lasnevadasofficial

[lasnevadasofficial]

Before i made this blog i always wondered why rp blogs had those super complex tags that are usually semi-recognizable song lyrics in a fancy font but then I made this blog and I realized that if you make your ask tag something simple like, oh, i don't know, "#letters to quackity," then every single fucking person who just wants to look at "#quackity" content on tumblr dot com will see your long drawn out au roleplay of a minecraft character flirting with another minecraft character. I'm not upset at all haha *drawing fingernails slowly across the table and leaving obvious marks and sawdust*

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That...you shouldn't be taking your anger out on someone else.

I'm not sure if you would remember him, actually?

Do you, uh. Do you remember Dream?

[lasnevadasofficial]

It's okay, it's hard to deal with. Especially when you can't quite figure out how to deal with it, but you kinda just have to.

But I can't.

It's not that it's hard to deal with, I physically can't. I am so, so angry, and I can't even do anything about it because the person who made me angry didn't fucking mean to. I don't know what to do.

I used to just- just take it out on someone else. Someone who had done terrible things to so many people, i'd- i'd take it out on him, but now he's fucking got out, and i don't know what to do anymore.

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Quackity stifled his relief at Wilbur being willing to stay, opting to smile softly. He chuckled. "Your brother always comes first, doesn't he? Yeah, of course, it's not far at all, uh- just an hour's walk west. You could see him every day, if he doesn't come to you first."

He examined his cigarette, seeming burnt out by now. He took one last drag before turning to look at the table Tubbo kept on the porch. "He doesn't even have an ashtray. Good for him." And promptly crumpled the cigarette butt in his hand.

The sky slowly faded to gold, and Quackity looked up at the sunrise. "It's pretty, isn't it?"

He'd seen many a sunrise from the top of the Space Needle, under the same conditions, with light snow and swirling puffs of smoke going to converse with the clouds. It was special, though, when he could see the way it sparkled against the snowy trees and earth. He let out a small breath, the puff of white air innocently paler than previous cigarette smoke.

Late. Late at night, it was too late for there to be a loud bang outside. Too late for him to be dealing with the arguments from Dad and Techno. His head hurt and his eyes stung. Reluctantly, Wilbur gets up and throws his leather coat on. One of the only leather coats he'd seen down here in this cave. (Mum used to call it a lush cave. There was nothing lush about it in his opinion. The moss on his feet gets tiring.) He slips his glasses on and steps outside, wincing a bit when the glowberry light hits him. "Tommy?" he calls, in that accent. "Are you two home?"

((Set towards the beginning of the au, when Q comes down to get Wil.))

Quackity was not used to the stone. It felt like the walls were closing him in as he shuffled down the hall, brushing uncomfortably against his wings. “Fuck,” he hissed when he stumbled over a large rock in the floor. Who can live like this?

That’s when he hears it.

“Tommy? Are you two home?”

Well. That certainly sounded like a british guy.

He stayed silent for a moment, wondering if he should go find the guy to make sure it’s wilbur, or just call for him now.

Nobody ever said I was particularly smart.

“Hello??”

[lasnevadasofficial]

Okay, I just finished it! And, sorry, but I had to write all of that down. So I could remember everything possible. But I promise nobody will see it besides me and maybe Sapnap. Okay?

...okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry. Fuck, i'm really sorry, i'm- i'm not good at this.

[lasnevadasofficial]

No, I- I know what it means. I just...

That's all a lot. Like, a lot-a lot. I think you should take a moment to calm down, and we can try talking then? I think everything will go better if we aren't just cussing each other out.

Okay, so, if you're back after your breather... that was a lot of information. I'm gonna take a minute to write it down, okay? And your name. Promise.

You-

You promise? You promise you'll- you'll write it down, and we can do it this time? This is it, okay. If you- if you forget again, that's it. I'll stop.

I- okay, if you do write it down, maybe cut out the bit about the, uh- the boots. And Game of Thrones. And the debt, also, the casino debt, I would rather that not be in writing anywhere. And Wilbur.

I'm- i'm sorry I got angry. I hate having emotions when I don't even have the means to do something about them.

Please actually cut out the bit about Wil, though.

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Estrellito?

..."my little star."

Old nickname.

[lasnevadasofficial]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot. And I'm sorry about something that is outside of my control. Does that help?

No, not really.

I recognize that it's not in your control. Okay? I get that. I just-

I'm mad and i can't direct it at anyone because no one's done anything wrong except me.

That hurts.

So I'm- i'm giving up.

I know, to you, it seems like I just started, but i've been doing this back and forth thing and trying to help you and I. I think i'm just done. I think i'm done. I'm sorry.

When you forget again, and you come to me again with the whole "You seem familiar" speil, I think i'll just tell you what you want to know and let you forget again. Cuz I can't do it.

And it doesn't matter what I tell you now, because you'll forget anyway.

You'll just forget whatever I tell you. I could say anything.

I loved you so- so fucking much! You're beautiful and funny and selfless and I wanted to hold you, and be with you, and you'll forget! I always loved when you made that- that face, you make, the one where you concentrate and squint and stick out your tongue. I kept all the old notes you left me. I burned your favorite book, though. I'm scared, and Iove you, and I wish I had your memory problems so I could forget anything ever happened between us! I wish I could forget you the way you always forget me!

I sing in the shower, and the debt to that one casino from the bank isn't paid off and I lied about it. Dream scares me, and I wear really tall boots to seem taller, and I don't actually watch Game of Thrones, I just say I do to seem cool, and I think Wilbur is hot as fuck, and I think your eyes are pretty.

There! All my secrets! Now go fucking forget me, estrellito.

[lasnevadasofficial]

I... I didn't know it was that bad. I don't know. I'll find my way back when I forget again, I guess.

Fuck.

[lasnevadasofficial]

It's not my choice what I forget. Don't act like this is my fault when we barely know each other. Please.

I didn't lie, I don't lie. I'm sure it just slipped my mind to write you down. That's on me.

I-

I'm sorry. I really am.

I'm sorry it slipped your mind to write me down, after so many nights I spent crying over a fucking memory problem. I'm sorry I can't be understanding and accepting when you forget, over and over again, to do these things, and I'm sorry that it's not your fault and I can't fucking stop myself from getting upset with you anyway-

That's- that's fine! That's fine.

I'm fine.

You know what, it doesn't matter. I'm- I don't care that we barely know each other. I don't, because i'm- I am so fucking done reminding you over and over, I-

I'm done with it.

I do mean it. We're back to square one, so please read my bio one more time. Do not interact.

I'm sorry.

[lasnevadasofficial]

I... I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay, okay, that's fine, this is fine, this is-

Fuck, no, it's not. It's not fine.

You said you'd- you wouldn't forget. You tried, you said you'd write me down. You promised. You- We said this time would be different.

Did you just lie?

Again?

No. No, i'm calm, about this. I'm calm. I- i'm- i'm sorry, I just-

Do you not remember anything about how we talked?

Am I really that easy to forget??

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Yes, I'm Karl, but we haven't talked before.

You-

Did- did you forget?

No. No no, we- you said- you can't have forgotten again, we talked, you- I tried so hard. I tried so hard. This is a joke, right??

[lasnevadasofficial]

Oh, um... I think my fiancé and I can't interact then,

Oh.

Is- are you- Karl?

I mean, I said it was okay for you. Because we talked, right? Unless you're Sapnap?

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So I'm guessing it's not every Sapnap then as well? (Hopefully...)

Not EVERY sapnap.

I know he tries. I'm still on bad terms with him, though.

If you happen to be named sapnap (weird name but pop off i guess?) And you don't wear a white bandana or kill pets as a hobby, you're free to interact

[lasnevadasofficial]

Oh, alright! You feel... familiar. Guess you just have one of those writing styles?

I guess. I don't know any other Karl's, though.

I try to sound as official as possible, but certain emotions bleed into my voice. You could have seen my writing anywhere, considering I built this city.

[lasnevadasofficial]

Is it every Karl on your dni, or just one specifically-? Asking for personal reasons, heh.

Uh. Just the one. If you happen to be named Karl and you do not, in fact, wear a multicolor hoodie and think im a murderer, you're fine

(Even though that other Karl I referenced is on sort-of-kind-of okay terms after a bit of talking with me now so dw about it anyway)

[lasnevadasofficial]

Well, off I go. I have some... magma to deal with. In my home. It's a real issue

Well that sounds annoying. Thanks for stopping by. -:]