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Title: The happy masquerade

Words: 2092 Ship: Pumpkinduo

Warning: Mild gore, character death (not forever), obsessive love.

Summary: Glatt figures one way to make Quackity happy, no matter if Quackity agrees with that method or not.

Soft thuds of horse hooves stepping on sand could be heard on the empty landscape, swooshing of sand travelling down with every taken step. Quackity was using one arm to cover up the one good eye that he still had to prevent the flying sand from messing with his vision. He was still questioning how sane or reasonable it was to make all this travel just to see the ghost, who decided to put in the extra work of leaving letters behind instead of talking to the duck hybrid directly. Not that Schlatt was ever good at communicating.

Its not like Quackity has an entirely free schedule. Why is he even bothering to show up. Its not like he is going to hear anything new, he didn’t get the book, his country needs a total reconstruction, there is no spot for this meeting to be squeezed in. Yet he still goes there. Quackitys grip on the lead strengthens as he contemplates turning around. Not getting much time for the decision when his mare stops on her own in front of the entrance to the cave. Nothing really changed here, the entrance is the same, shitty and handmade turnstiles. Not like those could hold anyone back, even if Schlatt insisted that Quackity pays to enter, those metal bars are turning with the slightest amount of push, not having any mechanism that would make it payment dependent.

Quackity let out a long exhale before jumping off his horse, slightly tapping the side of her long face, looking around, having to fully turn his head because of the limited vision available, stepping over to one of the metal bars, tying the leash to it before jumping over the turnstiles, landing with a dull thump as his dark leather shoes met the stone floor. Despite the high temperatures outside, the cave stayed pleasantly cool on the inside thanks to the thick layers of rocks that served as an isolator, not absorbing the heat of the sunlight. All of the feathers on the mans body rose and ruffled at the sudden change before laying back into place.

-Sweetheart! I knew that you would come!- The overly enthusiastic tone of the ghosts voice rushed to disturb the almost peaceful quiet, causing Quackity to frown. No matter what sweet name Schlatt said, it always sounded fake. The voice was genuine. Quackity knew him for long enough to tell apart the tones that he used and this one, it was genuine. Maybe that was what was throwing him off or maybe he was overthinking every word, every gesture this ghost made.

-You said it was important. I don’t have the whole day.- The owner of Las Nevadas tried to stay cold and professional in the ghosts presence, though it clearly didn’t give an intimidating effect, considering what a soft smile bloomed on the grey face. The ghost was making smooth steps forwards, barely touching the ground.

-Of course its important! I wanted to talk about us.- the man tilted his head, slightly twitching with the long sheep ears.

-Are you…serious right now? I already told you, there is no “us”, Schlatt…- Quackity was interrupted by a loud exclaim.

-Glatt!-

Quackitys brows furrowed, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched up in a discomfort expression.

-You are working for me. We are not together. Is it really something that is hard to understand?- Glatt only blinked at him a few times, even though both of them knew that he had no need to do so. He let out a low chuckle.

-I don’t know what you are talking about, pumpkin. We are married…I think, you are just so…so stressed out by everything- with a soft smile, the ghost took a step closer. -Handling this all on your own…everyone messing with your mind…when was the last time that you were happy, my dear? It must be so painful…all this living, trying to survive…suffering and worst of all, remembering all of it…- Glatts eyes softened, imitating a sympathetic expression, even though his eyes were deprived of life. Quackity huffed with annoyance, he was just wasting his time here. Of course the only thing Schlatt wanted was to rub the duck hybrids failures in his face, even if it was done with a mask of genuine adoration, that seemed to never fade. The ghost seemed to never stop smiling. Not picking up hints when people were annoyed with him, trying to “fix” relationships that are in ruins through words and soft gestures.

-If talking was all you wanted to do then you are wasting my time, Schlatt.- the man rolled his eyes before turning with the heels of his shoes to face the entrance, feeling a prickling feeling in his throat, as if the very atoms of the air have turned into crystals of ice, piercing the inside of his neck, a shiver ran down the duck hybrids spine as he could feel the temperature drop.

-Its…not very nice to turn your back to me, while I am talking, Alex- the ghosts voice was heavy from cold, calculated hurt. The rock ceiling seemed to crumble, smaller pebbles were falling down and the cave seemed to move, the metal bars stuck in the solid structure moved, seemingly opening a straight escape but soon the falls seemed to close off, as the pebbles and bigger stones rushed to “repair” the open wall. There was no time to pay attention to that detail when the man began to hear a faint sound inside the stone walls, as if they were hollow. Clinking that echoed through the cave. Quackity never saw Glatt use any weapon and he wasn’t sure, what he had to look for.

The yellow feathers on Quackitys body rose to alarm as he slowly placed his hand on the handle of his netherite axe. The mans heart fastened its beat, wanting him to move, rushing adrenaline through his body. Quackity was frantically turning his head, trying to follow the sound of metallic rattling, as his breath fastened, coming out in clouds, when he returned his gaze forward and opened his mouth to say something, his mouth fell close as he couldn’t see the ghost in front of himself anymore. The man took his axe fully out, starting to take steps back, still turning his head, trying to predict the trajectory of anything that would be aimed his way. He could hear a high-pitched sound, how something was cutting through air but before he managed to turn his head and swing his axe, a chain went right through his non-seeing eye, a loud crack echoed against the walls of the cold cave.

The axe fell to the ground with a sharp clung as Quackity couldn’t keep his grip any longer, leaning forward but not meeting the ground himself. Glatt materialized back into vision in front of him, holding his body and slowly lowering himself on his knees, taking Quackity with him, as the sharp pain was paralyzing the man’s body.

-Shh…just a little bit longer…I promise that this will make everything better…- he was whispering softly, with the warmth care in his voice, as blood was streaming down Quackitys face. The duck hybrids hands were trembling, he struggled to coordinate them, trying to touch his face and form a grip on the part of the chain that was sticking out, blood pouring out of his mouth as he was trying to say something, not able to turn his gaze away as every movement of his eyeball was influencing the pierced socked, causing more pain to bloom in his head.

-I wouldn’t try to pull it out, love…you know how much more messy that would be…- Glatt reached up to take Quackitys hand in his own, intertwining their fingers, forcefully pulling the mans hand closer to himself to press a kiss against the back of the ducks hand.

-As soon as your heart stops beating…you will forget that this ever happened, I promise…and we can be together. You and me….just like you always wanted…like what you talked about when we were waking up together…- letting go of the mans hand, Glatt reached towards his face, gently brushing the blood off of the corner of his lips. -Do you still want a garden wedding?-

Quackity couldn’t look away, trying to say something, trying to curse the ghost out, trying to muster the most loathsome expression but everything was just overturned by the pain that was spreading in his body, the corners of his remaining vision were slowly turning to black. The only thing that was an indicator to his consciousness still being there, was the soft humming that was coming from the ghost that was holding him and softly brushing with his thumb over the bright, yellow ear-wings.

There wasn’t much time needed for Quackitys body to go completely limp, there was no heartbeat to count and the blood finally stopped pouring. The ghost still gave it a few minutes, sitting in silence before slowly pulling out the chain, letting the remaining blood mix in with the fluid from the mans eye. Glatt carefully lowered the body, so the duck would stay with his head on the ghosts lap, pulling his own sleeve over his grey hand to slowly brush off the blood and clean his lovers face. The sound of rocks moving back into place, accompanied their quiet time together, as the sun outside was slowly setting down. It’s a shame that Glatt doesn’t posses any bandages but he knows what alternative he can use, after all, the dead should be treated with respect and he knows how important that was to his fiancé.

Leaving the mans body on the floor, the ghost got up to float over to his chest and roam through it, continued to hum an old-fashioned song before he managed to get out some flowers, white, yellow and red. He looked down at the bottom of the chest that contained some of Ghostburs blue flowers but those were no fit for this funeral. Glatt made a sharp turn before returning to the body, using the stems of the flowers to combine them, making a flower crown first before adding a change, an round extension down, so it would cover up his sweet ducklings eye. The ghosts corners of the mouth formed a smile as he bowed down to press a kiss against the mans forehead. Now he only needs to put his lover to rest.

On the other side of the cave, stones started to move aside, opening a staircase that led down, glow lichen were spread along the path, illuminating the way. Glatt positioned one of his hand on Quackitys back and the other beneath his knees, picking the limp body up effortlessly, he was slowly walking down the hall till he finally reached the room that he prepared. A small, man-made river running across, from one end to another, planted grass with flowers, some handing vines with glow berries. Neither Schlatt or Glatt had a big passion for decorating but the ghost spend his time making this place worthy of his lovers body. The grave pit was positioned in the middle, surrounded by bright flowers.

Glatt took steps closer before kneeling down and softly placing his fiancé down in the pit on top of some sheets, so the rough ground wouldn’t be the only thing keeping him warm. Soon the pit started to fill up with soil, covering up the body that is cooling down.

-Soon…I will see you again, my love- the ghost softly whispered against the ground. Now its only the question of time, It doesn’t take long for ghosts to manifest, though they usually spawn farther away from the spot of their death. After all, seeing your own body would be rather distressing.

Glatt wandered outside, watching the moon rise to the sky, as the blue light illuminated him and his cave. As the only thing that was left to him was having patience to wait. The ghost closed his eyes, brushing with his thumb over the dried off blood on his sleeves.

-Glatt!- the ghost heard someone else’s voice, higher, softer, so familiar that made his dead heart wish to beat again. Soon he felt arms wrapping around his neck. -I found you!- Quackitys voices sounded genuine and joyful. -You did…you did, my love- Glatt slowly opened his eyes, reaching forward to wrap his arms around the young man, as his lips were forming a soft smile, slowly wagging with his tail.

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I probably reblogged it before but a masterpiece can be reblogged multiple times. (Don't mind me daydreaming about Quackity and Schlatt having a talk about non-binary spectrum and body-dysmorphia)

Im scared to post this lowkey but it took me forever ..... Have some refs raaaah and some little headcanons !!!!

I probably shouldve drawn my revSchlatt design but idk i wanted to draw his gay manburg cape

EDIT I FORGOT TO ADD THIS STUPID DOODLE WITH IT OK BYE

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Aw, thank you. You are so sweet, you are important too!

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Not saying that I want Schlatt pouring him drink....but I want Schlatt pouring him drinks...

We need more representation for c!Quackity not having depth perception (only seeing out of one eye/only having one eye).

Struggling to pour his own drinks because he can’t calculate how far away the container is from the glass, tripping on stairs, accidentally knocking things over, trouble picking things up, headaches from straining his working eye.

(Edit: lots of good points in reblogs so look at those aswell)

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schlatt has mentioned multiple times in chuckle sandwich how he hated the negative attention he got from just Being Part of the dsmp (which implies why he just. stopped after lnv ep1) and u kno i will never forgive any fan who sent hate his way bc u guys robbed us of a complete schlatt storyline . we will never see the schlatt dynamic with lnv and how he questions quackity's perspective of legacy as the cc often talks abt legacy himself and how we couldve got schlatt and charlie interactions and how schlatt would've realized that fundy still has his sword and how purpled still keeps the manberg flag close to him . not to have a chip on my shoulder but i do !

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painted a frame from my latest animation (animatic?)

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If c!Dream is your favorite....you don't need to justify his actions.

He is just a fucked up lil guy <3

Guy got too silly.

(I don't justify c!Schlatts actions, I love that he is a jerk. Babyboy <3)

plot twist NONE of them are your perfect pookie they are all in fact assholes (and that is why you should love them)

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I don't bring discourse to main usually but this is serious and messed up.

Treat people like people, you all.

And no. This is not "the same thing proshippers do". Because drawings aren't feeling.

You won't compare Quackitys cannibalism in the dsmp to real cannibalism acts and say you wish the real person would be killed by a real life cannibal.

If you support that type of behavior (the anti-behaviour. For clarification) just unfollow and block me. I don't want to be associated with something so disgusting and vile.

Fictional characters are never on the same level as real people.

Tiktok anti just made an edit of a proshipper w a actual pedophile

Antis don't care about victims. Antis don't care about children and teens. They just care about themselves.

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Even though this is important, I encourage you to be silent if you can suffer violence. You don't have to risk your health. Especially if you are a minor or dependent on your parent who are bigots.

Please stay safe.

The world is a better place with you in it.

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reblog if you ship a ship that's unhealthy, toxic and fucked up

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reblog if you ship a ship that's unhealthy, toxic and fucked up

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Does anyone here like. Actually have a life outside of tumblr-?

I sure as hell don't

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Not sure about canon, in my HC...Kallamar remains so close to his bishop form (unlike his siblings that change form, looking more like giant animals) because he still wants that connection to his previous mortal life. He isn't weak per say, he has lots of weapons, definitely knows how to use them (I personally see him as one of the harder bosses) but he is afraid of death. Afraid to die.

He also seems to doubt Shamuras wisdom, he seemed to be the only one to not be sure if Shamura is actually right about Narinders plans. He said that he didn't listen. But he also didn't speak up because he is a "coward". (Plus, if Shamura was insistent on imprisoning Narinder, who they seemed to still love deeply. It would be obvious that they wouldn't mind to do the same to Kallamar if he would speak up. Which...explains the uncertainty of his language and all.)

are cone crowns weaker?

ratau and helob have cone crowns

2. Kallamar the only one of the bishops that uses weapons, maybe making up for something.

3. there seems to be a lot of insecurity in a lot of kallamar's words

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if you're worried about the new ToS for AO3, please remember that you are primed to distrust because of the way politics are intertwining with the internet right now. remember to look into definitions yourself, fact check, and look through the logic lense before jumping to conclusions.

AFAIK right now, the update clarifies terms that have already existed. it's not changing as much as it is clarity-rewriting. i'm still looking through the legalese (law student, i'm learning as I go) and I will be checking in again later, but don't despair.

however, don't get lax. download fics, connect with the authors, build out your communities. comment and bookmark and save, and please don't stop writing.

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Awww, thank you so much! Tastes so good for sure!