#karlnapity dimensions

[thecatchat]

thinking about Quarry

Yah? What about it?

[karlnapitydimensions]

Lenses list

A rundown of the Kaleidoscope (as of July 5th 2022)

Mauve Lens [Purple]  

Aliases: The Mauve 

Incarnations: An ornate purple shawl, scarf, or cloak. 

Patron: Influence, gain, indulgence, prestige. 

Nature: It is passive, blank, and supportive. It varies depending on whoever uses it and will forward their will. It is the most like a tool out of all the lenses; although most can be used in a similar way, the mauve does not posses or influence who it comes in contact with beyond the natural lure that comes with all forms of power. 

Powers/Abilities: Granting influence. Subtly granting benefits to its chosen in ways that could appear as luck. It also can work more directly if commanded and constantly will work toward the desire. Even just as a cloak making them feel cool in a dessert or acting like armor when in danger.  

Notable Users: Maeve Lolanthe Ambrosia (AKA Mary) used it to control and influence a large amount of people, including Karl.

Found: First appears in Aristrone, an urban-fantasy set dimension. 

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Indigo Lens [Indigo]

Aliases: The Indigo, Forlorn 

Incarnations: Deep translucent fabrics of phasing waves, evocative melodies of vocals or strings.

Patron: Memory, repression, grief, sorrow. 

Nature: A neutral but powerful lens, passively and growing and drawing in. It washes over dimensions and slowly begins to drown them as it takes in the sorrow. The deeper into it you go the more lost you are. 

Powers/Abilities: It drags in miseries and stories from all across the Over, other dimensions and worlds, and drags them in on its tide. 

Notable Users: It can’t really be used but Karl listens to its stories and helps it not overflow. 

Found: No set dimension of residence. 

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Azure Lens [Blue]

Aliases: The Azure, Eve, Creation, Epiphany, Muse

Incarnations: Inspiration, an unknown muse, especially to technical minds. Blue energy/technology.

Patron: Creation, creativity, ambition, advancement.

Nature: Aggressive but supportive. It’s a creative rather than outright destructive force but is single-minded and perseverance, as it’s a force. Much in the same way heat’s main goal is to be hot—it’s not going to stop and worry that it’s melting the wax that sustains it.

Powers/abilities: Pushes breakthroughs in the minds of innovators. Essentially speed runs the development of societies and can be channeled into a usable energy if worked with long enough.

Notable Users: Alex, T.U.B.B.O., Sam Awes

Found: Resides predominantly in Ywuscore but eventually moves to Orch.

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Teal Lens [Teal/Turquoise]

Aliases: The Teal, The Beguiling Mist, Siren’s Mask

Incarnations: A gas mask but with more colors and patterns as well as feathers attached to it, heavy blue-green mist, a cool feeling.

Patron: Emotion, sentiment, fortitude, reaction.

Nature: It’s a very active but undirected lens. It’s neutral although it’s rarely dormant. Unless left completely isolated with no one to reach, it will constantly be churning to the tune of the other’s emotions, including even animals. 

Powers/Abilities: When used properly the lens allows mass manipulation of emotions through the creation of colorful mist. The mist is an extension of the user's own emotions- if the user feels angry, anyone who breathes in that mist will feel that same anger- and that emotion can stack on top of any amount of existing emotion already felt by those affected by the mist. This makes sealing the mask properly around a user's head important as they could get stuck in a feedback loop of emotion. 

Notable Users: unnamed ancient leaders, a unnamed child.

Found: Currently unnamed dimension of residence - a world with villages on the surface and long tunnels of caves and underground water pools. 

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Celadon Lens [Green]

Aliases: The Celadon, Creeping Stone

Incarnations: A green spreading crystalline infection 

Patron: Torpor, decadence, indolence, apathy.

Nature: Acts like a virus opposed to Crimson’s infection. It is a slow but strong moving lens.

Powers/Abilities: Takes over the body, infesting muscles and joints with its stone until people are crystalized to almost statues. It doesn’t have direct control over the mind but the brain will numb on its own with the body over time. 

Notable Users: it can't be used traditionally but the theme park workers might count. Those who spread it would be the closest to a ‘user.’

Found: An unnamed dimension once filled with theme parks and bustling transports, now left a shell. Neglected metal oxidized into a green wasteland full of crystallized zombies.   

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Sun Lens [Yellow]

Aliases: The Violin, Euphoria, Symphony, The Fiddle

Incarnations: A violin with intricate carvings of spider webs all over, yellow strings and thread, gold and yellow flecks of light.

Patron: Music, joy, obsession, control.

Nature: Active and benevolent. It harnesses itself in pleasantness and hones in on whatever brings it about. It does not exist or notice in necessarily healthy or safety, however, so its influence is just as detrimental when left unchecked and free as the rest of the Kaleidoscope. Despite what you might think at first glance. The forced positivity becomes almost cult-like and even hostile towards well being of people. If you’re perfectly happy even with a broken leg, why would anyone bother getting medical attention?

Powers/Abilities: It can channel good feeling and guide. It’s a bit like Azure in how it interacts/influences the societies it reigns in, and a bit like Crimson in the way it spreads through and consumes people.

Notable Users: A musician named Penelope

Found: Currently unnamed dimension where it has overtaken the whole society in a euphoric brainwashed state of service and submission to its light.  

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Clementine Lens [Orange]

Aliases: The Clementine, Not.☆, Clem, The Unhuntable Beast, Pretty Kitty

Incarnations: a large creature that looks like a cross between a tiger, a boar, and a scorpion. It has tusks, orange fur with black stripes, and a scorpion tail, size between a car and a horse. Appears to fade in and out of opaqueness, almost like the texture of a portal.

Patron: Oblivion, unknown, hidden, introversion.

Nature: It’s a reclusive lens, will actively try to avoid things and need to be sought out. It’s like a wild animal trapped in a place it shouldn’t be. It’s the lens most closely tied to the Otherside. As a representation of Oblivion, which is nearly synonymous with inexistent, it’s the most uncomfortable to be out here and mostly needs to be comforted and drawn out in order to return it back to safety.

It's abilities include: traveling to different dimensions, poisonous scorpion tail, and unnatural abilities (ie. Speed, strength, agility, senses). Fazing and an inconsistent size. Ability to take people and things into never existing (only until it’s returned to the Otherside, in which case it simply becomes guardian of all things lost forever.)

Notable Users: None

Found: No set dimension of residence.

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Crimson Lens [Red]

Aliases: The Crimson, Blood vines

Incarnations: Red flora, especially vines grown from an egg-like seed.

Patron: Power, passion, conquering, striving.

Nature: It is an aggressive lens, actively fiercely moving forward.

Abilities Include: It works by seeking out It works by warping your mind as a sort of infective possession, adding you to its empire. It can rebuild itself from the smallest seed, leaf, or root, growing it into a new egg.

Notable Users: More like it uses people than people use it. Notable people who’ve fallen to its control: Quackity, Charlie, and Schlatt.

Found: Appears in small bit all throughout the story. Is main insurgence comes later in the series, in Prowa. 

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Bonus:

Karl Jacob [White]

Aliases: Karl, Prism, Thread, Journalist

Incarnation: Unlike other lenses he’s represented with multiple colors on top of his main one, generally opalescent. Created by the Inbetween to retrieve and return the Lenses to the Other Side, was incidentally made to be a person just from the way the pieces fell together. Think of it like evolution.

Patron: Trial and error, stories, rebirth, discovery, understanding.

Powers/Abilities:

Form shifting

Respawning

A very advanced memory when considering all he takes in compared to other beings.

Quick learning/adapting

Creation of portals through the Over (different from simply traveling through them: he can also bend the rules of moving things and other people between dimension, not just himself.)

Ability to herd and push the lenses as they manifest in the Over. Think of it like he’s a shepherd and Lark is a caretaker.

Access to the Inbetween.

Found: The Inbetween, with one or both his boyfriends (Sapnap & Quackity), or with one of his many friends. Pretty much everywhere or anywhere, but usually the first two.

Lark [Black]-

Aliases: Lark, Prism, Needle, Librarian

Incarnation: accidentally created when Karl was split into multiple versions of himself, is considered to be Karl's reflection/Inverse, depending on how you look at it, he either existed long before Karl as a form of the otherside but not as a person, or he is significantly newer if you count him being created as a sentient being as his true origin. They split the difference and call themselves twins. His purpose is to house, care for, and regulate the Kaleidoscope in the Otherside.

Patron: Order, endings, knowledge, balance, animals.

Powers/Abilities:

Power to freely through anywhere in the Over by going “behind” them rather than “through” them. (Imagine Karl’s portals are like a wormhole, Lark’s tunnels would be like a black hole.)

Metaphysically and telepathically linked to Karl

Essentially impossible to damage in any meaningful way

Para-omnipotence

Ability to watch over and maintain the Kaleidoscope (when they are in the otherside, where they belong.) Caretaker.

Access to the otherside

Kind of… IS the otherside. At least, a manifestation of the part of it that linked it to Karl.

Found: The Otherside or with Karl (as reflection or as person). Sometimes—very rarely—he can be found broken away from Karl to explore a dimension that especially caught his attention, usually one with animals.

[thebadchoicemachine]

So, i was thinking for the SBI in the new timeline, I like the broad strokes of their characters (person who routinely goes out and kills people for sport, Traveler who's married to a god and adopts other Travelers, tiny chaos gremlin, older gremlin who likes to gamble and inspire revolutions) but I think we could do with some major cosmetic changes. It's like 2 AM for me so I'll see if you have any ideas first.

I do like Technoblade's skull thing, I want that to stay too.

I agree. I think we had it somewhere that travlers (or maybe it was just the sleepy crew?) Have one specific look but it changed form depending on what dimension they’re in. Like, “Wilbur” could go to SaiSai and would still be undeniably “Wilbur” but he could be any one of the sentient races there, like a Seafolk or landwalker. Or “technoblade” would be a piglin in Quarry. Maybe they can be biologically (or the gods equivalent) to explain why they can do this, especially considering sleepy is a notoriously faint world. The changing would make sense if they were from it?

Also, what would you think about changing the gender of some of the characters? It’s mostly guys because that’s what the people just happened to be but since we’re not tied anymore we can make it a bit more diverse/even.

[lehhoh7822]

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.

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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…

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

There is no venom in me

by ErissTheMean

“You just… have to work your snake charm on the nobles. Help us out. If they find anything, and they will, we’re like sitting ducks. Ready for hunt, nothing more, nothing else. If you can… If you just manage… So at least Essempi doesn’t fucking murder us in our sleep.”

Wilbur choked on his own breath. Impossible. It was impossible, he couldn’t mean that Soot, that Empire, that Essempi-!

“If they don’t take you, I don’t know how we will avoid full out war. You said it yourself, for fucks sake!”

Wilbur sobbed.

“I died. I think I died,” he breathed.

________ Or: Wilbur Ash gets isekaid into a novel he hates, into a character he despises. As the new Wilbur Soot, his goal is simple: he has to survive.

Words: 10738, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Isekai, Dimension Travel, Not Really Character Death, Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Wilbur Soot, but in actuality its wilbur ash, Snake Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), political prisoner, Restraints, Kidnapping, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Antarctic Empire Faction on SMPEarth (Video Blogging RPF), L'Manberg | L'Manburg on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), SMP Spelled as Essempi | Essempe | Essempy, make believe politics, im trying but it doesnt mean that countries should be run like this okay, Dark Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Dark TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Anxious Wilbur Soot, Secret Identity, Secret Identity Fail, Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, he will receive it against his will, Manipulative SBI, Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Background Relationships, background karlnapity and awesompank, Mentioned Dream SMP Ensemble, Actor Wilbur Soot, truck kun doesnt get to kill wilbur to isekai him, gun kun does it though, Smoker Wilbur Soot, but wilbur ash is not and he suffers, Drug Withdrawal, instincts, Self-Harm, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[sing-me-under]

AO3 has so many fucking Dream SMP fics that I’m actually suffering while setting up the filters because even after two years, the DSMP community on AO3 is still dogshit at tagging.

I’m specifically looking for fics that are not SBI or Bench Trio centric, but I’m not opposed to reading Tommy-centric fics as long as their not SBI or Bench Trio-focused. It’s fine if they’re in there, but I really don’t want it to be the primary dynamic.

I also don’t want to read anything with the cc!s unless it’s the cc!s crossing into the DSMP universe but trying to filter out the RPF from the fictional RP is a fucking nightmare.

I don’t want to read apologists fics of any character nor do I want fics that villainize any characters (I’m specifically referring to the ones where they bash on c!Quackity because uwu c!dream). Fics that actually have characterization beyond shallow tropes are highly preferred.

I would HIGHLY PREFER to read something original that isn’t just the same superpower AU rehashed a hundred times over. I have an interest in villain!Tommy where he’s genuinely a little shit and not a vigilante or a corrupted government’s hero turned anti villain. I like the superhero AU but boy oh boy am I sick of the extremely traumatized child soldier/escaped lab rat c!TommyInnit AUs.

I’m not particularly interested in Eggpire-centric fics because I like the canon Eggpire as it is. Similarly, I’m not interested in SkepHalo as anything more than a background pairing.

I don’t want to read self inserts or blatant wish fulfillments. I don’t want to read excessive hurt/no comfort. Comfort/no hurt would be great, but I’m not opposed to satisfying amount of angst.

I really really REALLY do not want to read finale fix it/rewrites because they tend to either have c!Tommy kill c!Dream and I cannot reiterate just how much that is a terrible idea or they’re written by a c!Dream apologist. Unless the fic is a genuine exploration of the finale rather some shallow wish fulfillment, I have absolutely no interest in it.

I like canon divergent AUs. I also like canon adjacent AUs. I really like dimension/time travel fics.

I would not be against rereading every c!Karlnapity fic under the sun again, but I do that on a weekly basis so like.

Aside from the fiancés and staged duo, I have no interest in any ship fics. And because I really like the fiancés, I especially don’t want to read fics where the author ignores their relationship if it’s a fic focused on any of the three because it’s such a critical part of their characters??? Like, it doesn’t need to be a romantic engagement. Hell, they could even just be very best friends, but like, don’t write them as if they don’t care about each other.

(On a similar note, I especially don’t want to read fics where any of the three fiancés are shipped with another character.)

Anyway. I have very specific taste and the Dream SMP tag on AO3 is far too over saturated with everything I don’t want to read.

PLEASE LET ME OPEN THE DREAM SMP TAG ON AO3 WITHOUT BEING BOMBARDED BY DNF AND SBI. PLEASE. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO READ SO I CANT JUST DIG INTO A SPECIFIC TAG BUT JUST GOING THROUGH THE BASIC FANDOM TAG IS LIKE WADING THROUGH QUICKSAND.

[anonymous-dentist]

if we're talking karlnapity fairytale stories. have you ever seen Enchanted (2007)? because they're so *head-in-the-clouds guy from another dimension/knight who'd just launch himself into a portal after his fiancé with zero hesitation/divorce lawyer who once loved and it got him hurt*

I haven’t watched Enchanted because I wasn’t allowed kids movies growing up but? That sounds perfect? Karl deserves to be a Disney princess. Sapnap deserves to be hot. Quackity deserves two hot idiots in his life.

[psych-a-relic]

Karl hops into alternate universes searching for Sapnap and Quackity in each one. In each they are tied together somehow, and although he forgets a lot about them they will always be familiar because he has known them in every. Single. Lifetime.

[dnf-fic-recs]

Any soulmate au recs? Maybe a slowburn?

After Fire by pinktintedskies - Brief Dreamnap, later Karlnap, platonic Wilburblade

In a world where you have matching birthmarks with your soulmate, Dream and George weren't soulmates. In fact, they couldn't stand each other.

Had Dream's family not been the host family to George, a foreign exchange student from England, they'd have nothing to do with each other. However, after months of throw-away insults and many rude gestures, George is approached by his host "brother" asking for a favor:

A roadtrip up the East coast.

stay (you are my soulmate) by Anonymous

Life seemed to shove Dream and George together, through universes and dimensions, like rubber bands knotted together, bands that always bounced back to each other, no matter how far they got pulled apart.

-

or, seven lives that dreamnotfound meet in.

inkling by alltimecharlo

Clay feels like he’s been living his life leading up to this very day, his eighteenth birthday, waiting impatiently for black ink to scrawl across his skin.

George feels like he’s been living half of his life, not having heard a word from his soulmate through their bond since his eighteenth birthday almost three years ago.

August 12th, their worlds finally collide.

[a dnf soulmate au where words written on the skin are shared between a soulmate pair]

sweet dreams, salty waves by luckylikeyou

George begins waking up every night on a completely desolate beach save for one unfamiliar stranger. He’s not sure where they are or why he’s meeting this man every night in his dreams, but as they quickly become closer, he wants to believe it’s fate.

Spoiler Alert by mini_puffs

“Man, I can’t believe Dumbledore died.”

Whirling around, he grabs whoever said it by the arm and turns to face them. “You,” he accuses, channeling years worth of disappointment and rage into his tone. He’s been waiting for this moment since the day he knew what his wrist read. “You’re the one!”

Or: The first words your soulmate will say are written on your wrist, but George has no idea what to do with his.

[dreamsclock]

I got tagged, by a friend who hates me, clearly. But I love prompts.

I need Karlnapity in my life. Can I get some good old cuddling after a long day? Please ;-;

I miss them-

i’m not the best at writing soft stuff, but hey, i gave it a go :DD c!karlnapity is one of my only comfort ships so i had a lot of fun trying this :)) hope it turned out well !! i love writing them <33

warnings: none !

Quackity snores.

“Quackity,” Karl mock-whispers, “you’re hogging the blankets.”

Quackity snores.

“Quackity. I know you’re awake, nimrod. You literally just argued with Sapnap, there’s no way you’re asleep already.”

Quackity snores. There’s a tiny smirk on his face as he pulls the blankets closer to him, and settles more comfortably in bed.

Karl scowls. And then his face morphs into a wicked grin.

Moments later, Quackity is not snoring, he’s yelping, sitting sharply upright in bed and shooting Karl with the most betrayed look he possibly can. “So you hate me,” he says, dramatically, blinking water out his eyes and shivering, wrapping the sheets around him and pulling them completely from his two fiances, “what, you got mad at me, so you want to make me freeze to death. That’s your evil plan.”

Unable to help himself, Karl laughs, trying to keep his voice down so he doesn’t wake Sapnap. “Yeah, no, that’s been my big plan this whole time,” he says, trying to keep a straight face, “that’s why I proposed to you in the first place, so I could wake you up one night with splashing cold water on you. You caught me.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, Karl Jacobs,” Quackity accuses, scowling, “now I’m cold and need another fucking blanket. You’ve fucked things up for all three of us, now.”

“Stop bein’ a baby,” Sapnap mumbles, voice thick with sleep, “an’ just come sleep closer to me. I’m plenty warm, see?”

Karl shuffles closer, and his face lights up. “Holy cow,” he says, brightening, “pretty smart of us to fall in love with a Blaze hybrid, right, Q? Q- Oh my God.”

He claps a hand over his mouth, giggling uncontrollably. Quackity has already lodged himself around Sapnap, wrapping his limbs around the younger and drifting back to sleep, not letting go even for a second. For a moment, he debates getting up and taking a picture, but it’s too much effort, and he’s sleepy.

“Real smart,” Sapnap agrees with a yawn, “I’m warm and hot.”

“I’m hotter,” Quackity says, voice heavy with sleep, “come the fuck closer, Karl. You’re far away.”

Happy to oblige, Karl shuffles himself closer, draping a hand across his fiances to keep them close. Sapnap’s skin is Nether-hot, but unlike the other dimension, it’s comfortable and bearable. Already half asleep, Karl tilts his head towards the others, heart warm with affection for the two of them.

“Dream well,” he tells them, and Sapnap’s lips upturn in a smile, “g’night.”

“Night,” Sapnap murmurs, one hand nestling in Karl’s hair and the other gently tangling in Quackity’s wings, and as they drift off to sleep that night, basking in each other’s company, all of them at peace as the sun slowly rises over the horizon.

[thatoneao3writer]

(5/?)

Right. So. On to the actual story.

There are more people from timeline a on this particular adventure than in the timeline b crossover. First, we have Karl, because while there could theoretically be another way for the group to accidentally travel back in time and create an alternate timeline, it’s far easier to just include Karl.

Additionally, we have Sapnap, Quackity, Sam, Ponk, Antfrost, and Philza Minecraft. There are… a variety of reasons that I chose this particular set of people, but I’m gonna wait until they become relevant.

This would take place slightly before the Crimsonpocalypse, and definitely after the Traffic Stop Incident (the whole thing where Bad, Tommy, and Skeppy nearly got arrested by the Green Lanterns). So basically, everyone (except Phil) knows that Bad is Saint. Hence the meme I sent in discord earlier:

(If the meme isn’t here, assume I forgot to add it after copy-pasting this from my notes app)

Further things that are important to note, timeline-wise: The audience and probably a decent chunk of the characters already know that Bad’s mom was a fallen angel. Ant hasn’t found out that the cats are actually eldritch entities. Also, while Ant, Sam, and Ponk all know that Bad is Saint, they don’t really have the best grasp of what that means, either in terms of the effect it has on Bad or Bad’s role in larger events. This is probably where that starts to sink in. Additionally, Sapnap definitely knows about the connections between his, Bad’s, and Puffy’s backstories at this point.

I’m not 100% sure how this particular configuration of people ended up all time traveling back to 1096 together. If anyone has any ideas, please feel free to share. I’m thinking maybe Karlnapity was planning on going on a date or something and the others accidentally tagged along? Somehow? Either way, when they arrive, they decide to embrace the opportunity and stay for a bit. (Phil starts getting nostalgic. He’s been around for a while.)

Before they go to actually do anything, Karl gives everyone the whole speech about being careful not to mess with anything important. Don’t change anything you already know happened, don’t kill anyone, minor historical anachronisms are fine, just keep it small enough that future historians will assume it’s a hoax, etc., etc. (Sapnap and Quackity already know this because they’ve probably gone on several time travel adventures with Karl at this point).

Then, with that taken care of, they all head out and wander around a bit. Somehow, they end up killing a member of the Crimson’s cult. (My guess is, like, they get into a fight with the guy, and one of them accidentally causes a building to collapse or something and that’s how it happens).

Anyway, after that, they decide it’s probably best to head back. So they do. But, like when timeline b formed, it’s clear something’s gone wrong. Everyone sees flashes of events that never happened in their timeline, Karl quickly explains what’s happening, and they all brace for the worst.

…

Sapnap finds himself in the corner of a dimly lit bedroom. A child is being tucked into bed. By some miracle, everyone is facing away from him, so he goes unnoticed.

The child demands a story. A specific story, one he has heard many times before. His parents oblige. The story tells of the rise of a power hungry and tyrannical ruler. It tells of desperation and battles and great losses. It tells of miracles, of portals opening at the last second, of allowing whole villages of refugees through before collapsing, trapping the tyrant who chased them in the dimension from which they came. The story tells of how the family’s ancestors came to this planet from the Nether. The story tells of the Crimson.

Eventually the child drifts off, and Sapnap is left standing in the corner, trying to process this. They’re speaking as if the Crimson is a threat long past, something no one has considered a threat for millennia, as opposed to just decades, like in his timeline. Before the parents leave, he clears his throat. They turn towards him. He watches a flurry of emotions cross their faces. Shock, giving way to defensiveness, (they move between him and the child, which he thinks is fair, given the circumstances). Then defensiveness gives way to confusion.

Sapnap starts to try to explain, as best he can. The father looks back and forth between him and the child and the mother, as if he’s trying to piece together some sort of puzzle.

“Wait… Sapnap?” he interrupts.

Sapnap stops.

He never told them his name.

Realization dawns on both his face… and his mother’s.

-🤺

... oh dear

This is amazing fencer

-💮

[thecatchat]

What would we rename skeppy and BBH I have an idea I want to write

Probably something after lava (bbh) and coal/diamond (Skeppy).

Actually, Lave is apparently a real name from Italy meaning "burning rock". Agner means "diamonds". Would those work? I do have my symbolism book, I can quickly flip through to see if I find anything if you'd like?

[karlnapitydimensions]

A sneak peek of "The Zeal of Hep"

The sneak peek will be under the cut so people can avoid spoilers! Let me know what you think or any predictions for what will happen in the story! Comments like those are real motivation boosters!

- CK

"Sapnap felt the stress of the situation rolling off his shoulders as he closed the door behind him. Hep, the accidental fusion of Quackity and Karl, was still rambling on and on and on. As far as he could tell they hadn't paused for a breath and he was starting to wonder if they even needed to breath at all.

They'd been found and picked up by some science organization within minutes of landing in the dimension. Apparently, one of their own members had become a Traveler and had been terrified by their first experience in another dimension. Of course, Karl had run off to help while he and Quackity got a tour of some of the inventions they had. They were in the middle of watching... something with a name that he couldn't pronounce, when Karl had burst in the doors and into Quackity. Both tumbled into the machine and by the time it was turned off, Hep was standing in their place."

[thebadchoicemachine]

Hey, since we're rebooting the Karlnapity Dimensions to the Kelidescope Dimensions, should I create a fresh, new Google doc for us to put and organize all our information in? I've been looking for things to do as I currently don't have many time commitments other than walking the dog and dnd.

It would be nice to change the names to the current ones and possibly bring up all kinds of ideas. I'd also probably put a rough timeline of events together. Just, something I could do.

Yeah! I was just thinking about that

[the-fate-of-aspen-fall]

A Bit Out Of Style

HNG CHERRY YOU CAN’T JUST GIVE ME A GOOD PROMPT LIKE THAT IOWEJFJIWEF thank you @king-eret (cherry) for your lovely karlnapity prompt Prompt: Time traveler Karl meeting the bois for the first time

Karl had never held attachment to the dimensions he traveled to, he’d simply jump, explore, repeat. He paid no mind to those who stared, or to anyone actually. He never messed up, he’d calculate and feel the thrill of satisfaction when he arrived in his intended timeline. So it was a surprise when he miscalculated his destination, landing in an unfamiliar taiga biome surrounded by an ugly old cobblestone wall.  Karl stretched, flexing his fingers as he reached out to touch the fuzzy moss growing along the crevices of the unstable wall. Really, it looked like it was about to fall over. He hummed quietly, feeling along for a few steady holds. He tightened his grip and pressed his boots to the wall, stiffening as a few rocks crumbled below his feet. He waited until all was still before continuing, hauling himself up the wall until he reached the top. He silently steadied himself as he stood, faintly making out some buildings in the distance. A cobblestone tower? God, where the fuck was he?  He walked along the wall, his boots leaving a faint trail of muddy footprints. Karl reached the crumbling end of the wall rather quickly, carefully picking his way down until he reached the solid ground. He quickly dusted off his favorite hoodie before looking up. The buildings weren’t too far, he could probably make it with a pearl or two. He rummaged through his belongings, securing two of the strange cloudy eyes. He flipped his bag back over his shoulder making a running start before throwing a pearl, it took a few moments before he landed several feet ahead, landing a bit unnaturally. No biggie, it wasn’t like he broke anything. He launched another pearl, this time his landing wasn’t so lucky, he landed with a thud on something surprisingly soft. It also smelled rather nice, like blackberry and plum with a hint of cinnamon- “Hey could you get off?” A muffled voice asked from below him, Shit he’d landed on a person- “Oh yeah- sorry.” He scrambled off, his voice cracking a little at the end.  Karl stood, watching the other person stand. The first thing Karl noticed was that they were a fair bit shorter than him. The second thing he noticed was their face. Holy shit were they gorgeous. They had raven hair that was up in spacebuns, their bangs framing their face perfectly. Their eyes were a deep brown, it reminded Karl of the trunks of the trees in the taiga. They had rosy cheeks and pink lips, Karl couldn’t help but stare. “See something you like?” They giggled, snapping Karl out of his thoughts. “I- uhm- no- I mean- yes? Maybe-” Karl stammered, letting his gaze fall to the floor. They laughed, it sounded like an angel had come down and spared a moment with Karl. “I’m Sapnap. The best man to ever grace this server.”  Karl laughed breathlessly. “I’m Karl. Karl Jacobs.” He held out his hand, and the moment Sapnap took it he instinctively kissed it. His face turned red as a cherry, that wasn’t what he’d meant to do. “Shit I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry-” Sapnap’s face was a light pink. “It’s no problem, you sure do like making first impressions don’t you pretty boy?”  If Karl’s face could get any redder it would’ve. “I wouldn’t say I’m pretty per say..” Sapnap shook his head. “Sure..” His tone was teasing. “Anyways! Welcome to the Dream SMP, I can show you around Mr. Jacobs.” Karl nodded wordlessly, he wouldn’t have been able to say a word anyways.  ______ Sapnap grinned, gesturing at the Community House. “....and this concludes your tour of the-”  “SAPNAP!” A voice screamed, it was shrill and almost hurt Karl’s ears. Sapnap let out an audible sigh, turning to face the man in a beanie hurtling towards them. “Yes, Quackity?” Who Karl supposed was Quackity answered. “I saw you talking to-” He turned to look at Karl. “--eyyy guapito...” He smirked, taking a bold step towards Karl. Karl had to admit, Quackity was attractive too, why did both of the only men he’d spoken to so far have to be hot?  Sapnap groaned. “Q, please don’t flirt with Karl. He’s new.” “Karl, ey? Good name, I’m Quackity.” Quackity introduced himself, bowing dramatically. “I noticed.” Karl murmured, laughing quietly. “Oh, I like him!” Quackity laughed, clapping enthusiastically. Karl grinned, fidgeting with his sleeves. I think I’m gonna like it here.

[ksqwildwest]

Hello! This post is to let you all know, there is a post containing a non-canon crossover between this AU and another AU of mine called Karlnapity Dimensions AU! You can find it under the tag "Karlnapity Dimensions" on my main blog @thecatchat ! If you have any questions or ideas for the cross over, please ask them on that blog. I want to keep this blog mostly cannon stuff from this AU, any thing non Canon would be events like the "ask the town" event.