudes ever.

Why did this rumor start? Its because of one screenshot where i am describing that i am cold and toby makes a joke saying he will “wrap his feet around me” which was obviously a joke, wrapping your whole ass feet around someone is not even humanly possible?

I fully consent to the sexual and darker jokes and fully enjoy them as we use in private in our servers for just ourselves and friends watering our humor down in the Blood of Salvation server, Toby always makes sure to respect a boundary if it is brought to his attention, still TO THIS DAY i am asked at least twice a month sometimes even three times if my boundaries have changed, the only one being to not make fun of me for my weight as it makes me incredibly insecure, Toby has never broken that boundary. If people had an issue with our humor, we have always communicated in the server that they can message a moderator to discuss any issues, no one ever messaged us saying they felt uncomfortable.

I can address that our humor is quite sexual and dark to begin with, however if toby is not personally friends, he controls his humor ESPECIALLY around minors, there have been many occasions where Toby has mentioned he is kind of sick of minors joining the server just because they simp and suck up to him and how gross he feels when people act like that just because the find him hot.

Majority of the jokes made were in a chat where only the moderators and admins can talk which you can choose if you want the channel to be visible or not, all moderators who are close friends talk here, we didnt say many of the screenshots shown to random members although we should have been more careful with what we say as some people are incredibly young.

Also the way this was handled was horrendous, Seirei has a large platform that i stopped following a few months ago, her content was great in my eyes and i completely idolized her because she seemed really cool, however things like calling ticci toby an abuser and other drama that arised has caused me to stop following her. She should have handled it like an adult and talked to everyone mentioned to get both sides as some people involved are minors which is so dangerous seeing how people are being doxxed now, some involved are as young as 14. Seirei’s posts are in my eyes, the reason this stupid situation has gotten to the point people have begun doxxing Toby and others, this in my eyes, is terrible, even for the ones making up these rumors and statements that are being doxed as well. I have no respect for those making up these things about my friend, however i think everyone deserves the right to feel safe in there own home without worrying about there information being leaked and something happening to them.

I have messaged Seirei who said to message her if you have more information or input as it says on her tiktok, explaining that Toby is indeed not a fucking creep towards me, is definetly not grooming me as I know the signs I have been groomed twice in my life for long periods of time such as 2-3 years starting before i was even a teenager, and about screenshots and things said about me in general regarding an old situationship. Seirei has not acknowledged my message along with another friend who has messaged her for a simple question.

Regarding the things with my ex situationship, i do not know why it is being brought up as it was irrelevant to this however all i will say is yes i sent her nudes however she did happen to start sending them first and it was a common thing for us to act sexual with one another, also one of the people who happens to be making accusations about Toby has told me i must not have sexual trauma if i sent nudes to her when I admitted i was a victim of sa and grooming which is a horrible thing to say to any victim to disregard what happened to them, it is not right and vile to do that to any victim no matter what abuse they have trauma and scars from, especially when some have developed hypersexuality from the trauma such as myself.

I would also like to discuss how these people accusing toby are hypocritical as well, they act like they have not done similar things while they have.

Robin, someone who started this mainly from what i know, loves to simp and support Jimmy Urine, who if you dont know who that is, he is a giant pedophile and was the singer of MSI(Mindless Self Indulgence). He has been charged with sexual battery against minors and they fully support this man and call him hot and basically drool all over him.

Virus is a person Toby used to be friends with before i came into the picture, a minor who said sexual shit and has wrote multiple in depth paragraphs about wanting to do sexual things with Toby as a minor before Toby finally kicked him from the server and blocked him entirely due to the shit he was saying. When i became friends with Toby I had heard stories about Virus as the server was still below 100 members(believe i was the 96th member after i messaged Toby asking if he had a server since his discord was on his IG) so the server was a close tight knit group with the moderators and there friends before it was opened for the public. After making it public Virus made MULTIPLE TikTok accounts and Discord accounts to join the server after being banned for his weird actions, how do we know? Because this dude kept posting art in his style, I was one of the people who analyzed the art as I am an artist myself, the eyes, nose, face shape, style, is all the same. He even presented us with a fake tiktok account, it was him in a red curly wig, same background as his other tiktoks. He is obsessed and seems to come back at least once every month or two.

Many others have made r34 of characters which is gross, like i mentioned before told me i couldnt have been sa’d and groomed if i sent nudes, someone tried accusing me that i was an adult talking to my situationship who is a minor despite the fact that my ex situationship was older than me, accused Toby of asking a minor to show him their tits as a joke meanwhile the “minor” i question is our friend Kat who is 23 so definetly a minor, people have called moderators who do there job mean, saying its wrong that we “shit talk” members meanwhile we only “shit talk” members if youre being stupid and we think its a possibility youll break the rules and start shit meanwhile these people accusing toby have servers and gcs on discord made for the purpose of shitting on Toby, myself, and other members of the staff in the crp server, and a bunch of other stuff.

As you can see, the list goes on with how hypocritical these people are, using things out of context to try and get the point across when all they are doing is lying to paint Toby in a bad light, its disgusting how they accuse Toby of being a groomer when this is who happens to be accusing him. Again to the rumor Toby is grooming me, i can fully state that no he is not grooming me, he has never acted romantically in any shape or form with me, he has never acted predatory towards me or any others, I mean if I dont text him, my dms are drier than the sahara desert with that man, hes not one to text first so sometimes i go a day or two without actually speaking to him. I know the signs of being a groomer from experience and research, Toby is not grooming myself or any others and its bullshit that people are accusing him based on messages taken out of context.

Thank you for reading🖤🖤❤️❤️

#creepypasta #seirei #drama #toby #crp #crp fandom

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arkanis-englishupdates · 2 months

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DOCUMENT TRANSLATION

Hello everybody, Admin 🦇 here!

In this post we will translate all the documents we have so far. When more documents are discovered, we will bring the part 2 of this post.

DOCUMENT 1 — [?????] Message.

"Blessed time when the factory arrived in Valigma, they told me. I hate this affirmation, I hate everything, I hate. Bastard, someone save me for the love of all that is most sacred! Help me!!!"

[ "Blessed time" can also be translated to "Worst time" because "Bendita hora" is a phrase with a negative tone, not positive.]

["Someone save me for the love of all that is most sacred!" can also be translated as "Someone save me for the God's sake!". Both have practically the same meaning.]

DOCUMENT 2 — Establishment License Permit.

VALIGMA

ESTABLISHMENT LICENSE PERMIT

EXERCISE NUMBER

2 11

GRANTED TO

NAME: Nascimento Bira.

ADDRESS: Bar de Seu Bira.

Registered in the CMC. Under No. 21C

WITH THE FOLLOWING MAIN ACTIVITY

Bar.

SECUNDARY ACTIVITY

Grocery Store.

WHILE SATISFYING THE REQUIREMENTS OF

CURRENT LEGISLATION.

FOR OPERATION AT THE

FOLLOWING HOURS:

8:00 AM until 3:00 PM

EMISSION DATE EXPIRATION DATE

08/31/1982 03/08/2025

VALIGMA July 7 OF 1985

[Signature] [Signature]

CITY HALL MERCHANT

WARNING

The following permit will be posted

in a visible location.

[In the signatures, it is possible to see the full name of the owner of the establishment and the name of the official responsible for the permit. Unfortunately, as I don't have the text font used, I can't accurately distinguish.]

DOCUMENT 3 — Police Report.

Public Security Secretary

VALIGMA CITY

POLICE REPORT

RESPONSIBLE POLICE OFFICER

Jorge

BOOK

TYPIFICATION 24-12a

Exile

REPORT OF EVENTS IN SEQUENCE

The citizen Bia Raux was exiled from the community after repeated transgressions of the city's regiment and current government laws. Her conduct was meticulously investigated by the competent authorities, revealing practices and behaviors that put public order and citizens safety at risk. Bia Raux's actions were considered incompatible with established standards of coexistence, justifying the application of the exile measure as a way of preserving collective well-being.

The exile procedure was carried out in strict accordance with legal protocols, ensuring that the defendant's rights were fully respected during the judicial process. Witnesses were called and testimony taken, evidences was presented and examined thoroughly, culminating in a verdict that determined the imperative need for exile. The court decision, although severe, was based on the need to maintain order and peace in the community, being widely supported by citizens who desire a safe and harmonious environment.

After Bia Raux's exile, additional measures were implemented to prevent similar infractions from occurring in the future. Authorities reinforced enforcement of laws and promoted educational campaigns to make citizens aware of their obligations and responsibilities. At the present time, Bia Raux is outside the city's territorial limits, subject to strict conditions for any possibility of reinstatement, conditioned to substantial changes in her behavior and demonstration of compliance with established legal and substantial norms.

PAGE 1 OF 2

[Signature]

OFFICIAL SHERIFF

For now, these are all the documents translated so far, stay tuned for more posts!

#arkanis #arkanisgg #Arkanis Eng Updates #mcyt

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fuck-customers · 8 months

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A customer came in wanting a refund for a jumper claiming it didn't have the size easily visible, so she didn't know it was an 18 when she bought it, and it was far too big.... the label with the price on it also says 18 in big writing and size 18 clothing also gets hung on hangers that have cubes with 18 on them but sure, it's not obvious it's a size 18. I explained that it was past our return window, so we can't do the return. Oh, apparently, she's tried to come in multiple times, but we keep closing for lunch and not reopening for the rest of the day..... we don't close for lunch, we make sure we have the staff to cover each other's breaks so we don't need to, and even if we did we're also open in the mornings, don't close fully early unless it's unforseen circumstances and we're open 7 days a week.

Posted by admin Rodney.

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spreens · 7 months

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A couple of notes on 'Jay' (@/JayyBio on twt)'s reply on behalf of Quackity Studios, from a Public Relations and Crisis Management perspective.

Preface:

This analysis attempts to keep as neutral of a stance as I can on this. I will support any worker's right to fair pay, especially with the hours that the QSMP admins put into this project. That being said, we, the viewers, cannot fully understand everything that has gone one with regards to privacy and confidentiality within the project.

Delivery:

The source of this media release comes from Twitter account JayyBio, an account created within the last 24 hours for the purpose of posting this message. The verification for this account was a follow from the official Quackity Studios account. This is absolute bare minimum and really shouldn't be done for anything, ever. I understand that they may wish to reduce the impact on viewers following the Quackity Studios account that are unaware of the situation, but doing this (and attaching a seemingly personal account to it) significantly impacts both the credibility and visibility of the statement.

Removal of Lea from the team:

Immediately, the attacks on Lea attempt to put the admin on the defensive. The evidence regarding her removal (including the 'grooming' screenshots, which she refers to vaguely, and even calls the notion crazy) is designed to target a sore spot within the community, and further complicate the situation.

As a managing body, it is administration's responsibility to clarify things like pay, fair compensation, and work. The screenshots don't call it 'stuff to do' or anything that would imply casual activities. Lea calls it work. As Lea was in a paid position instead of a volunteer one, the responsibility falls on the Studio's head to clarify these things.

The only proof of unavailability is two screenshots, a month apart, with the responding manager enthusiastically giving confirmation with no warning or advice. The only thing this proves is that Lea was not scolded (in the images provided) for taking unavailability.

This whole unavailability thing is a huge, underlying managerial issue, because a discussion should be had if a paid employee is unable to make what the team believes is the minimum activity. Both extremes claimed by both parties, i.e a full on scolding OR complete blind support are not viable solutions.

In short, either they're still not releasing the full reason for release (due to privacy or confidentiality reasons), or someone is lying. Regardless, the whole situation is underpinned by a much larger issue for the managing team.

NDAs:

Honestly, the fact that they weren't using NDAs right off the bat shocked me. In business (and a lot more frequently than you think) NDAs are used to preserve confidentiality within an organisation for a variety of reasons that I don't have time to cover. Depending on your labour laws however, they cannot be used to hide information regarding employee wages.

Quackity Studio's NDA was valid for the use of:

Protecting Copywrited Assets

Minimising Security Breaches and/or Risks

Protecting Storylines and "Lore Leaking"

Protecting the Privacy of team members and CCs

The NDA was *not* valid for:

Penalizing the formation of personal relationships (yes, even parasocial ones)

Communicating with other members of the team, even regarding Wages and Working Conditions

That isn't to say that the cases not covered by the NDA can't be called unprofessional (especially in the case of parasocial relationships) but they are not grounds for being sued.

You know what is grounds for being sued?

DOING A Q&A REGARDING SENSITIVE INFORMATION ON TWITTER!

The threats from QStudios from Lea's initial posts, while deeply unprofessional and drawing a fairly worrying image of the working environment, were just empty threats. Now that Lea has well and truly broken an Actual Signed NDA, this gets real complicated.

I'm not in law, so I'll leave it up to the armchair law students, but this is just a summary of my thoughts while reading up on the reply PDF.

Items not Covered:

Pay for the overall position (I do not know enough about french labour laws)

Treatment of staff who spoke out prior to Lea's statement (too much back and forthing)

Further Action:

Quackity Studios, please set up an account for statements and releases. I cannot emphasise how D-tier this is reading it through a brand new unbranded account.

ALSO GET YOUR CEO'S APPROVAL BEFORE POSTING A STATEMENT?

#qsmp #discourse #qsmp studios #qsmp crit

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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🎪 WIBTA for telling the truth about certain work-related skills I have?

There’s a LOT of backstory to this. I will be keeping it as concise as I can, but note that this is FAR from an exhaustive list of details.

I (20sNB) do a lot of theatre-related contract work in my hometown and surrounding areas. My background lies very much in the circus I grew up in (since I was 6, so it’s been a pretty considerable percentage of my life)—I do a lot of stilt walking, clowning, balance stuff, etc, and whenever I help train new people in power tool use/concession stand running/rigging/other stuff it pretty much always lets slip that the circus is in fact where I learned most if not all relevant skills that I use for that kind of job. Unsurprisingly, they often want to hear details about my pretty unique backstory.

However, my relationship with said circus has soured rather considerably over the past few years. I finally decided to fully cut ties a few months ago, and multiple people who have been in my life for a very long time had been encouraging me to do so for a number of years, so I was very supported when I did—but it still hurt a lot to actually do it when I had been there for basically my whole life. The vast majority of people there (coaches, riggers, fellow performers, etc) are people I was very close with and care for deeply—my issues with the organization lie very specifically with a few particular people who are unfortunately the ones on top. I no longer feel particularly welcome to go back there, and in all likelihood won’t be seeing most of them again. I’ve been trying to make my peace with this.

(For a little context surrounding my departure—this circus’ artistic director has had a HUGE favoritism problem for as long as I can remember. I was never a favorite. The executive director liked me quite a lot for my work ethic, and actually hired me on as staff on top of being a performer when I was 16, which is where I learned a lot of what I know about things like concessions and running crew and the like—but he was never the one making decisions about shows, and I was often belittled or downright dismissed by those who were. The incident that had most of my loved ones encouraging me to walk away happened earlier that year, when a rigging accident left me with a permanent injury that still often visibly debilitates me to this day—something else the people wanting to learn about my circus background will sometimes ask about. But I didn’t want to leave, because there was really nowhere else I could get the community + training and performing experience I was getting there, and I know full well that it was purely an accident. However, I was never satisfied with the way the organization handled the incident, and this was far from the only time I’d been dismissed as a person there—several adults in my life even compared my treatment there to an abusive relationship, and though I did not see it at the time, hindsight has me beginning to agree with them. The specific incident that finally got me to leave was probably less of a big deal than that injury was, but other factors since then had me considering leaving for quite a while before that finally happened anyways.)

I don’t really think I’m TA for leaving, even if I did do it rather abruptly and had a ton of responsibilities there that surely got dumped onto somebody else—if these new directors couldn’t even be bothered to actually ask me to reconsider, instead of just having someone from admin do it on their behalf, they probably didn’t feel all that betrayed anyways. Here’s where I’ve been running into a lot of issues lately: even though I no longer affiliate with said circus, the people who I now work with in other organizations often ask me about my involvement with it, usually because they’re interested in becoming involved themselves. I’m finding that over the months since I decided to fully sever ties there I have not been feeling any better/less raw about it at all. On the one hand, I am very tempted (and would probably find it rather cathartic at that) to warn them away from spending their time with that place specifically, for the stated reasons. On the other hand, I spent the vast majority of my life so far growing up there, there are several people still there for whom I care very deeply, and I do think it’s overall a good organization that serves (most of) the people it reaches super well—I would definitely not be the person I am today without it, and I just can’t bring myself to badmouth the entire organization for the actions of a few specific people when I know they’re always hurting for staff and the like. Unfortunately, it’s pretty much impossible to talk about my involvement with them without bringing up the circumstances of my departure, especially when people frequently ask why I would leave a place I otherwise speak so fondly of.

At this point, I think it would be much easier for me (and cause a lot less heartache overall) if I just made up some different kind of backstory of how I learned all my circus skills—but on the other hand, that’s super dishonest and I don’t know how long I’d be able to keep up a lie with any complexity to it. Is it the less assholeish move to simply tell the truth? I’m really struggling to think of any alternatives to just super awkwardly changing topics as soon as anyone compliments or asks about what I do, which probably doesn’t reflect well on me in the long run when I’m trying to rebuild my network from the ground up.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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telomeke · 1 year

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DID I BLOCK YOU?

If you're new to Tumblr and find that I've inadvertently blocked you – my apologies! 😬

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I cast 6000 words of angst upon ye

Thank you squishy for proof reading : D

@poprockpanda I know you wanted to read it and @local-squishmallow figured you wanted a tag too lol

Content Warnings: soft, safe g/t vore, injuries, alcohol, thoughts of death and dying in multiple different ways, and of course, lots of fear.

(I’m also gonna warn slight body horror, not very much but there’s some descriptions that might squick people out)

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It had been a couple months since Dream had last been in Las Nevadas. Quackity built the country back up, better than before, and had finally opened it fully to the public. The casino was especially popular, and despite barely having any staff left, he and Foolish had been managing pretty well.

So when he saw a familiar white mask, and a bright green hoodie moving around the casino floor from the table where he was dealing a hand of Poker, needless to say pissed was an understatement. He politely excused himself from the table, summoned Foolish to take over and gave a pointed glance to the admin, and went to confront him.

“What do you want.” He didn’t have any visible weapons on him, but it meant nothing to the avian. “Relax, Quackity. I’m not here for a fight. I’m just here for a game.” “A game of what? You should know good and well you aren’t allowed in my country.” “A simple game of cards.” The blackette scoffed, turning on his heel to call for the demigod, but Dream tutted at him. “Ah ah ah. I have something that might be of interest to you.” Scowling, he turned back. “What?” “A game of cards. Whichever of us wins, gets to eat them.” “Eat-“ and his words died completely in his throat as the other finally revealed his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

He could tell the color had drained from his face, ice having filled his veins at the sentence. It was the only words he could hear.

‘Whichever of us wins, gets to eat them.’

His eye flicked down, looking at the three shrunken men held captive in the admin’s hand. All three had the faces he imagined he had, teeth bared and eyes wide with disbelief and fear. It was only for the other two that Sapnap hadn’t just burned Dream, he knew that for a fact. Tommy was trembling, eyes open and brimmed with tears but not seeing. And Karl..

Well. He didn’t look so well. Satisfaction and worry warred against each other at the sorry state the brunette was in. Pale, sunken eyes, unkempt hair… it simply looked like he just stopped trying.

‘Or Dream did something to him before he brought him here.’

All at once, that satisfaction vanished, leaving anger to curl tightly in his core.

“Well?” “What game are we playing?” He gritted out, schooling his expression. The blonde grinned at the change of attitude. “Find us a private table, won’t you? We wouldn’t want the public knowing about this.” He shook his hand, jostling the three and getting yelps out of them. Quackity’s stomach twisted even further, and he walked past the admin, summoning him up to a playing table on a higher level. Secluded, away from everyone else.

“So what are we playing?” The avian pulled out a deck of cards, shuffling them while he waited for an answer. His eye remained trained on the other, ensuring no further harm came to the shrunken group. Dream seemed to sit in thought, and after a moment of contemplating, grabbed a nearby glass and dropped the trio into it, setting a coaster on top. A tawny brown liquid once filled the glass, but it had been drank to a thankfully miniscule amount, simply left there from the last party to have played at the table. Still, Quackity bit back a wince as he watched the liquor splash around them, soaking into their clothes and removing their air. Just as quickly, he flicked his hand over and moved the coaster, just enough to give them more.

He glared at Dream, unable to see his expression behind his new mask. “How about.. Blackjack?” Easy enough. He dealt the cards out, looking at his own. He just needed to get up to twenty, preferably twenty one. He did have a one in his hand, so perhaps he could get a perfect score. He laid his cards down, looking up at Dream, who did the same. “Hit me.” He grinned, dealing him another card.

They went back and forth for several rounds, both hitting to build up their scores, and Dream finally chose to stay. He hid his glee. He achieved it with the cards he had, that perfect twenty one. There was no way Dream had enough. And it was true, he laid his cards out to have twenty.

His hand reached for the glass, and Quackity grinned. “I don’t think so, Dream.” He laid out his cards, and watched Dream count them. And re-count them. Then growl, frustrated as he realized he’d lost. “They’re mine. Now get out.” “Not so fast, Quackity. You’re forgetting the other part of the deal.”

He swallowed. ‘Right, the whole eating them thing. What the fuck is wrong with him?’ “What if I don’t?” The masked head tilted to the side, before he spoke again. “Then I will.” “No the fuck you wont-“ Quackity reached for the glass, snatching it off the table and pointedly ignoring the yelps as the three inside collided with each other and the hard walls of the cup. Dream stood, stalking over to the avian’s side of the table as he tugged the glass to his chest. “What, are you going to care for them? We both know you’re not capable of that. It’d be easier to just get rid of them. This way, they’ll be useful.” “You’re the reason they’re this size to begin with.” “And if you don’t eat them, I’m taking them back and eating them. Tick tock.”

He scowled, looking between the mask and the three in the cup. The tiny, terrified faces peering back up at him broke his heart, and it took everything in him not to break then and there and try to comfort them. Especially Tommy, the poor kid was clinging to Sapnap with white knuckles, his wide eyes too haunted for his age.

There was one, and only one saving grace for them. One that Quackity didn’t even know for certain was true for him. As an avian, he was supposed to have an organ above his stomach, one that could safely hold the three until he could get them out of there. And out of Dream’s clutches.

There wasn’t another option with the time limit he’d been given. This was all he could do.

Steeling his expression into indifference, he glared into the eyes of the mask. “Fine.” He didn’t focus on who he grabbed first, quickly pulling them from the cup and popping them into his mouth.

It had to be Tommy or Karl. They were trembling too hard to be Sapnap, and too lanky to be the fireborn. He couldn’t tell which it was, but if he checked he’d lose his resolve. It’s not like he could really taste them anyway; all he tasted was the liquor they were covered in. Unpleasant memories swam to the forefront of his mind, and he pushed whoever it was back with his tongue to try and rid his mouth of the taste.

Sending them down dry was a mistake. It burned, even more so thanks to the alcohol, and he grit his teeth, swallowing hard to push them down faster. They screamed; it was so faint through the layers of muscle and flesh separating them, and unmistakably Tommy, and he swallowed again, this time in guilt as he knew he was causing the fear the teen felt this time.

He distracted himself with pulling another person from the cup, this one he knew being Sapnap because he immediately had to drop him back in the cup with a hiss that could barely be choked out due to the blonde currently blocking his windpipe. He was shouting, but Quackity’s mind was too fuzzy with pain and lack of oxygen to be able to decipher it. All he knew was he’d been burned, but he had to do this. He had to save them.

Another swallow and he gasped for air as Tommy was squished uncomfortably into his chest, sinking downwards too slowly for either of their sakes. His throat felt scratched all to hell, and he still had to do it two more times.

… He wasn’t going to be able to let them out immediately, was he?

This time, he looked down, and came to an even worse conclusion: Sapnap wouldn’t stop lighting himself on fire unless he was with Karl. He’d have to take both of them. It was honestly a feat that he hadn’t accidentally set the rest of the liquor on fire when he’d been dropped, but falling through the air likely put him out just in time. He knew the fireborn wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d accidentally hurt someone like that, especially in this circumstance. Which only made him feel even worse.

“Well?” Dream must have seen the calculating look on his face, because he piped up again. For a moment, he thought about letting the blonde take the other two. Let Sapnap burn him, and he honestly couldn’t care less what happened with Karl. But then that twisty dark tendril of guilt came back full force, along with Tommy squirming around as he finally pressed into an organ, only adding to the nauseating feeling, and he bit back a long-suffering sigh that would have made his throat feel worse.

This time, he wrapped his fingers around Karl first, then Sapnap and picked them both up at the same time. The fireborn realized too late that that was the intention, but then he decided that his claws would be a better solution. Quackity winced and beared with it, waiting for Karl to freak out so he knew what he was getting into. But he didn’t. He just kept staring off, eyes glassy. It was like he wasn’t even there. The guilt stabbed at his mind, and he swallowed, saliva somewhat soothing his scratched throat.

The cup was set back on the table, and Quackity debated his next move. He’d have to act like he was putting both of them in his mouth, and he would have to soak Sapnap. It was the only way he wouldn’t be able to ignite again.

“Don’t do this.” His voice grated at his conscience, and he bit back a retort. ‘Does it fucking look like I want to!?’ He screamed internally, raising them up to his mouth. Tommy was still shifting around, and it didn’t seem as panicked as before, so maybe he’s okay? Surely that means this is okay, they’ll be safe. Adjusting his hands to catch the brunette, he opened his mouth and tilted his hand so that he slid in. As soon as he felt all of the fireborn tumble into his maw, he shut his mouth with a click of his teeth, pulling Karl back. Sure enough, not only did Sapnap begin thrashing, but the limp form tumbled from one hand to the other he had moved to catch him. With him secure, he turned his attention back to the man using his tongue as a pin cushion, shoving him up to the roof of his mouth to stop him.

He’d been screaming the entire time, voice now hoarse as he continued screaming insults at the avian. ‘Right, because out of the options given I totally have another way to protect you.’ He pushed away the hurt, knowing he’d likely react the same were the roles reversed, and kept him pinned long enough for him to be soaked through with spit. The alcohol stung the wounds on his tongue as he pushed the fireborn back, his claws unrelenting as they dragged back with the rest of his body.

He was going to tear his throat up. He should have done Karl first.

The realization gave him pause. If Sapnap tore his claws through his throat, he wouldn’t be able to swallow Karl. Dream would probably take him. He entertained the thought, but that weird feeling reared it’s ugly head, and he sighed. Then he tilted his head forward and released the blackette out into his free hand. Without waiting for him to become aware, he slipped Karl into his mouth instead, the built up saliva from before making it easier for him to immediately move him back and swallow.

Like Tommy had, his lanky form gave the avian trouble, and he had to swallow again just to fully get the brunette into his throat. He was still unnervingly still, just shaking as he was pulled further down.

There was one left, and Dream would leave. And he could protect them, and save them from whatever terrible fate the admin had to offer. He looked down to the final man, who’s temperature had risen to an almost unbearable point, who’s eyes had widened when he realized he couldn’t light himself on fire and free himself. His claws had already sunk into the flesh of the thumb holding him still, but the silent, fearful resignation on his face meant he knew it was useless.

Even if he had the ability to escape, he’d still be shrunk, and Dream probably would find another way to incapacitate him. ‘Likely worse than Quackity.’ He retracted his claws, surprised to find his hands were trembling. His fate was dangled over his head like a string, why is he surprised that he’s scared? He either dies to his former best friend or-

Fingers gently wrapped around his waist and lifted him up, and he realized which one was going to be his executioner as he was pressed back into the dark maw that had formerly held him. ‘At least he isn’t biting us,’ the hysterical thought came across his mind, and he choked on a sound between a laugh and a sob. There was no point in fighting, he could shred the flesh inside Quackity’s mouth and insides but it wouldn’t change his fate. He might as well just let him do what he wanted.

He was pushed back quickly, and he closed his eyes as the gaping throat before him ensnared his arms and dragged him in with a swallow.

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Quackity prayed to everything he ever believed in that he wasn’t imagining how avian anatomy worked. If it wasn’t real- no, it’s real. It has to be real, he can’t cope with the alternate reality that’ll come if he’s wrong. He can’t be the one behind their deaths. He can’t be.

It didn’t feel like they were in his stomach, too uncomfortably close to his lungs for that. But he didn’t know for certain, and he can’t guarantee their safety..

He wasn’t sure if the lack of oxygen he was getting was because of the fact the trio were blocking his lungs from fully expanding or if it was the panic attack. Or both. Probably both.

Dream had been uncannily silent through the entire exchange, but now that it was done, gave an amused hum that reminded the avian of his unwanted presence.

“Now, was that really so hard?” “Get out!” He snarled, glaring icily at the mask, and surprisingly the admin relented, getting up from the table and moving towards the door. He moved to stand up, to completely throttle Dream for what he’d just made him do, but without a stable mindset, his feet stumbled uncooperatively under him, and by the time he’d finally forced himself to his feet, the man was long gone.

“Bastard.” He ground out from his clenched teeth, anger and nausea and panic creating a horrible storm within him. Another deep, but not entirely fulfilling breath, and he pulled himself together. He needed to get to his office, lock himself in. They were still moving, mainly the warmest of the three as they settled down, so that was a good sign, he had time. He had to be presentable though, or someone was going to ask questions, and he didn’t have time for questions.

One of the walls in the private room was mirrors, for that he was grateful for as he stepped closer to evaluate himself. Hair messy, tie and shirt undone and out of place, tear tracks drying on his face. Most of those were fixed easily, but the next issue came from the fact that there was a slight bump in his shirt now that it was tucked back in. It was too high up for it to be his stomach, he kept telling himself that, and now he had to tell himself it wasn’t too noticeable as well.

Leaving the door to the room open, he peered out the balcony to make sure no eyes were on him, and briskly made his way to the elevator.

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When Sapnap finally was squeezed into the fleshy chamber, he expected the worst. He expected Tommy to be gone, Karl following close behind and..

Well, Tommy being whole, alive and sitting across from him wasn’t what he was expecting, to say the least. “About time. Welcome to hell.” The statement startled a laugh out of him, hand resting against Karl’s shoulder as he settled in beside him and tugged the brunette up to lay against him. “How are you- how are we okay?” In the dim light emitted by his eyes, he saw the blonde give a half shrug. “If I remember right, I think Big Q has a crop. So, we’re not actually in his stomach.” “A.. what?” “A crop. Avian hybrids got em. It’s supposed to help them eat or something like that. ‘T’s what Wilbur told me back in L’Manburg at least. He just used his to hide stuff he didn’t want anyone else taking.” ‘Right, he’d forgotten that Wilbur was also an avian hybrid.’ “So.. we are safe?” “I think so. At least, he hasn’t tried pushing us any further. That’s gotta mean something.” The confirmation made him slump against the stomach wall in relief, a shaky breath escaping him as his temperature dropped. He blinked, surprised to find tears dripping down his face, and looked back up to find the teen looking at him with a saddened smile.

“I’d honestly be surprised if Quackity was planning on hurting you guys.” Immediately, the fight came to his mind, and he shook his head. “Not anymore.” “It’s my fault.” He jumped at the voice, looking to the one who had spoken. Karl remained limp, eyes still glazed over and despondent. “This is my punishment. I should have done better.” “Karl.. what do you mean by that?” “I failed. I failed again. I always fail.” A deep breath shook the brunette’s entire body. “What are you talking about?” “Why would xe do this though? It’s just cruel.” He laughed, too hysteric for its own good. “I can handle the others, why did he have to use my time’s people?”

“Maybe it’s the alcohol? We were stuck in that glass a while. I still feel lightheaded.” “I’m surprised we’re all not drunk.” After all, what would it mean for them if their captor was drunk? They could be pushed down unintentionally- his core flared at the thought, and a sharp inhale from above made him realize he may have gotten too hot. He was torn between going further, burning the avian from within or trying to behave to improve their chances of escaping alive. Karl quieted back down, stewing in his own thoughts again, and Sapnap let him.

The organ they were in was swaying, and it took the three a moment to recognize Quackity was moving. There was also a rumble from above, and maybe the alcohol was affecting him, because it took him a minute to realize that they were being spoken to.

“-on, I have to get away from the crowd, just hang on, don’t do anything.” Sapnap opened his mouth, ready to retort, to ask why they should if he’s not even guaranteeing their safety, when he caught Tommy’s eye as he shook his head. “I think Dream’s still around. If he knows Big Q isn’t gonna kill us, he might just wait around and..” his mouth slammed shut with a wince, and he looked down at his fidgeting hands.

Sapnap counted about three minutes before the swaying stopped, and the walls around them seemed to relax further. “Are you guys okay?” “..What do you fucking think, Quackity!?” “Physically. Are you okay physically?” The sudden panic in his voice, the heart near them beginning to throb rapidly enough to make his head pound, and he pressed a hand into the wall beside him, trying to separate the throbbing from his body. “Stop, stop, we’re fine. Physically.” Tommy was cringing, his hands over his ears, until the heartbeat slowed back down, not shaking the organ they were in as much as before.

“Well,” the blonde started weakly. “At least we know we’re too high up to be in his stomach.” “I wasn’t gonna put you in my stomach.” The avian huffed in reply. “You guys are too high up anyway, I can’t breathe properly because of it.” It was said light heartedly, but the fact that he admitted he wasn’t planning to just up and eat him so Dream couldn’t stirred something warm within the fireborn.

“You knew, then.” The organ heaved as the larger sighed. “..yea. I did.” It.. didn’t sound convincing. Rather, it sounded like Quackity was trying to convince himself. “You.. don’t sound that sure of that.” Terror, icy and suffocating, snared his throat and he gasped out a breath. Just as quickly, the larger was talking again.

“I didn’t know for certain if I had one. It’s not exactly something I consciously think about. But even if I didn’t, I wasn’t planning on keeping you there. I just needed to get you away from him.” “Then what are you going to do to us?”

The avian didn’t have an answer for that, and he scoffed, curling up further. “At least spare Tommy.” “None of you are going to die.” Quackity’s voice was steely, leaving no room for argument. ‘So he’s just setting up for something worse, then.’ He wasn’t dumb, Dream had prattled on and on on the ways Quackity had tortured him in the prison after shrinking him, and he knew that something had changed his fiancé and it was not for the better. And they had pissed him off and broke off their engagement to him because Karl had forgotten about the plan.

Karl. He couldn’t go after Quackity after that argument because Karl was breaking down, sobbing and calling him different names. And he knew that Quackity probably held that against him.

The tension was palpable, further thickening the muggy air they had to breathe. Finally, the silence was shattered. “I need a health pot. For all of us. Then I’ll let you out.” “All of-“ At once, he memory of what he’d done to the larger came back to his mind, and he promptly shut up. The silence returned, but this time it was due to the fact that their captor was doing… something. “Is Karl okay?” “As okay as he’s gonna be. We’re soaked in alcohol and prime knows what else, so he’s loopy.”

The avian sighed, moreso in relief than anything, which surprised the trio stuck in his gut. “You guys moved around enough that I knew you were okay, but he.. he hasn’t moved at all.” “Yea, he’s physically okay, Q. He might just be exhausted.” “Okay.” They went back to the silence, the damned silence that kept infiltrating the peace. But there was no peace, none to be had in this situation.

“Health pot’s ready. I’m not drinking much, I don’t want to drown you guys.” “Okay.” And true to his word, only a trickle of the pink liquid joined them, shimmering as it joined the fluids soaking the trio and healing any bumps and bruises they had gained before they were forced into Quackity’s hands.

Now that they were healed, the question came back to Sapnap’s mind. “What now? What happens to us now?” Silence. The damned silence. “Quackity.” “You want the truth, Sapnap? I don’t know what to fucking do.” It surprised him, and he straightened up a bit. Karl remained curled where he was. “Have you ever heard about anything like this? Getting shrunken? Cause I sure as hell have never heard about this here. What am I supposed to do? Can it be fixed? Or does fucking Dream have to undo it?” His name was spoken with so much venom it made both of the aware tinies flinch, and he immediately took a breath, calming himself.

“It’s not like I can go to anyone else. I can ask Foolish, but I really doubt he’s seen anything like this either.” “What about Phil?” Tommy asked. “Phil will kill me if I step foot on his property. If I message him and say ‘hey, your son’s like five inches tall but it’s okay because I fucking ate him to get him away from a psychopath’-“ “Let me do the messaging, Big Q. Phil’s old, he’s probably seen something like this before.”

‘Bad might know something like this.’ He immediately cut that thought off. Bad was beyond helping them. Bad was beyond help himself. ‘Just another person I’ve lost.’ Losing himself in those thoughts, that grief, he didn’t realize more had been said, until their surroundings jostled roughly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Karl in a panic, eyes frantically scanning their surroundings. “Relax, Sapnap. He’s letting us out.” He sighed, letting his body relax, but he still kept his grip on his fiancé.

Sure enough, the walls squeezed in, almost unbearably tightly, and then when they relaxed, he realized Tommy was gone. There was a pause, likely the teen getting released from the other’s mouth.

“Sap, I don’t think I can bring you both up at the same time. You gotta let Karl go.” ‘Oh, Tommy told him I was holding him.’ Hesitancy held his limbs firm. What if he wasn’t going to bring Karl up? He was still mad at Karl, he knew he was. There’s no way he’d just push the fight behind them like this because they’re vulnerable. What if he gets let out first and Karl just gets pushed down?

“Sap, let him go. I’ll try bringing him up first, if that’s what you want.” Something pressed in, and he realized it was a hand. Quackity’s hand. With a shaky breath, he laid further down in the organ, pulling Karl on top of him before releasing his grip. “Okay.” Again, the organ squeezed them uncomfortably tightly, and he actually felt Karl get pulled away from him, pulled up. The walls relaxed, and he was alone.

A moment passed, but he was calmer than before. Karl was let out. At least right now, he knew the other was safe. Then it was his turn, and he was squished uncomfortably against the walls, shoved upwards to be released. When the suffocatingly tight confines released, his eyes opened and he found himself looking at a familiar gold fang. The area was flooded with light, and two fingers came in and wrapped around his waist, pulling him out and introducing him to cool air once more.

He was quickly set down on a soft surface, and he looked down to find a washcloth. He took a hold of the closest corner, bringing it up to scrub at the saliva coating his form. When he was as dry as he could be, he took a deep breath, and looked up to his giant captor.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, hesitance and worry filling the air. Then Quackity’s eye shifted to the side and he yelped, lunging forward. Only then did Sapnap realize that Karl was no longer on the desk. “Fuck, what the fuck are you doing!?” There, held securely in the avian’s hand, was his fiancé, who finally had a reaction other than apathy. “I don’t wanna do this anymore! Let me go!” “Karl, what-“ “Not if you’re gonna pull some stupid shit like that again. Are you trying to fucking kill yourself?!”

“Why do you care!? You’re not real! You’re not my Quackity, he’s not my Sapnap! Let me leave this stupid tale already!” Karl gasped for breath, choking on sobs as he thrashed desperately in his grasp. “What are you talking about? Sapnap, what is his problem?” “I- Tommy said he might be drunk.” That gave the giant pause, and he took Karl’s expression in.

He did appear flushed, but otherwise he didn’t look drunk in any way. He could even pass off the color on his cheeks to having just gotten out of what he imagined was a swelteringly hot environment. Using his thumb, he raised the tiny’s head so he could see his eyes, and despite the tears that had not ceased in the slightest, they appeared normal. They were shifting through multiple colors, yes, but that was just cause he seemed to be having a full on breakdown. His pupils weren’t pinpricked, not dilated, just… normal.

Which meant… either Karl had gone insane, or something was wrong.

“..I don’t think he is drunk.” Quackity spoke softly. Tommy frowned, thinking over what he had said. “What did he mean, ‘this wasn’t real’? What’s a tale?” “He’s said something like that before, talked about a tale. But I thought he was just talking about a story in his library.” “I think it might be something more serious than that.”

Karl finally started to calm down, hiccupy sobs continuing to leave him as he collapsed against his holder’s hand. He was set back on the table, Quackity’s hand still around him as the avian situated himself to lay his head on the table to be eye level with them. If he wasn’t so bone-numbingly exhausted, he’d take the opportunity to throw himself off the desk again. As it were, he simply remained limp in his hold.

“Can you answer us? What’s a tale?” He shook his head. He can’t tell them, they wouldn’t accept it- or.. maybe that’s what he needs. He needs to die, so he can get back to his time. In the time he debated whether he should tell them or not, they’d begun talking to each other again.

“He said something weird earlier. About it being his fault. And that he failed, it was his punishment, and he mentioned something about like.. ‘his time’s people’?” Tommy was surprised he recollected it at all, but it had seemed so quaint leaving the brunette's mouth that it seemed to cement itself in his mind.

“I’m a time traveler.” The sudden phrase silenced everyone in the room, all of them looking in shock at the words. “Uh.. you sure he ain’t drunk, Big Q?” “This is just another tale. Another time of me traveling through time. It’s closer to our time than xe usually makes me do, and I still don’t know what the purpose of this tale is. There’s supposed to be a story, a cautionary tale, a lesson to be learned, but-“ “Karl.” He stopped, looking up at the larger.

This time, when the fingers came up, Karl let them manipulate his body. Maybe they’d snap his neck, that’d be quick. Except, they only brushed through his hair, running over his head, watching his expression for any kind of reaction. Eventually, they withdrew, going back to holding him. “Sap, I can’t check well enough. See if he’s got a head injury.” “I don’t have a head injury. This is just another tale. I don’t understand why you won’t just kill me already. They all do.” “Karl, this isn’t a tale. This is real.”

He squirmed, the grip around him becoming tighter. “Quit with the lying, I know it’s not real. I figured it out, XD can stop playing with me this time. Kill me and let me go home.” “XD?” Sapnap breathed. He knew that name. It was the name of the deity he’d encountered in the woods. The deity that promised his erasure from existence if he killed Dream.

A sick feeling flooded his stomach as he realized that maybe Karl wasn’t lying, or crazy. Maybe.. that’s why he was losing his memory. Why he’s been calling Sapnap by different names.

“James.” He blurted out. Karl looked to him. “When was James? Who was he?” “Sapnap’s ancestor. I met him at a masquerade centuries ago. I.. I failed to protect him.” ‘Another name. Think, Sapnap. “Mason?” “Wild West. Another of Sapnap’s ancestors, he was in an outlaw group that was terrorizing a small town. We wound up in a shootout. He died.” It was painting a.. really, really horrible image. Quackity looked disturbed at how easily Karl talked about these things, as if it were just second nature. “Uh, you mentioned a Helga before, I think?” “Quackity’s ancestor. Centuries ago, she got the plague and tried spreading it to her village but she got murdered instead.” Sapnap reeled back, an awful realization freezing him in place.

“Is this why you don’t remember anything? You don’t remember us leaving El Rapids, or our plan to get George his throne back in the SMP? Is this why you didn’t remember Quackity was our fiancé?” “Yeah. And now you know. So are you going to kill me or not? I want to go home, to my time so I can keep forgetting and wither away in peace.” He hissed out, tears welled in his eyes once more.

Sapnap and Quackity shared a glance. “No.” The avian answered, tightening his grip only enough to keep Karl from squirming out of it when the word processed in his head. “Then let me go so I can do it myself!” “Karl, we’re not in a tale, or whatever it is. I’m sorry, big man.” Tommy tried to help, finally coming back to the conversation. “No, it has to be. Because if it isn’t, then..” Sapnap poked at the large fingers, and hesitantly, they pulled away enough for him to slip into the grip as well. “Karl, why didn’t you say anything?” He wrapped his arms around the brunette, surprised when arms circled around him. “Because I was scared.” He choked out. “I shouldn’t have said anything, is-“ he pulled back to look the fireborn in the eyes. “Is this actually real?” “Yes. It’s real, Karl. We’re here.” “I’m in trouble.” He breathed, eyes glazing over in panic. “I shouldn’t have said anything, xe’s going to punish me, I’m not allowed to say anything-“ “I’m not letting xem hurt you again.”

“Xe’s a god, Sapnap. You can’t do anything to stop xem.” “Then I guess we’re just gonna have to hide you from xem.” Quackity spoke up. The brunette’s head snapped up, making eye contact before he shook his head.

“You’re mad at me.” “Karl, how can I be mad at you now that I know the truth? You couldn’t help your memory, hell, for all I know you probably thought I was one of my ancestors who killed you.” “You hate me.” He tried, but Quackity shook his head. “I never stopped loving you. Either of you. I thought I wasn’t wanted anymore.”

“I..” his voice cracked, and the tears spilled over again. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s not your fault, Karl. We never could have known. I’m sorry for not trying to figure out what had happened.” “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“Glad that’s settled. Now, can we please call Phil!?” Tommy groaned throughly done with the sappy interactions before him, and Quackity chuckled wetly. “If you can say with one hundred percent certainty he won’t kill us on sight.” “Let me do the talking, Big Q. I’m a persuasive man.” He rolled his eyes, but pulled out his communicator. “For our sakes Tommy, you’d better be right.” He pulled his hand, the one with his fiancés in it, up towards his chest, giving them the best hug he could at their size. Hopefully, Phil could help them out. After all, he now had a god to fight, and two lovers he needed to catch up with.

Oh, and the ex-prisoner to get rid of so he couldn’t pull this schtick again.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt vore #tw vore #look! content! surprising coming from this account /j

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 month

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An angst idea for you, what if you wrote some of the bishops seeing their favorite follower wandering their cults grounds after being MIA for a while, weeks... months maybe... and finding the reader has become quite sickly? Even worse what if they first see them during a sermon or worship so they can't immediately go to them... could you please do this with Shamura and Kallamar? You can do the others if you want

Shamura and Kallamar after the reader returns from being MIA

short post due to the admin writing this at 4am- unable to sleep but he can feel the exhaustion tugging at him hisshiss notes: reader is gn, any creature, unspecified illness cws: none

KALLAMAR

his brow visibly furrows together when he sees you wandering the grounds.. where the hell did you go? and why did you suddenly reappear?

dont get him wrong, hes happy that youre back- but hes still hurt and conflicted that you vanished in the first place, even more so when he gets his hands on you and you explain youve been sick

his followers sacrifice themselves to have long and healthy lives- so perhaps he could have cured you, or at least minimized your symptoms... why didnt you go to him?

like his sibling, hes going to take you to his temple so you can get some much needed rest, youre still not fully recovered... weak and stumbling around

shoves his worry down to address later until youre in a better place physically, does not want to bombard you with questions right there even if he really wants answers

keeps one of his most trusted followers by your side in the event he needs to leave your side

SHAMURA

hardly anyone notices and if they did they chalk it up to their injury: but they take the briefest pause when they see you in the sermon, towards the back learning against the wall to support your recovering body

they make a mental note to check in on you the second its over, they almost feel as though theyve seen a ghost- where were you?

if you told them where you were before you seemingly dropped off the face of the earth, they didnt remember- and they feel a sense of guilt for it, even if you really didnt tell them

try to keep their composure until everyone has filtered out of the temple, finally stepping out after its emptied to try to find you

a lot of questions, checking in on you... you dont look... right... you see their face contort in worry when you tell them where youve been- why didnt you seek them out? why didnt you go to the healing bay? how come you just... left...

offers to keep you with them until youre fully recovered, you cant do much to protest- even if they seem to place the choice onto you, their voice is commanding enough... do you really have a choice?

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Namor x Asian!reader praying to water gods

Note:- saw this request earlier and decided to write it! Admins are Asian so hit close to home ;)

Your parents had always taught you about the power of mother earth’s elements. In your religion praying to sun meant asking for light and abundance, water for prosperity and a good farming season, earth for fertility. Thanks to your culture being surrounded by nature was your go to, it helped you feel relaxed and happy.

This season the rain was scarce, farmers were complaining. It was a nationwide issue, there was food shortage and people were suffering. You knew what your mother would have done, so after waking up that day you made your way to the lonely mountain lake nearby. The water from the springs collected into this small lake as it further flowed into the ocean. You stood there joining your hands and closing your eyes. You began reciting a chant you had learned in a scripture that your grandmother used to own, it was to summon the water king. Whispering to yourself for the ancient one to descend and make it rain on your land, making it fertile and luscious again. As you prayed, the wind blew faster against your skin and the sky began darkening. You weren’t sure if the wonder was done by your prayer or a coincidence, but you walked away with a smile regardless.

A few days of rain later there was a dry spell once again, despite there being no actual crisis, you thought back to the time you prayed and it rained. You liked rainy days better anyways, so you made your way down to the lake, followed the stream and reached the coastline. Staring into the horizon that seemed to blend in with the sky, you decided to say a quick prayer once again. “Oh lord of water, please listen to me again. Make it rain, let the plants feast and animals bathe.” You said in your native tongue. As you opened your eyes this time there was no change, everything was still the same. You embarrassingly giggled to yourself and turned around to leave when you heard splashes behind you, something seemed to be drawing closer.

Bracing yourself you turned around in haste, only to see a man fit to be a king, stand tall and wide before you. He had beautiful honey skin, dark eyes and hair, green shorts with ornaments that only made him glow more. As your eyes scanned him, the only jarring thing was the wings attached to his feet. Your heart began beating fast out of fear. He had lines of worry or annoyance on his forehead as he spoke in a thick accent “you’ve been calling for me.” For a moment you were shocked but finally realising he had heard your prayers. You softly spoke “are you the sea god?” He smiled widely “some might say…yes. What do you want?” you will-fully said “did you make it rain that day? Can you make it happen again” you felt naive. This could very well be a prankster who could shockingly hold his breath for long and weird feet. He laughed “No I didn’t, that was the skies. I do not make it rain”. You knew this was too weird to be true. He gave you one final smile before turning around to swim deep into the ocean again.

The incident had you reflecting back at home, it was almost funny and you had been an idiot to even believe him for a second. The next day early morning you decided to go back to the beach and pray again, and there he was. This time you saw him swim from the deep end to the shore, this man surely did not live in water right? He walked out “what is it now? You need to stop this.” You laughed “Wow you’re a dedicated prankster, where were you hiding?” He shot you a disgusted look and in no mood to entertain this conversation, he once again left.

Over the next few days you tried forgetting about it, but a part of you had more toxic thoughts. He was a friend on demand! Whoever he was and whatever he was up to, he would come to you when you called. A week down, you tried the ancient prayer once again, he showed up just as expected. This time you were convinced he was some sort of mermaid. He was visibly annoyed “You have to stop this. You will get yourself in trouble, you don’t know what you’re messing with” you responded nonchalantly “sure sure, mr olympic swimmer. How long can you even hold your breath for?”. He walked forward, closer to you, his chest close to yours, looking down into your eyes. You were lost in his black orbs, but, he was angry “do this again. And you will suffer the consequences.” You being a playful person, tippy toed and kissed his cheek. The man before made an expression he didn’t even know he could make, disgust mixed with shock. You chuckled, as he once again turned around and left this time a little embarrassed. Clearly his threats were futile.

The following month, you were spending the day with your family when an argument broke out. You felt berated and upset, spending most of your time at home with these people how could such disagreements even break out? Why was there no understanding? Crying you left for a walk alone at night. Just as you remembered your mysterious friend. Going to the secluded beach you chanted while crying, you were on the verge of breaking down, god you needed someone to talk to. But, nothing happened. He didn’t come…you chanted repeatedly, feeling like the boy who cried wolf, you sat there on a rock defeated.

Suddenly the waves rose, crashing louder against the shore. A built figure emerged, he finally came. He seemed to have heard your crying with your calling, this man brought sympathy with him this time. He sat next to you but you thought of him someone close to so you instantly hugged him tightly. Not sure of what to do he politely kept his hands on your back and comforted. “Please tell me your name…” you finally asked reeling yourself back in. -“Kukulkan or Namor” he said strongly. You had read about him before, in the stories of mythical heroes of Mayapan. You didn’t see him in that way though, your perception of Kukulkan was simply a friend from the sea. He saw the look in your eyes and said “what is it? Today I’ll stay”. You both sat on the rock together as you kept your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his bicep. You didn’t feel uncomfortable around him, after all spending nights thinking of him had made you used to the idea of having him close. Kukulkan didn’t seem to mind either. Spending the whole night talking to each other, he seemed to confide about Talokan in you too.

Kulkukan became your friend, he became a confidant and perhaps someone much closer. Over the next many years, he came when you called, he watched you change and grow as a human. Kulkukan listened and shared, till one day he took you with him into the waves of the ocean far far away.

Your Prayer,

Admin Sav

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