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[the fall] - I'M LIKE A RACOON IN A GARAGE (ep. 4)

the plot begins to thicken as you enter the masquerade held by Mr. Jacobs in disguise and try to discover exactly what you need to know to incriminate him. as you attempt to interrogate him however, you see something that makes solving this near-impossible case even more difficult.

trigger warnings for this chapter: canon typical violence, karlnap making out + hints at Karlnapity as a whole canon thingamabob, alchohol drinking, being drunk, mentions of throwing up, implication of sexual thoughts, innuendo, suggestive comments, wolf-whistling

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You would like to dig yourself a hole and die in it at this point, but instead you've got to pretend to be civil and kind to someone you think is maybe friends with a serial killer.

Which is honestly just not a good situation for you.

Initially, you'd planned to infiltrate Mr. Jacobs' house and then threaten him, but luckily enough, it seemed the man was having a party.

A large one, involving masks.

Which, of course, you were all excellently equipped for, save for your lack of any and all respectable (read: clean) clothing.

Which meant you need to commit some low-level crime (read: breaking and entering, theft, and assault. Just your average everyday shit).

Sneaking in through the window is simple, and the route to the bathrooms is easy enough, because here it is relatively empty. Mr. Jacobs has a large house (and likely a larger stack of money to go with it) and thus you're pretty much invisible. Luckily enough, however, you manage to stumble upon a group of people, and because they're spoiled ass rich ones, they're entirely too easy to knock out.

And then to drag to the bathroom.

You strip them down to their socks and underwear and then observe the clothing colection.

And curse god some more.

Because somehow, you managed to bag the most eclectic, individualistic, batshit crazy dressed people at this entire party, because the amount of furs and shit makes you want to run away and dive into the sea and then just like. drown.

Oh look. Fish scales.

You inhale deeply and bonk your head against the wall, groaning out.

"I'm not fucking wearing fish scales!" You protest.

"I'll wear the scales," Philza says.

Apollon winces, "I'll do the uh... bird costume," he spreads his wings, "these'll fit I think."

Phantom willingly goes for the whole-ass gold suit and stalks into a bathroom, while Dream eyes the lime green suit in distrust before picking it up and discovering the matching shoes, which are (hopefully) fake snakeskin cowboy boots. You can't help but laugh at him, and he sourly points at what they've left you with.

God must hate you.

Because sitting on the ground are two outfits, matching. One has a deadass cape hanging off of it, and the other's a suit with a neckline so daringly wide open that you really can't say you're fully dressed when wearing it.

And oh, lo and behold, they're both red as blood. Kind of fitting, at least in relation to your company.

"I'll do the cape," you say, hurriedly picking it up, "Sorry."

"I'll uh... figure out something with the buttons," The Blood God replies.

You shrug, a smirk on your lips, "Don't. It'll suit you I think." It slips out, you swear it does, but you'd be lying if you said that him blushing underneath his mask doesn't make your smirk grow wider. Seriously? What's wrong with you?

You silently go into the bathroom, but not before you hear Phantom snickering, "Smooth bestie."

Did he just say bestie?

---

Techno is seriously considering his life decisions as well, because the shirt is virtually buttonless and open to such an extent that it's ridiculous.

The buttons are open to as far as his navel (what was up with the guy who was originally wearing this - it's ridiculous?) but even when he does them all up, it still exposes most of his upper pectorals. It mostly lies in the cut, and it's still smaller even when he's shifted back into his human form.

Because there was no way in hell those pants would have been long enough for him.

Now, they fit well enough, albeit a bit loosely, and he'll admit that the outfit does look rather good on him. It's still a tad too revealing, but with the remaining buttons closed, he can live with it.

He still wishes he didn't have to do this in the first place.

Techno isn't super great in social settings. If he's being honest, he never has been, and that's why he's largely avoided undercover missions like this his entire time as a vigilante.

But now, he's got to go into the lion's den.

Fuck.

Plus, the fact that not only you're present, but he just goddamn called you darling and there's that whole cup of tea to deal with? It scares the living daylights out of him, if he's being honest, and it's not without reason that he's pretty determined to avoid you this evening.

He just hopes he can.

Because Phil knows that Techno uh... likes you, and Techno knows that Phil has this strange obsession with matchmaking that did, admittedly, end up with Wilbur dating his high school girlfriend Sally for three years now. So yeah, maybe it works, but Techno has shit to deal with, and he swears that if Phil tries to matchmake he will commit arson.

He can't exactly guess what happens next.

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When you finally manage to make your way into the cape-adorned outfit and fix up your appearance appropriately, everyone else is already finished.

"That took you a while," says Phantom.

"Fuck you. Now, what's the plan?"

"Straight to the point, as per usual," Dream mutters, before continuing: "We need to infiltrate the the masquerade and find Mr. Jacobs. That means that splitting into groups is really our only option. Me and Phantom will take the top floor, and the rooms up there, Philza and Apollon, you'll take middle floor, and that leaves The Blood God and you, Y/N, to take the bottom floor and with it the ballroom."

Fuck you Dream, is the first thing you think, because why the hell has he decided to play matchmaker? He knows that for the ballroom you'll have to dance, because well, it's a ball, and he was 100% listening in on the conversation.

Prick.

But is there anything you can do? Nope.

Or, at least you think so. The Blood God has other things to say.

"Nope. I'm going with Phantom. You can go with Y/N," he demands, his voice sharp. You glance at him, planning to let him have a piece of your mind, but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see him.

Okay then. You were right about the suit looking good on him.

He's changed to his 'human form', and for a moment you think that the way his jaw curves, sharp and rather attractive, is familiar. But then the thought flits away as you spot the clothes.

Those pants look really good. And that shirt. And the colour matches his pink hair, tied into a ponytail, really well.

Damn.

"Yes?" The very Blood God interrupts your thoughts, and you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, as you quickly look away.

"Nothing."

You spot Dream rolling his eyes and prepare to flash him the finger, but before you can do so, The Blood God sighs and says: "Fine, I'll go with Y/N."

"You don't have to act so unhappy about it," you mutter, crossing your arms. He raises an eyebrow.

"Well with the charming company..."

"Fuck you."

The Blood God smirks, actually smirks as he turns away, stepping towards the door, "I do believe it's time we leave."

Dream grins and Apollon, never one to be outdone, actually wolf-whistles as you reluctantly grip your future dance-partner's hand.

You're about *this* close to saying fuck it and beating them both up, but naturally your inner instincts tell you not to, so you don't (plus, it's not as though you're entirely... reluctant to be dancing with The Blood God).

"Let's do this then, Blood God."

He laughs - actually laughs, "I'm already shaking with anticipation."

How is he so charming?!

---

"You're really sure about this? We're in public... it'd be so easy for us to get-"

Karl clamps a hand over Sapnap's mouth as he speaks, smirking slightly as he glances down, and trails the hand down as soon as he's sure his fiancee will stop.

His fiancee. God.

"Caught? Sapnap, darling, we're engaged now. It's not... it's not bad if we're caught, you know that right?" He doesn't wait for answer, instead hovering his lips over Sapnap's and smiling.

He nods.

---

In between loving kisses, Karl speaks, and it's near impossible for Sapnap's heart not to ache. Karl doesn't remember Quackity. Quackity forced him to forget. Quackity left us.

It's the first time they've been together since it happened. The first time. And Sapnap's heart aches. It aches so badly that he's sure that it'll break. And of course he should be happy; he has to be, he's with his loving fiancee (the one who has no clue about his other true love) and he should be happy.

Instead he's remembering the past and he's crying salty tears into the mess of kisses and scrambling hands.

Fuck.

It was a month ago, when Quackity did fuck-knows-what and suddenly Karl didn't remember him, and then suddenly their perfect relationship was fucked, down the drain.

No more soft touches.

No more cramped film nights on the couch.

No more peaceful, near domestic life.

Karl's finger brushes against the side of his eye, wiping away the tears. Are you okay?

No. He's not. He can't say that though.

"Got something in my eye, Karl," Sapnap pushes him away, "It's nothing bad. Don't... don't worry."

Karl stares at him in worry, but when his gaze flickers up his eyes harden. "Well, Sap. Guess you were right about getting caught."

---

Five minutes earlier, you're honestly having the time of your life.

Whoever this Mr Jacobs guy is, he throws good parties, and you're sure that you've never been served this many flutes of champagne consecutively. The Blood God's already admonished you a few times too many for you to count, but at this point you're just past tipsy and your inhibitions are flowing away like dust on the wind.

Pretty.

Someone's blowing bubbles and you frown as they fly past you, one of them bumping against your nose. You giggle, smiling as the man responsible walks up and smirks. He's dressed strangely; reminiscent of a video game character, but he's not unattractive. And he's got funny powers.

"Hi!" You say, smiling.

He grins, leaning against a counter and acting quite suave, if you're being honest.

"Hi, I'm Connor, and you?"

You blink once or twice, "The Connor? Like ConnorEatsPants? The world famous superhero? The fuck are you doing in L'Manberg?"

"Mr Jacobs is a friend of mine. Why are you here though, especially without a partner? Unless you have one, and they're just off getting you drinks - I'll back off if that's the case."

"I-" wait, speaking of your partner... where is he? And... why is your target dragging someone off to a room somewhere?! "I've got to go. Pleasure meeting you, Connor."

You hurry off, trying to find The Blood God and struggling to keep an eye on your target.

You do end up finding him. Even though it's via you practically crashing into him while he's effectively flirting. Wonderful.

"Fuck!" You shriek as you crash into him, and the woman he's talking to is the one who catches you as he falls (which is embarrassing, because he's pretty, and she's pretty, and you're clumsy as fuck when you're drunk tipsy).

"Thanks," you tap her arm and then focus on the Blood God, "Target's right there, partner. Like literally walking away.

He glances at you, his gaze cold, and you raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were better at this than I was?" He doesn't react, so you sigh loudly, gently remove yourself from the pretty woman's grip and say: "Well, if you're too busy flirting with a woman just as incredibly attractive as yourself - that is in no way shape or form irony - then it seems I must find the culprit myself."

With that you stumble away, seemingly leaving him alone.

You're jealous.

Oof.

Not only are you jealous, you're drunk, which means that focusing exclusively on following your target plus his increasingly willing accompaniment is rather difficult while also focusing on being able to walk properly. It's a curse, being a lightweight. Makes you oh-so-fun at parties.

Eventually, you do develop a sort of rhythm, and as you pick some of the canapés and snacks up along your way, you start to sober up. Which is useful.

Because in your hunt it seems you've entered the bedrooms.

Oof, guess you're getting free porn?

Before you can continue along the hallway in search of your targets, someone grabs your shoulder and tugs you back, spinning you around while gripping your other shoulder so that you're facing you assaulter.

The assaulter going by the name of none other than The Blood God.

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"Let go of me," you say, but your voice is low and your posture is tense.

Techno grips your shoulders tighter.

Your face is flushed and read, you're barely standing, and the exposed skin of your shoulder he's gripping is clammy and cold. In short: you're drunk.

How. Did. You. Manage. To. Get. Drunk?!

He frowns, thinking of what he can do. You're right about the targets being right around the corner; he saw them entering the bedroom just about a minute ago (he can guess pretty well what they're doing but hey, it's always fun to crash parties). That doesn't mean he can just drag you along though. He doesn't know what mental state you're in, but it doesn't paint a pretty picture if the main member of this interrogative crew is nearly blackout drunk (not that you're at that point yet, but he's reasonably sure you're going to start throwing up soon).

When he tries to ask the voices for help, all they can comment on is how good your bare skin feels under his fingertips (and a whole other train of depraved thoughts that he chooses to ignore out of plain self respect).

Eventually, he decides that he's going to have to take you with him, simply because you'll demand him. After getting you some water, you knock on the door of the room in which your target is an open it.

And find none other than one of your best friends staring right back at you.

#technoblade x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade x gn!reader #technoblade #technoblade imagine #dream smp imagine #[the fall] series #dsmp imagine #enemies to lovers #technoblade x reader enemies to lovers

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sapybara · 9 months

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Let’s talk about powerGPU hinting dnf content coming soon on twitter instead!!

I’m so exited about whatever we are going to get! I hope it’s a building stream!

Omg yes!! I'm pretty sure they built all the PCs at the dteam house and have already had karlnap in a couple streams before so fingers crossed for some irl dnf being computer nerds and arguing about how to correctly build a PC while doing heart eyes to each other

#tea.talk

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lehhoh7822 · 1 year

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karlnapity wedding fic reblog this please i was sick

i did not edit this have no beta

this is 100% for my bestie soap (not sure if they are also my bestie... lehho might genuinely be getting parasocial out here tonight) @las-nevadas-corporate

please give my friend all the love and support they rock and they like. idk inspiration. dealing with too many los camp asks. love the fiances what else can i say

i knwo this cannot compare to the true wedding and whatever you will write but!! also this is like. not good i am sick!! but alsdo like. thank you for being a friend and also getting me into the roleplay threads which broke my writers block.

if tumblr eats my italics ill eat their mom- oh fuck you tumblr. augh

ill add this to ao3. soon.

ship: karlnapity tags: little bit of angst, fluff, domestic stuff, marriage, songfic kinda

cw: mentions and references to dream. it is c!dream but dream nonetheless.

Here is Karl Jacobs’ secret; he never looked good in red.

Now, he isn’t going to object to the wedding, Bad did enough of that before Sapnap had to pull him to the side and talk to him about the Egg. Tell him that he respected the trauma and the healing his father needed to do. But the wedding had taken too long to plan and get everything together, and he wasn’t going to change anything. Sapnap looked brave, even as he sweated and almost melted the rings after the ring box caught on fire in his anxious hands. Sapnap is brave, standing with his tie that had to be retied multiple times before Quackity told him that this was the last time, Sapnap Halo, I tie this and you don’t touch it, got it? Sapnap had nodded and Quackity had kissed him and Sapnap always blushed when kissing or being kissed, Karl had watched from the stairs and tried to memorise the moment. The smell of their house, the cool wood of the stair railing pressed against his neck, the muffled sound of surprise from Sapnap.

He never looked good in red, but he thinks he looks pretty damn good now as he tries to adjust his hair, hands brushing over freckles. Shaky breaths, but there isn’t any need for reassurance (he can hear both Quackity and Sapnap talking out their fears in the rooms between, and he is glad they are not alone for this), just focusing on the moment. There is a tint of silver in his eyes, a slight hint of petrichor in the air and as soon as it gets any stronger he will be going over to one of his lovely fiance’s rooms, thank you very much. Magic was not going to ruin his wedding night. He tried to run through the details, but they slipped from his brain like a train going off the tracks and he bit the inside of his mouth, trying to breathe. It was okay. Things were going to work out. Breathe. Memory is generally fallible. You’re only 3 seconds away from someone willing to tell you it's okay. But you know that already. Breathe.

Here is the more open secret of Karl Jacobs, through some contrived magic, he could both time travel and dimension travel, and it had taken 9 months to learn how to do it, an additional three to keep track of his memory. Somewhere along the way, Sapnap loses another life, shows up at Quackity’s base. Somewhere along the way, they find him asleep in a pile of rubble. Somewhere along the way, he got better and closer to people, more grounded. Things got better.

He has seen both Sapnap and Quackity cry, under various awful circumstances. They’ve seen him do the same. There are these constant confessions and pangs of guilt, but every time the voice in his head asks whether it is worth it; when the petrichor smell makes him sick and he doesn’t remember his own name, let alone where he is, when Quackity’s wings start to bleed from disrepair and neglect, when Sapnap’s body is cauterising his own wounds, getting into fights and coming home upset, when the voice asks whether it is worth it, Karl Jacobs can always, always respond with yes.

Karl Jacobs is a man in love, and the disabling nature of his magic will not steal that from him. The struggles of the cruel and ridiculous world around him will not. The itchy texture of the original dress pants he had for today would not. Karl Jacobs was a man in love.

For every, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me that Karl had in his chest, there was a I forgive you, I forgive you, I love you from his finances. For every moment that he needed a pause there was patience, for every time he asked for someone’s name it was given. It wasn’t that it was easy- (but this love came to him like breathing, affection blooming in his chest despite it all like a particularly resistant weed. Tommy told him something about weeds being important to the ecosystem, and the classification only really applied to outside disruption like farming or invasive species), but it wasn’t that it was hard either. It had taken time, and talking about feelings and having to relearn that Quackity was in fact allergic to lemons 3 times before it stuck… then having to apologise because Karl giving Quackity things with lemons so often had made him genuinely start to believe that Karl was trying to kill him, or at the very least didn’t want him around-

They had toughed out those conversations and been vulnerable. Karl Jacobs would do it all again for these men. Sapnap would burn the eggs and Quackity would walk into a wall while talking to someone over his communicator and he would go over to help and just think, god, I love you. Every time the voice in his head would start, he was starting to build this rich trove of memories to look back on, a litany of, god, I love you. I’m glad we made it.

Sapnap, lying next to him in the grass, telling him that he never wants to miss him again. Quackity accidentally dying his white socks pink from putting them in the wash and wearing them to work with pride. Baking with George and Tina. They made it work. They could make it work. He loved them so much. Sapnap’s inability to cook without burning something accidentally. Slime making up with Quackity, something about being human never trumping being real and being alive. The photo of their faces covered in flour that Quackity printed and put in a frame, kept it in his desk. Nightmares and thunderstorms and sheets on fire, crying and laughing and fighting and it was all worth it.

Karl liked peppermint tea and cranberries. Quackity liked a specific type of coffee liquor and hated most brands of milk. Sapnap would eat almost anything but really only drank water and occasionally apple juice, he had ditched caffeine at some point last year in favour of sleeping more and tried to avoid getting wasted. Quackity kept his clothes in the cupboard on the other side of the room. (Partially because he felt more comfortable with somethings being in his own space and partially because he had hesitated and procrastinated enough with unpacking his clothes that when Sapnap finally coaxed him into moving his clothes from 4 cardboard boxes to cupboards, both of the other ones had been filled already.) Sapnap wears socks to bed, (Karl would personally prefer to die), and finally got a new bandanna, a gift from Quackity and Karl at the end of last year at their anniversary. (The last one had been threadbare enough that one of the three had accidentally put it in the wash after a particularly drunken night, and Sapnap had run around the house before Quackity finally found it, fallen into pieces in the wash. At first, Sapnap had been quiet and seemingly okay before coming back home with ash on his hands and no bandanna. Karl and Quackity held him as he cried, mourning things lost and things stolen, people and places and love now lost.)

It’s things like that, that he is remembering as he breathes, the petrichor fading into the evening. Time is firm in his fingers, his magic is calm and the only thought running through his mind is, I love you, I love you, I love you, thinking of Quackity’s laugh and Sapnap’s smile, the smell of smoke and expensive ink. His tie is red and there is a rose in his pocket and a pendant around his neck from Utah. He is Karl Jacobs, a man in love, who has never looked good in red but does today because he’s getting married to the best men in the world.

I love you, I love you, I love you and I am so glad that we are getting married.

***

George is on his communicator and Sapnap is almost 100% sure he’s- oh, he’s totally chewing gum. Meanwhile, Sapnap is having a crisis. He almost untied his tie (he does not trust George to be able to do it back up and the feeling of Quackity, hands pulling the tie together is comforting in some phantom sense), but he didn’t, instead pacing and spilling water on the ankle of his dress pants and someone will make a dumb joke about him pissing himself in a few years when they go through these photos and everyone is going to be looking at him and he’s going to fuck this up, how do you fuck up getting married? Sapnap doesn’t know but it feels like he’s about to find out, how about going into cardiac arrest during the-

“Dude, chill.” George says, and his gum smells like peppermint and Karl likes peppermint tea and when he screws this up, he’ll be making everyone disappointed and he almost already did that when he was holding the ring box on thursday and-

“I mean it, chill. Drink some water. Sit down. Think happy thoughts or whatever.” George leveled him a stare that could be read as frustrated, but Sapnap knew- hoped, really- it was more concern, and begrudgingly, sat back down, taking a sip of his water, hoping that there would be no more spills from his dumb, shaky hands. He puts the bottle down, trying to breathe, trying to be rational about this all. George put down his communicator, put the gum in the bin and eyed Sapnap up and down. The atmosphere felt tense. Sapnap swore he could smell that stupid post-rain smell that used to tell him that Karl was around but now just felt like Karl getting further away and resisted the urge to bust into the room next door and see whether his fiance- soon to be husband, was alright. Instead he stares into the distance, wondering whether Foolish and Tina have made the kitchen in Kinoko Town Hall explode yet.

“You look great, I have not lost the rings, apparently Quackity also looks great, and Tina said that the reception was pretty much ready after all this is done.” George goes through the list, almost like he’s uninterested, but Sapnap is glad his friend figured out what he’s anxious about particularly. George patted him on the back, shrugging. “Things will work themselves out, besides, both you and Quackity organised this event. If someone goes astray, heads will roll, therefore, things are going to be fine.”

Sapnap smiles, and it’s fragile and tender and full of fear and love, he hums and fidgets at his tie before pulling his hand away, “Yeah… yeah, you’re right, thanks George.” The clock is too loud on the wall. “I just… it’s been a hard year… for everyone, not- not just me so-” Sapnap cut himself off with a sigh. “Yeah. I just… I don’t want to fuck it up.”

There’s a muffled language! as Sapnap remembers that his father is standing outside of this room. He laughs a little bit, drinking a bit more water. “Save your fears of screwing up for the reception. Your alcohol tolerance is nothing, you’ll be wasted and embarrass yourself more than whatever you think’ll happen here.” George says, pulling another piece of gum out of the pack and putting it in his mouth. “Remember the last time you got drunk?” George asked, grinning as Sapnap cringed at the memory.

“Besides,” George said, “These dumbasses love you so much, you couldn’t do anything at this altar that would change that. Somehow you guys revived your relationship, which, don’t tell the other two I said this, but I really did think that you were like everyone else on this godforsaken server who couldn’t make a good thing last. But you did it.” George picked back up his comm, “This wedding won’t change shit.” He said bluntly, leaving Sapnap to sit with his thoughts. He peeked through the crack in the door, seeing most of the seats filled out, even Wilbur had made it there… somehow… he was pretty sure Karl had something to do with that but really he just wanted to let it be.

The week leading up to the wedding had felt like a disaster, from Sapnap literally lighting the sheets on fire from a nightmare, something had hadn’t done since he was just a kid, to Karl having a panic attack in the bathroom about not being able to put a name to Fundy and Tubbo, (the next day, people inexplicably had little name tags made of masking tape and permanent marker), to Quackity passing out in his office after filing paperwork which meant really, nothing. It had felt like a disaster, but every time someone would be there to go through the rubble and they made it out, jokes about sheets and Quackity taking Sapnap out to the store where they bought all the masking tape and a day where they mainly just stayed inside and rested. They had made it, they would continue to make it.

Sapnap drank a bit more water, the bottle practically empty, someone testing the microphones outside and making them absolutely screech, but people seemed to take it ood naturedly. George left the room with the new ring box Tommy had made, while complaining about the finicky stitches every second of the way, going to stand up in front of the crowd. People were whispering, but the space filled up with the

Marry You, by Bruno Mars started blasting out of the speakers before a rushed squeak of sorry as it was turned down to a slightly more reasonable volume. They had set it up, Karl would come from the left, Sapnap would come from the right and Quackity was coming right through the middle. Pushing through the back, fingers grasping at the curtains, palms sweaty, he got a glimpse of Karl, positioned across the room, who smiles at him, giving a little wave like Sapnap is still a spectator at the duel between Dream and Techno, and Karl is standing there with his camera, smiling shyly from across the room, nothing but acquaintances. There is a flash of red as Quackity is still bustling around in the back.

Hey baby, Sapnap mouths along to the song, Karl is looking at him like he hung the moon, and every second is worth it, I think I wanna marry you.

He is Sapnap Halo and he is a man in love.

***

Quackity was wearing a dress and he hoped it looked good.

Wings preened by Wilbur, who had made it back here via the in-between, Karl had looked a little tired but neither of them said a word, and despite the worrying implications of Karl and in the in between, Quackity was glad that he had made it back for the wedding. Micheal had thrown glitter on them accidentally and instead of trying to clean it, Quackity had made sure that there was enough glitter that if anyone in that goddamn crowd had sensitive eyes, they would go fucking blind. He knew it was going to be an absolute bitch to clean later, but judging by the awed little gasp from Slime, it looked pretty good.

The anxiety in his chest about all this was nothing compared to the feeling of love in his chest, soft and filling and gentle. It was a little bit scary, to have such a vulnerability to his heart, but Quackity wouldn’t give up the little sparks of joy for when Karl came home with carrot cake and it was slightly less dry than last time and he was so proud of himself and Tina, or the affection in Sapnap’s yawn when he woke up, mumbling a “good morning” and sleepily trying to kiss his forehead, sometimes missing and hitting other parts of his face. It was a little bit scary, but Quackity wouldn’t give it up for anything. There was static coming from the microphone. He had his anxious conversation with Slime before, and now it was the final details, taking off his left shoe and trying to make it sit right on his foot, he swore it fit properly just a few minutes ago, looking at the slightly pink lanterns that had an orangey light in them after Skeppy told him about Bad’s… less than positive reaction to them. Vows in his little bag, bottle of water long empty.

Marry Me, the song added to the playlist a few days ago, Sapnap sitting on the balcony after the sheets incident and crying, anxious and happy and hopeful, humming the tune and looking out in the crisp morning air. The paint had been flaking off the railing and there were spiderwebs Karl had forgotten to clean clinging to the edges of the walls, and they sat there together on the dusty couch, letting the song play through. They had said their apologies and forgiveness, their love and grievances. Sapnap once explained that he needed his time and sometimes space, but often that time was better spent with another. So they let the song play on repeat as the sun really started to rise, going from lingering midsky to truly risen, declaring a new day. Quackity had added it to the playlist. Sapnap had embraced him for a few, vulnerable seconds before going back inside, leaving Quackity to bask with the phantom arms of his fiance still holding him. Just say “I do”, the song told him, just say “I do”.

Thinking Out Loud. Sapnap made a joke about Canadians and Karl had walked them both through a slow dance to the tempo of the song in the living room, pushing the coffee table against the wall, Quackity holding Sapnap as Karl adjusted where their hands were, and walked them through it, step by step. He said it was from work, and the smell of petrichor was still thick in the kitchen from an incident previously that week, but in that moment they were willing to let the detail slide, a gentle arrangement of steps and patience. Allowing himself to get swept up in the moment, doing the routine shakily and almost with his eyes closed the entire time, entranced by the feeling of closeness and the vulnerability like a crack in his chest, kissing Sapnap at the end hands grasping at his cheeks, positioning be damned. Forgetting the context and being only awoken from his fragile little lovedrunk trance by Karl cooing at them, commenting on just how cute they were. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, the song instructed, still playing as Karl made them hot chocolates and Sapnap, place your head on my beating heart.

The next song starts playing, and for some reason, everyone seems to take it as the cue to quiet down. He can’t make it out before realising it’s A Thousand Years and, oh, people are quiet because Sapnap and Karl have pulled back the curtains. Someone pulled back the curtains in front of him as well. Everything is hitting him all at once, the soft lighting, the piano coming out of the speakers that Fundy made, (Fundy had shrugged, looking up from the wool he was buying at the markets, telling Quackity that he did enough for Dream that anything was possible), the lyrics, something about bravery (Karl had added the song to the playlist and Quackity recognised it immediately, going to mention the… origins of the song before he noticed Karl, with teary eyes, rocking back and forward on his heels, humming along to it), the faces staring out, excited, expecting, bored, people he knew and people he didn’t. The third chair in the front row had been reserved by Sapnap and no one was going to fill it. Wilbur was stretched out in a strange position over two chairs. The music played on, time ticked forward. Quackity was going to get married. (It is the exact same as Schlatt, something in his head remarks bitterly before something else shushes it and motions at the lights, the spark in Sapnap’s eye, Karl’s slightly shocked stare at the sight of his dress, blushing slightly at the sight, the song playing away in the background. He is loved.)

Karl, surprisingly takes the first steps forward, stunning in his blazer and stunning in his confidence, taking deliberate breaths and Sapnap joins him, slightly damp ankle and tie that Quackity had done up eleven times this morning, walking from his side to the middle. It’s just Quackity now. Karl extends a hand and he is flung back into the past, Karl inviting him to join the relationship after a little while of dating. The walk to the front happens too fast and too slow, Wilbur is taking photos with a weird kind of communicator, there are flashes going off and George is counting the rings over in the corner. They’re getting married.

One step closer, the song coaxes, and Quackity is in a trance, Quackity is in love, he feels like he could be floating. One step closer.

The music gets turned off and he is standing next to his fiances. This feels like a dream. Things are being said, I do, I do, and there is a pause and he echoes the same, I do, feeling like the dam of emotion in his head was about to burst. Petrichor and ash hang faintly in the air and he is a man in love, finally getting to kiss his husbands, messy and full of passion and apprehension. George gets the rings over there and they are put onto fingers and his is slightly too big but that’s okay, that’s okay and…

The music comes back on and they have to do photos, but he’s crying, body shaking with the pure feeling flooding his brain, someone asks if he’s okay and he nods wildly, smiling and holding onto Sapnap and Karl as he cries, as Sapnap, a man in love, sings along to the song, holding him tight, “I have died everyday waiting for you.” It’s shaky and unpolished and he’s probably holding a few tears of his own back, voice cracking at the end, they are finally married. “Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years.” Karl, a man in love, catches on at the end as Sapnap buries his face in Quackity’s shoulder, slightly more smooth and there is a sense that he’s sung this before, god, they’re finally married. “I will love you for a thousand more.” Quackity, a man in love finishes, still crying, happy and whole. They finally got married. He wouldn’t take a second of it back.

And all along I believed, I would find you/

Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years/

I'll love you for a thousand more…

#karlnapity #quackblr #fic #dsmp fic #writing #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #c!quackity #c!karl jacobs #c!sapnap #lehhohgoeszoom

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snakesnakerevolution · 1 year

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I posted 390 times in 2022

That's 390 more posts than 2021!

66 posts created (17%)

324 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@baka-monarch

@vadergf

@w0rped-moss

@the-final-sif

@darkeninganon

I tagged 231 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#snake's rec feed - 27 posts

#lore - 19 posts

#snake rattle and roll - 15 posts

#fic - 15 posts

#snake's rec list - 11 posts

#dreamnap - 11 posts

#laugh rule - 8 posts

#fav - 6 posts

#ideas - 5 posts

#mcyt g/t - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#lmfao i'm just imagining either all the gods are super big and so c!dream is like...sitting on their laps just doodling and not paying

My Top Posts in 2022:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream/Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Karl Jacobs Additional Tags: First Meetings, Misunderstandings, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Meet-Cute, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, DreNapWk2021_D1, Clay | Dream Being an Idiot (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap is So Whipped (Video Blogging RPF), Rivalry Summary:

Day 1: Meet-Cute

In the box were four neatly presented chocolate croissants. He had never seen anything more threatening.

The owner of the new patisserie across the street leaves a treat outside Dream’s bakery every week. This can only mean one thing: war.

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shoutout to roman for 1) being my only follower and 2) somehow finding 6 of my 22 tumblr blogs and following them wtf

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Hey do you guys wanna read fic that updates on average once every 5 days and has been ongoing since August? One that focuses on heavy themes of grief, found family, revolution, and overcoming trauma? One that currently has 97,788 words across 46 chapters? One where none of the creators (except Schlatt bc that seems like something he'd like) are irredeemable, and, honestly, even villans? One where Dream and Tommy are actual, genuine friends? One where SBI family is a thing? Where Puffy is Foolish and Dream's dad? Where Dream and Ranboo are half-brothers and therefore Endersmile??

Then you may like my fic, The Ties That Bind!

It's got karlnapity, puffy/niki, Emotional Trashfire Wilbur Soot, baby Fundy (coming soon), dteam family feels, velvet is there sometimes, Dad Bad, mind control curses, and the end of the world! Oh, and have I mentioned that they're all kings/queens/princes (some exclusions apply)??

And there's more!

Puffy and Phil are married (for political reasons only)

Through marriage Techno, Tommy, Wilbur, Dream, Foolish, and Ranboo are all brothers

I accidentally made past Sam/Puffy but its okay it was platonic

Niki is Trans! I love her

Technoblade is a nerd. Half of this fic he's literally just been reading and its great

Tommy is a smart kid!!!

There is a slight hint of lemur throughout the fic

George is pissed off!!! If you want to see Rabid George click the link!!

This is essentially a Sapnap sickfic

tbh its everyone whump no one is having a good time lol

esp not the dream team tho

HAPPY ENDING!!!

There is no smut at all. I cannot write that and I don't want to lmfao

Ender dragon Dream, Niki, and Ranboo! Yeah!

Some considerations before you start reading:

HEAVY mentions of child abuse, torture, and violence. This fic's main driving thing is mind control lol

A/B/O is a thing in this world but ONLY for like...5 characters and it is completely unrelated to romantic relationships. The A/B/O is just used for 1) mind control and 2) family dynamics.

(Sorry I'm over explaining but I know a/b/o is a turn off for a lot of people and I wanna let you know its different and only relevant in that they're literally bound together through platonic love!!! They care about each other your honor!! Also I wanted to give them telepathy)

If you want to read a fic with all of this, check out The Ties That Bind Today!!!

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/dsmp /rp

my favorite thing on earth is platonic dreamnap they're just so *clenches fist*

it was like a year ago but I read a post about quackity selling sapnap an "enderdragon" and quackity dropping a fucked up dream off at his door and then bouncing. The thing had stopped there but my brain hadn't

was it one of those where quackity knew it was wrong? one where he expected sapnap to agree with him? did he see dream as so subhuman that he didn't think twice about it? did he hear sapnap rant about how much he hated dream and assume that he would enjoy owning Dream and getting to do to him the same things Quackity had enjoyed?

and, if he didn't, if quackity knew that delivering dream like that would cause sapnap distress, to ruin anything he may have had left with his once-fiance, did he do it out of spite? had he had dream the whole time, broken and under his thumb, until his fight with sapnap escalated? and he begun to associate dream with sapnap, and dropped him off in a way to 1) get dream off his hands and 2) get back at sapnap?

How would sapnap react? Would it be anger? would he chase quackity? would he bring dream inside and try to help, only learning more and more howbad a shape dream was in? Would quackity lie and say dream had chosen this, or it was sam's idea? Would sapnap buy it? would there be some part of him that was happy?

I dunno man my brain just keeps going

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My #1 post of 2022

George's Desk Light

Vauge Hollow Knight au in that Dream is a lumifly. Nothing else is really specified lol

Trigger warning for dehumanization and objectification, as well as a sprinkle of neglect. This is my first writing I'm posting directly on tumblr so please be kind >.<

George loved his desk light.

It was just an object, one Quackity had given him for his birthday, but it was so perfect that he loved it.

It was a little glass jar, not ornately carved. For all he could tell, Quackity may have made it out of an old jelly jar. The top was covered in a thin metal lid that had two latches on either side. Holes were poked through, allowing the small lumifly hybrid to breathe. One in the center was larger than the others, allowing George to drop food flakes every few days to keep the hybrid alive. For a while it had begged, asking for food more often, but Quackity had warned him that this one was particularly gluttonous, and that if he fed it more than every other day that it would become sick. So, for the sake of the lumify, he ignored the small cries. They stopped eventually, anyways.

Turning the lantern off and on was pretty simple, considering its power was near limitless. Lumiflies created their light through flight. George’s hybrid, however, would often just curl up in the bottom of the jar, sleeping or shaking. Quackity had found a solution, however. On the outside of the jar there was a small chain. On one end it was connected to a small collar around the lumify’s neck. The other had something akin to a clamp, one big enough it wouldn’t fall through the hole in the lid and get stuck. On the side of the jar a small peg had been attached. Whenever George wanted to turn the lantern on, all he would have to do is tug the chain and attach it to the peg. The chain was short enough that, once attached, the lumifly would not be able to touch the ground without choking itself. This meant that as long as the clamp was attached, the lumifly would have to fly and therefore create light.

The chain doubled as a way to keep the lumifly contained. If George decided to change the glass, all he would need to do is affix a peg to the side and keep ahold of the little chain to place the lumifly in its new home. Sapnap had given him an ornate bottle a few days ago, one that had originally stored alcohol. George had started preparing it, just waiting for the glue to set. He’d tried to clean it out as best he could, but he figured the scent would probably last a long time. He asked Quackity, and the man said that it would be fine, that lumiflies were resistant to any fumes in the air.

He sat at his desk, smiling as he read his book. Beside him, the lumifly fluttered, pretty and graceful in the center of the jar. Sometimes, George could swear the other was watching along, but that was silly. Lumiflies bred for captivity never learned how to read, only wild ones. And Quackity wouldn’t be the type to steal a lumifly from its home.

George hummed, turning the page.

Maybe he should find a couple picture books at the library. The lumifly would probably enjoy looking at the pictures.

George loved his desk light.

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gogtopia · 2 years

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(different anon) i would agree except it does feel like theyre hinting in recent lore that feelings are still there on george's side. we have the moment in quackitys lore where george is standing outside the prison, in georges lore where he tried to break into the prison, georges lore when he confronted dream in his dream and couldnt decide if he would go with him or his friends, and then they ended up killing eachother, although its not what george wanted to happen, and in dreams lore where sapnap mentioned how george missed him. so i dont know where they are going with this and i definitely agree theres no happy ending there but it does feel like there are hints of a set up for some sort of further development of some kind. which is to say i think its definitely possible we will get a tragic dnf ending but eh who knows really.

putting this under the cut bc i already know it’s gonna be long since i love discussing cdnf. also im dropping character tags from here on we know what i’m talking about

i actually do agree with a lot of you’re saying. i think that the conflict in their relationship that arose due to the dethronement is something that has never been properly resolved. they never got a real one on one confrontation (in george’s dream, yes). i do like dnf a lot don’t get me wrong. it’s probably my second favorite dsmp ship to karlnapity even if i have been on a snf/georgexfiances kick lately. this is how i feel about dnf im putting it in bullet points to organize my thoughts better

george loves dream (whether it be platonically or romantically). i don’t think that this is even disputable. i think that it’s very similar to how sapnap sees dream, but with less action and less severely: he loves him and always wants to see the good in him but knows that he isn’t the person that he was anymore. i would say that george doesn’t want dream dead like sapnap does, at least not at this point. i think that he wants things to go back to the way that they used to be but it’s just not feasible. george does miss dream but i think there’s a differentiation in the dream that exists now and the one that he misses. if dnf were to have a future dream would have to change significantly

george resents dream. he knows that the whole spiel dream gave him about dethroning him to protect him was bullshit because 1. dream didn’t ask him if it was what he wanted beforehand and 2. dream immediately showed his cards by going after mexican l’manburg and calling him a baby for feeling upset. george feels used and betrayed in the same way sapnap does but they responded very different. sapnap went in the direction of anger and george went in the direction of apathy. rewatching the stream from jan now, it’s clear that he’s kind of offended that dream is talking to him like nothing happened. i also don’t think he was “conflicted” about joining him. as soon as dream suggests it he makes a face and is like “why would i do that?” george doesn’t want him to destroy kinoko obviously because it’s his home but dream has destroyed his home before with mexican l’manburg and he destroyed the community house which is the home they built together. he does try to deescalate by suggesting they go after tommy’s house but i think he’s also just trying to protect kinoko and keep himself from getting killed.

dreamxd functions as a replacement for dream. i think this one’s obvious. george sees that old version of dream in him and latches on

george struggles to accept that the dream now and the dream he loves are simultaneously the same person but different. he loves the dream from before the dethronement, the dream that cared about his friends instead of power. i think he wants to “fix” dream but dream isn’t someone that wants to be fixed. dream clearly only trusts punz and whatever’s going on with the other side of ranboo and is barreling headfirst toward the same goals as before. george lives in a state of dreaming because when he’s asleep he doesn’t have to face reality and let go. i also think him simultaneously wanting to visit dream and not wanting to go inside stems from a need for closure but a fear of it. he doesn’t want to have to face how much he’s changed. him saying he didn’t know dream took visitors is puzzling to me because i thought he’d know that sapnap went so either he was lying or he just never asked and i think maybe going to the prison would make everything just a bit too real

ultimately, george cares about kinoko. he mentions in his stream that he loves that kinoko has a community. sapnap’s absence from his dream is significant to me because he couldn’t fathom killing him. sapnap is the person who has always protected him and fought for him.

the past can’t be changed. this applies to the early days when their friendship was strong and the betrayal. i think this is something that george struggles to accept. he’s not going to stop loving dream and it’s not going to stop hurting so he falls back on his dreams instead. i think they need to have a confrontation of some sort in the waking world for any of this to be resolved. you’re right: it needs future development if possible, but i feel as if that development may come in the form of dream coming after kinoko if it even happens. i don’t think we’re getting any dteam lore until after s2 starts and i don’t know what s2 entails at all besides a new map LOL

cc!george is very consistent w his character imo. he definitely doesn’t care the dsmp all that much but i think when he’s doing serious lore he is pretty thoughtful about his character’s motivations and emotions. i actually think he’s one of the most consistent characters on the server and a lot of him being misinterpreted stems from the fact that you see most of him in other people’s streams (especially quackity’s)

#this is like my cdnf dissertation.#i love lore discussion when people are civil about it. it's like we're all sitting in one big circle #answered #anonymous #dsmp #my meta #george

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thatweirdzodiacsign · 1 year

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Second kids of the second generation fanart, theirs hints towards karlnapity hence the bits on her arm, ngl she's my favorite out of them all so far.

#quackity #mcyt fanart #dsmp fanart second generation

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woofdrm · 11 months

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The fetishization thing is so true, because karl and sapnap literally roleplayed being fiances, all the jokes and whatever else and theres never srs shipping. Like people will read into clips and make jokes, but I've never seen someone ride or die for karlnap.

Whereas its assumed dnf is real and thus people are allowed to talk about George's sexuality. And George's sexuality is always brought up in proximity to dnf. Like "george must be gay because dnf..."

The point of shipping is to be fun and delusional, especially for rpf, and jokes about Dream having a crush are funny but making long posts about how actually george has been dropping hints is so weird when half the post is just about george acts with dream

Literallyyyyyy like I Know why you’re gay truthing George and not sapnap despite Karlnap being way more explicitly touchy and flirty and it’s because of how you view queer men.

#offerings #discourse

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biboyhalo · 1 year

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please get on the karlnap train. they’re my for fun ship. I take dnf too seriously.

my favorite thing about them is how unafraid sapnap is to be physically affectionate with karl.

he might be like that with dream as well but we’ve never gotten to see it, only hints like “come cuddle me” and the cute twitch rivals hug.

likeeee this is what ppl dont get whenever i talk abt ships other than dnf 😭😭 this is just FOR FUN. i have been in the kpop fandom for 10 years im used to casual shipping 😭😭 can i not just bring up some karlnap moments without ppl yelling at me that sapnap is straight bitch i know 😒😒 he also makes homophobic comments sometimes if i want to think abt him sucking a dick as a concept i have the right as a bisexual man

#or something #asks #anon #let me have fun damn 😫#nov 22

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This is mostly all predictions/building off the stuff I’ve seen so far, but I couldn’t contain the analysis. Ig it’s gonna be like that time I analyzed htid!schlatt without knowing shit about him other than tiny hints.

ANYWAYS. WOOOOO QUACKITY WOOOOOOOOOOO. I LOVE HIM HES SO PERFECT IF YOU IGNORE EVERY RED FLAG AND FATAL FLAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I guess to start, I’m low key a little disappointed in Quackity. But the type of disappointment where I shake my head but still can excuse his actions.

It was kind of a dick move for him to invite wilbur to a party and play nice guy until the man was drunk and not in his right mind. And then the way he just fucking kissed him???? Now to my knowledge he never explained to Wilbur how his relationship worked, so good fucking job on communicating, Quackity. And the way he sprung not only a whole ass ritual on this poor dude, but he also didn’t tell Wilbur exactly what was going to happen nor did he try to explain in the morning.

I feel like the communication issues stem from multiple things. One of the biggest ones is the fact that he has lacked a positive role model for a very long time, and even if he had one, it feels like she was a little bit more worried about her own declining health than a kid who had clearly proved he was responsible enough to take care of himself and help her with most things. Quackity was probably treated like an adult from a young age and due to that it’s a bit hard for him to even consider that he’s still learning.

He seems like the type of guy that when you confront him about poor communication he instantly snaps and says something like “are you saying I don’t know how to fucking talk about my problems? In the real world you don’t get to have problems, but you wouldn’t get that now would you? No, because everything is just so fucking perfect in your life!…..”

He also doesn’t do well when things don’t go according to plan. He wants what he wants and he’s tired of not getting that. And that’s a problem fueled by not only past things, but also stuff in the present.

Karl and Sapnap don’t appear to be the best listeners. They joke around a lot, even when Quackity is trying his hardest to get their attention. I can’t imagine it’s easy for him to communicate with them because it’s probably a lot harder for him than karl and sap. Not to say they don’t have issues, but their issues are definitely not the same.

It’s similar to the btp situation where Quackity had a really shitty/rough childhood except this is still Quackity’s shitty and rough childhood. And he’s doing that thing where he is leaning on his romantic partners for emotional support without explaining what’s going on which is just a recipe for disaster. At least this time he expressed that he wanted Wilbur instead of having an affair!

I just see Quackity crashing and burning in the near future. And with Wilbur being the person reading those incantations, who else is he gonna blame when something happens to his mom? And when sapnap and Karl get onto him for what I see being self destructive behaviors, he’ll probably just shrug them off, leading to what will be the karlnapity demise.

I also see Quackity having a distaste towards Wilbur because of how much more privileged and secure it seems his childhood was. Yeah Wilbur was forced to give it all up, but Quackity doesn’t exactly see that. In Quackity’s eyes, Wilbur was protected from all the horrors of the world, meanwhile Quackity was forced to face them all.

That will change eventually. But not for a while I bet. Quackity’s stubborn like that.

This is mostly just an unorganized jumble of thoughts about what’s to come in bite me for Quackity. I could be totally fucking wrong. Just the brain worms were eating away at me and I accidentally started spewing analysis without the anonymity. Not like I’m trying to hide who I am (it’s very obvious atp), but it just felt off brand.

- Quackity Analysis Anon

(Also schlatt was very very interesting in Ch 9, but I wanna know what dad schlatt anon thinks first 🥺🥺🥺🤭🤭🤭💚💚💚)

((COMMA BITE ME GOES SO FUCKJNG HARD. IM TRYING SO HARD TO CHOSE WHO TO ANALYZE NEXT. I THINK DREAM BUT I NEED A LITTLE BIT MORE OF HIS PERSPECTIVE FIRST. IF ITS NOT HIM ITLL PROBABLY BE ONE OF THE BENCH TRIO MEMBERS……. Or quackity. Always quackity.))

I find it very interesting how your first instinct is to try to sympathize here....... veerrrry interesting ;)

it's all going according to plan, I've got you hook line and sinker, you'll never see it coming

anyway, I'm very glad you're enjoying bite me <3

(*whisper* that's your cue dad schlatt anon)

((TY TY EVERYONE IS SO FUCKED UP IN THIS ONE, I'M LIVING FOR IT))

#anons my beloved #bite me #quackity analysis anon #the signs are there #that's all i'm gonna say

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