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breadly-art · 11 days ago
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Don't you dare kiss me
A cover for my Pumpkinduo Noir!AU fanfic 🖤
Read on AO3:
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artza3w · 5 months ago
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Chat- if i make a Tommy central fanfic, would ppl read it???? 👀👀👀
Heres jus sum details
-Its a hero/villain universe, Tommys in school, Purpled is somehow(ik how) connected to him, The only ship id prob have in here are Mumza and Philza, and Pumpkin duo (MAYBE), Tommy is family-less (bc angst 😍), sum big finales here and there, more trauma and some sbi family time ^^
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almostdeath · 10 months ago
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I made a promise and I kept it. Here is the one shot. Its relatively small but I really like those boys.
LN!Quackity/Glatt
No actual warnings, alcohol, casino and other adult topics are there but no NSFW. Enjoy!
Good luck kiss
A cacophony of voices could be heard outside the walls of the casino, as a new day has begun or well, it would be more accurate to say that the day in the casino never ends. In the city where the majority of humanities vices are legal, the casino is open 23 hours a day, the hour in which a massive break takes place is the time where the business restokes the storage of beverages and food, emptying the machines of the money that people mindlessly lose with the hopes of luck being on their side. Some processes can be seen as automated as the machines and cash register seem to open on their own without a key needed. Though its not the advanced technology that makes it possible but rather a spiritual power.
Glatt was sitting on the bar stool next to one of the most profitable parts of the establishment, some may argue that the only money spend on the drinks is coming from the ghost himself, but he brushes those jokes aside, as they are way too obvious in his opinion. The ghost was leaning back, sipping on the burning booze that was filling up his glass but had no effect on him, using the free hand to wave around with fingers, manipulating the machines to open and empty themselves out. The days were passing in a routineus manner, not that he could complain, after losing the bet, he was in a rather “Win-win” scenario. He can stay and be his own person, instead of being in the need of bringing his alive version back, he had a place to stay, he had a clear purpose, and he was partially in control of things. It did remind him of Manbergs better days with one, noticeably clear difference. Quackity. The duck hybrid clearly changed. Besides of the obvious scar and a different outfit, he seemed more confident, not as naïve, and gullible, he may still not be the tallest person in a room, but he had the voice of a man, who knows what he wants. It wasn’t aligning with Glatts memories of him but sometimes, he could still see the man that he once married. The short-lived stutter in his voice when the ghost calls him an older pet name, the genuine smile that reaches the ducks eyes when he interacts with the younger members of Las Nevadas, the willingness to accept piles of works. The last part caused the ghost to furrow his eyebrows. He couldn’t remember why there were so many piles and why he simply left them on his VPs desk. It didn’t matter now but the holes in his memories were wearing a rather frustrating character. The man shook his head before his dead, amber eyes caught the glimpse of yellow feathers, when the owner of Las Nevadas let himself fall on the stool next to him.
Glatt let out a low chuckle before causing a bottle of strong beverage to float and pour its own content in another glass, pushing it towards the duck hybrid. Quackity looked at the ghost with his one seeing eye before stretching, putting one of his arms on his elbow, letting out a groan, stretching till there was an audible pop in his spine, causing his feathers to ruffle, puffing out before he relaxed his whole body, slamming his arms on the table and allowing his wings to fold tranquilly on his back., wrapping his fingers around the glass with the amber liquid in it, splashing against the transparent walls. -Rough hour boss?- there was a smirk on Glatts face, emitting a slight mockery as…yes in terms of their deal, Quackity would be his boss but none of them really used that term. The duck hybrid only rolled his one good eye, as the other kept unmoving. -As you can tell. We couldn’t get any lobster, so now three of the main dishes on the menu have to be scratched from it, till we get a delivery, two of the staff called in sick and I had to make a few phone calls to get a replacement, Fundy is complaining about needing a parental leave….he knows that we don’t have that here, right? Nowhere in the contract it says that this would be provided. So…I said that he can bring the kid if he has no nanny on this server.- the owner of the casino took a bigger sip from his drink, letting out a hot sigh and slamming the glass on the table, grimacing from the burning sensation in his mouth and throat, causing the ghost to burst into a laughter, which caused the colourful lights of the various machines to flicker. -Ya know, when I asked, I didn’t really think ya would dump this shit all over me but eh…ya know, my advice would be, buy frozen shit, cheaper and gets less worry….and look, I am no fucking babysitter, the kid is gonna get turned into some coat by the first convict. And speaking about kids. Tell the definitely human one to stop putting his damn goop inside the machines. Do I look like a mechanic or maid to ya? I agreed to run this hole, not clean it- Quackity only shook his head. -I will remind him. And…I don’t remember asking for your advice. Besides, you really think people wont notice me cheaping out?- the ghost only shrugged. -They will be too drunk and greedy to notice anything, pumpkin.- the ram hybrids ear twitched at the raising sound of voices talking behind the door, causing him to smirk. -Yar loyal fans are waiting for ya. Wanna get a good luck kiss, eh?- The ghost rested his head on the open palm of his arm, leaning on the bar counter, having a wide grin on his face. Quackity emptied his own glass, jumping off the stool, causing the heels of his shoes to clack against the floor, straightening his dress-shirt before looking at the ghost in a torn suit, under which was a blue sweater that stayed on him despite them being in a literal desert. He narrowed his eyes before scrunching up his nose and huffing. -I don’t need any luck, Glatt.- turning away and looking around before looking down at the ground, feeling the rows of yellow feather on his neck rise and fluff up, smirking before making an 180 turn on his heels, stepping over to the ghost. -But you definitely need some. After all, I expect great profit from your cooperation.- was uttered before the duck hybrid grabbed the man by one of the horns, pulling him down and uniting their lips in a rather passionate kiss. All light in the casino turned on, seeming like they are about to burn on the light bulbs, the establishment filled up with the noise of machines rapidly playing, slot machines were rapidly changing the pictures, the sound of coins shooting out of the winning sections and the repeated, robotic voice shouting “jackpot” was echoing.
Quackity took a step back, using the back of his palm to clean off his lips before walking off, leaving the ghost at the bar, and throwing one last sentence at him. -Seems like you have won something.-
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mega-tr4v3l-k4tty · 2 years ago
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Un dibujito de Jschlatt que hizo mi amiga @Kaiktwo de un fanfic pumpkin duo que estamos leyendo
Fanfic: Unforgiven
Author Ao3: @cottageaddict
Aquí el link del fanfic
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aypoksynasayee · 2 years ago
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/rp Fanart for the incredible fic greener grasses by Apocynaceae. This fic is a certifiied epic. I would describe it as: a dark Schlatt/Quackity modern-fantasy university AU... with post-apocalyptic elements... that slow-burn takes a nose-dive into being much bigger and weirder than that. You may notice the "SCP-inspired AU" tag on the fic; that's what caught my attention. The SCP inspiration is later in the fic and more conceptual and deep-cut than I was expecting; it's not the parts of SCP I expect to see in an SCP AU.
The pacing is masterful. The worldbuilding is also masterful. You know how a lot of weird-premise AUs seem like they're only maybe inspired by the source material but are kind of a platform for just writing a different fantasy story entirely? This isn't. Or, like, it could have chosen to be, the author clearly made up this intense and inspired magic system/worldbuilding for this fic and could have applied it to another story; but they didn't, and goddamn. Anyway, read this fic. (Do heed the tags.) Art is a rare tender moment from Book 2 of Schlatt braiding Quackity's hair while getting him to take a break from painting to eat a sandwich. Lord knows I'm a fluff enjoyer in general, but I cannot describe how broadly non-tender this fic is. it is dark and deeply weird. This scene is like fuckin 500,000 words in. and I like fluff at any point but like that far into this kind of story, the cheese sandwiches and the fact that Q paints for fun hit different. Do you know what I mean? It's a Total Eclipse by Annie Dillard kind of vibe.
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hitracks · 5 months ago
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This is my first time sending you an ask so HELLO :D Do you have any pumpkinduo fic recs? I haven't read any in a while and I would love to expand my bookmarks! Which is ironic because I've written a couple of pumpkinduo fics lol
HELLO !!!!!!! Yes, but not many cause I lowkey forget the name of everything I read. I'm really god awful at summarizing fics but um REGARDLESS my alltime favorite is definitely Unforgiven ... A lot of my personal headcanons are shown in this and I just like it SO BAD. The author is amazing with their craft as well... Bragging Rights ( by my dear friend ramnonymous ) is also a huge favorite :-] ! It's unfinished ( currently... ) but it is really freaking Good despite not having a conclusion yet lol ... I am such a sucker for pre canon-AU's it gets me every fucken time. Sorry for not having more to offer ... I seldom read many new fanfics and even if i do i forget half of them lol x)
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starlit-bawka · 1 year ago
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20 Questions For Fanfic Writers!
No way I got tagged by the really awesome @h4mm132l1c3, and ill tag a couple of other people too probably
1: How many works do you have on Ao3?
Currently I've got 59 things on AO3!! There are a couple more on my long-defunct wattpad though, and I've got a bunch of December whump I need to catch up on too so there will be more
2: What's your total Ao3 word count?
72,774!! Wow!!! And like...90% of that is oneshots! Go me!
3: What fandoms do you write for?
Currently writing for DSMP and QSMP the most atm :O I also write for the PJO fandom, Homestuck, and DR on occasion, too. I get very tempted to write for Stardew Valley and Scott Pilgrim, and I have been. More than tempted to write CareBears stuff too. I'm in deep chat
4: Top five fics by kudos?
(Un)Lifetime Achievement Award, Take Your Secret Son to Work Day, Las Nevadas and the Frozen Fox, Alone I Began, and Of Lost Gods!
5: Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?
For the most part yeah! I don't get too too much interaction and I just get!! So excited when I get comments! I love seeing what people say and I love to respond! But sometimes I don't, often cause I don't know what to say lol
6: What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
hmmm,,,good question! Probably Why Do I Cry? or maybe Famous Last Words? Gone are the Joys I Knew? I don't really know! I write a lot of sort of mopey sad fics ig LMAO
7: What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
mmmmmmm,,,,not sure for this, either! My Fundy Fluff Week stuff is all supposed to be sorta fluffy which is probably happy
8: Do you get hate on fics?
Not hate, per say, but comments on the accuracy of my characters, which kinda stabbed my ego a bit lol. It was a nice comment! But the way it was worded was so ouchie!
9: Do you write smut?
I've. Been tempted. As of right now I haven't, though!
10: Do you write crossovers?
Another one of me being tempted!! I haven't yet but I LOOOOVE to read them and so I'd love to write one sometime. (We aren't counting my old VLD Steven Universe au.)
11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so! Fingers crossed it hasn't happened lol I doubt it would
12: Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope! But if someone were to want to, I would say go ahead! Just send it to me so I can see :D sounds so cool!
13: Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Very recently was my first time doing a proper co-write/collab, which I did with my lovely friend Seven! I would love to do more they're so fun (and probably one of the only ways I'll easily end up writing a multichap KEKW)
14: What's your all-time favorite ship?
ouuuuu ive got a lot of pairings I really really cherish. Jercy my beloved, uhhh Valgrace is so silly, I like to consider myself one of The Kamuegi writers ever, and Pumpkinduo kind of holds an insanely special place in my heart
15: What's the WIP you hope to finish but doubt you ever will?
(Un)Lifetime Achievement Award as sad as it sounds. I love it so much and I'm so insanely proud of it and I love the story but there's soooo much planned and the person I was planning it with hasn't spoken to me in a while. I have hope that I'll finish it someday! Or at least get another two chapters out!
16: What are your writing strengths?
Uhhhhhhh,,,,I don't. actually know! I do a lot of flowery sentences ig? and I think I'm pretty good at angst and similar things
17: What are your writing weaknesses?
Making (and completing) multichap fics, getting ideas to write, finding the motivation to write, and I am definitely bad at planning things out in advance
18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I've done it pretty sparingly in the past, because I want to incorporate other languages and loooove language, but don't know any of them very well aside from English. But I try to do a lot of research before I add something in, and am 100% open and insistent that someone correct me if I messed up, or if there's another way to go about saying what I'm trying to say, or just to tell me more!
19: First fandom you wrote for?
Never published because I was a kid and it was. So Bad but !!! It was actually for the Minecraft Roleplay series Mary and Dad's Minecraft Adventure (MADMA) back around 2011-2013. I've been in mcrp hell for. a LONG time jesus christ
20: Favorite fic you've ever written?
ohhhh good question. Fullbury Records is very special to me and I'm ALWAYS thinking of what to add to that series, and (Un)Lifetime Achievement Award ofc is also very special to me. I think Heart to Heart is going places once I get back to writing the next chapter, too But I'm also veeeerrry proud of Famous Last Words, and it's very special to me as a projection piece LMAO
Tag time!!
@dyke420-69 @sparrowsong07 and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it lolol be sure to tag me so I can see :D
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bee--blossom · 2 years ago
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feeling very jolly . if anyone has any requests (perhaps c! pumpkin duo, perhaps c! tnt duo, etc) for a holiday one shot… yk what to do ! ➡️✉️
aiming for snow , coats and scarves , hot chocolate with maybe a shot of rum , fireplaces , sledding and skiing , and so on
mwah send in requests mwah mwah
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pumpkinduounderscore · 2 years ago
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HELLO EVERYONE I AM PUMPKINDUO_ ON TIKTOK BUT I DECIDED TO MAKE A TUMBLR TO POST MY ONESHOTS, PROMPTS AND FICS ‼️‼️
I AM A DSMP FAN AND I REALLY LIKE JSCHLATT AND QUACKITY SO YEA HI GUYS
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pikmininaplane · 2 years ago
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Okay I have some serious buisness question regarding your coming out as a DSMP Enthusiast !
How did this happen ?
Who's your favorite characters and favorite "group" ( like happyduo, emeraldduo, SBI ect .. ) ?
If any, your favorite ships ?
Annndddd your favorite arc :D
( If you respond to all of that you can't hide from the dsmp fan allegation anymore, I'm sorry )
Ooh boy, I'm putting my answers under the read more because this is going to be a long one 😭/lh
SO !
I've actually been a DSMP fan since like. 2020 ? Joined the fandom about a week before November 16th, it was the first big event I watched live 👀 It all happened because an artist I originally followed for Ace Attorney content posted an animation meme of two characters I didn't know yet, but immediately took a liking to.....
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How very surprising indeed :D But yeah, these two are the ones that dragged me in – this and the awesome art, of course X) The funny thing is, I immediately went on to read fanfics instead of, idk, watching past VODs/best-ofs, and immediately got spoiled 75% of the plot in the process :') But yeah, this isn't exactly a recent thing, I've been around here for over two years at this point 😭 Just never really posted about it anywhere except on AO3 until recently
Regarding characters, as you might have guessed based on, y'know, recent interactions, c!Schlatt's pretty much been my favorite ever since I learnt of the DSMP's existence X) But c!Eret, c!Puffy, c!Punz and c!Wilbur are also among my favorites :D As for groups... god, duo names are going to be the death of me, but I really like Sweaterduo, Pumpkinduo, Prankduo, Stagedduo, Traitorduo, whatever Schlatt & Fundy's duo name is, Sheep Siblings (as in Schlatt and Puffy, I don't typically include Tubbo in there (I know they never really interacted but. They did in my heart </3 (and in this like, one BBH livestream I keep preciously))), the Knights of Eret, and both Manberg and Pogtopia :)
Regarding ships, well, Puffychu comes to mind, of course <3 But uh,,, I also have a,,, certain affection for,,,,, *sigh* Drunz
And, well, my favorite arc has to be the Manberg vs Pogtopia arc :3c I mean, not only is the nostalgia talking, but it's also got my favorite villain (and favorite character overall), sooo many betrayals, Wilbur's fascinating character arc, the beginning of Eret's redemption, the festival, Techno's arrival, the election scene, November 16th– So so so cool, my god <3 I also really liked the Egg arc, but I wish it could have had a more satisfying conclusion than what it had – there wasn't much to see after the Red Banquet, which is a shame because I'm a huge fan of possession stories :< But that's life I guess !
All this to say. Yeah the allegations have grabbed me by the neck and are shaking me like I'm a wet kitten 😔 Though to be fair, I suspect my DSMP x RPZ AU would have made that obvious soon enough anyway 😭
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breadly-art · 7 days ago
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Don't you dare kiss me
ch.4 "Give me your heart and your soul"
The finale!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61652245/chapters/159256439#workskin
Relationships: Jschlatt/Quackity
Main tags: Noir AU, Mafia, 18+, angst, hurt/comfort, developing relationship, violence & blood.
Summary:
The casino is always open to new visitors. You are welcome here, you are a guest, no one will say a word against it, no one will remind you how long you have been sitting here, no one will ask you to leave. Of course, only if you follow the rules. Hitting the jackpot for the umpteenth time in a row is definitely a violation, but who would have thought that it wouldn't be so easy to get the horned man out. "Don't you dare kiss me" is also a rule. Is it going to be blatantly violated too?
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ch. 4 THIS
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breadly-art · 27 days ago
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Don't you dare kiss me
Relationships: Jschlatt/Quackity
Main tags: Noir AU, Mafia, 18+, angst, hurt/comfort, developing relationship, violence & blood.
Summary:
The casino is always open to new visitors. You are welcome here, you are a guest, no one will say a word against it, no one will remind you how long you have been sitting here, no one will ask you to leave. Of course, only if you follow the rules. Hitting the jackpot for the umpteenth time in a row is definitely a violation, but who would have thought that it wouldn't be so easy to get the horned man out. "Don't you dare kiss me" is also a rule. Is it going to be blatantly violated too?
This work began to be written in 2022, the last chapter was published quite recently. This is my fanfiction, or rather, my translation of my own fanfiction. English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, I apologize. I also work without beta!
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almostdeath · 2 years ago
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Well, well, well. look who is back! I will talk about the reasons for my absense in another post but for now...here is a one shot about the AU that my boyfriend came up with. The siren!AU. We brainstormed quite a lot about it, so I came to the point of writting something small about it! Its pumpkinduo of course. 
Words: 2041
Left behind…almost
The wild waves of the sea thew themselves at the waterline of the ship, causing it to swank from one side to another, as the wind carried the loud chatter. A cacophony of voices, which were interrupted by laughter, till each one vanished like on command as the clacking of heels started to appear, accompanied by louder, thumping footsteps that had a similarity to the stomping of hooves. They stopped only when they reached the edge of the ship, as it was possible to hear the waves splashing beneath them.
-What a sight, right Jonathan? Isn´t this the perfect grave for a pirate? Becoming one with the sea.- The taller man left out a chuckle, before looking around, letting his gaze fall on every member of the crew before pointing at one of them. -Pup, lets get this man his final…gift, so he wont have to struggle to stay on top the entire time. After all...he is my dear friend- the addressed young fox hybrid pressed her fox ears down at that command, knowing exactly what her father meant, trying her best not to meet the gaze of the ram hybrid, whose arms were already tied together, along with him having a cloth in his mouth. The ginger gulped quietly, being under the burning gaze of her father, as she fills a net-bag with a few cannonballs, adding more whenever her father said an almost growling “more”, stopping only when the tall man gave her the gesture to stop.
 Swallowing the lump in her throat, the young hybrid stepped closer to the pirate, tying the net with the heavy weight to his legs before jerking away, when she felt the harsh movement. Schlatt threw his head back, hitting the taller mans forehead as he was bowing down to be close enough to the actual captains goat like ears, causing Wilbur to hiss and take a few steps back, cursing under his breath as he pushed his palm against the face of his daughter to stay on his legs.
-Gods blood, you bastard! I had in mind to just slice your throat but no, you are going to die as slow as possible!- No hesitation, pushing himself off of the young fox hybrid, the man walked forward, pushing both hands against the pirates back, causing him to fall into the waves below.
But everything vanished as the water moved, being forced to shift by another force. Schlatts vision was blurry, as was the person…or creature that made its way closer to him, placing its humanlike hands on the rams cheeks, making him look a bit up, before bowing its head down to observe the pirates feet, swimming down in one fast motion, opening its mouth, full of razor sharp teeth that might easily end a persons life, biting down on the rope that tied the weight to the mans legs. Even though Schlatts eyes started to close and he couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening, he could feel how the slim arms wrapped themselves around his chest, underneath his armpits. The only thing after was just darkness and the sound of the man’s own heartbeat that was desperately trying to keep the blood pumping through the veins in an attempt to protect the organs.
The salt water was making its way in the mans nose, causing him to feel like he was burning from the inside, despite the cold embrace of the water, as the weight on his feet was dragging him down, causing the water pressure to rise, laying down as a heavy weight on Schlatts eardrums, threatening to crush them in any moment. He wasn’t ready to die. There were too many places that were known but unvisited by him, too many treasures waiting for the right person to belong to, too many woman and man alike that still haven’t screamed his name.
The mans amber eyes looked up, as in reality the water surface was getting farther and farther away but his mind was desperately trying to find a way out, going through all memories, stopping on one in particular, which didn’t help. The surface seemed to shift, forming a silhouette that Schlatt new all too well. The space around him tightened more and more, starting to resemble the wooden walls of an old basket, the silhouette moved, reaching down, getting his hands around the man’s throat. 
  A sharp pain stroke Schlatts whole body as he sat up immediately, bowing to the side and throwing up water repeatedly, having to cough between each new portion of water that left his body, opening his eyes, noting with annoyance that his vision was still blurry and looking around, till his gaze fell on the dark haired person in front of him, backing off.
-Who….what are you?!- The person just huffed with annoyance.
-How about “thank you for saving my life” as a start. I could have just let you be fish food.- the young man crossed his arms on his chest before getting up from the sand and starting to walk to the shore. Schlatts eyes widened for a moment as he tried to get up as fast as possible, being uncoordinated and stumbling for a bit before finally managing to get up.
-Hey! I know that voice, you…we met before!- the ram hybrid squinted, looking up and down at the young man in front of him.
-Right, the street market, you were running from the guards!- the other person stopped in his tracks, turning around and Schlatt could see the brief moment of the strangers pupils becoming vertical, being more similar to that of a wild animal. The mans blurry memories started to come together like puzzle pieces, the fast swimming in water, the brief moment of a black, long fishtail being in front of him.
-You are….why would you safe me? You are a pirates natural enemy! A siren!- Despite being vocal, the mans lips formed a smirk.
-Though…I mean…even a creature like you must have some fine taste in men- the other man rose a brow at that statement.
-Who are we talking about? I don’t see any men worth my attention here. And…we are even now. You helped me with the guards. I saved your life.- The dark haired siren stepped closer to the water.
-Wait, wait! Where are you going?! You can’t just leave me here! It’s a stranded island!- Schlatt took a few steps forwards but backed off when stronger waves hit the sand again, threatening to throw him off of his feet.
-I don’t own you anything anymore. Some provision ships sometimes travel along, besides…you are a pirate. Shouldn’t the water around be your element?- Schlatt let out a nervous chuckle.
-Well…sugar…eh…I am a captain, usually…I am on a ship, with a whole crew. And here we have…sand…water…some palm trees and…no, those trees don’t even have coconuts. Ya see the issue? I will starve or die of dehy..drat…ion…and, again…I am a pirate, the only reason why a ship would pick me up is to deliver me to the closest rope from which I will hang. Ya get it?- but, despite all the words said, the siren already jumped into the water.
-Not my problem.- Schlatt could only watch the transformation of the young mans legs getting together, seemingly melting together and getting covered up by dark scales, with some golden ones on the side, when the man disappeared into the waves. The pirate picked up the nearest seashells, throwing them into the water.
-Then go! Swim to your fish friends! Asshole!- the man stumbled back, falling on his back side and growning loudly. Trying to take deep breaths as he looked up at the sky.
-Okay….okay…keep your cool…what would Puffy do? Ugh…she would probably…already build a ship with her own two hands, using everything that is lying around…or…ugh…she would never get in that kind of situation in the first place….- the ram muttered to himself before getting up and looking around, grimacing.
The next few hours passed by way to quickly, while the man tried to collect enough sticks to make a fire for the evening, along with getting material to build a shelter and catch some fish as a possible source of food. First thing on his imaginable list was a shelter, so he tried his best to rip off some leaves from the palm trees and get a few thicker sticks, piercing a few of the leaves on two sides by the sticks, creating a few rows, trying his best to make them stand together. Despite the mans best efforts, the clumsy construction kept falling and as soon as the rams stomach began to growl, he decided to try his luck with the next task. Searching through the inside of his boots, he could take out the little knife and modify one of the sticks enough for it to look like a spear, walking over to the shore and trying to look around. Just the thought of stepping onto the water let shivers down the mans spine, causing him to gulp nervously. So, he tried his best luck closer to the land, slamming down with the spear but only piercing the beach on which he was trapped. Sweat was dripping down the mans forehead and back, when he groaned and threw the spear into the water, dragging himself over to the remaining sticks and the small rocks that he managed to find. Sitting down and piling the sticks up before taking the rocks and trying to beat them against each other to create a spark, looking with a concentrated expression, as the sun was setting, and the waves seemed to splash harder and louder. Attempt after attempt passed, Schlatts ears flickered at each clash of the rocks against one another, till finally his eyes widened again and a few sparks finally landed on the small pile, he immediately bowed down, trying to gently blow on it for the spark to grow into a flame, throwing his hands up in the air with a celebrating scream, starting to laugh. Until his ears perked up at the sound of thunder and a real rain shower started to pour down.
-Ya have to be kidding me! Three days, three days there was not a single drop of rain!- the man pulled his coat over his head, trying to get under one of the trees, before he saw how one of the thunders hit right next to it, causing the man to take a few steps back.
-Got it, tree is..not the best option…- Schlatt looked around with a frown on his face before sitting down on the wet sand, trying to cover himself up with the coat. It will be definitely a long night.
Schlatts nose twitched, he could feels something falling down on his knees, causing him wake up from his sleep and sit up.
-What in gods name!- he had to blink a couple of times to recognize the siren in front of him, looking down and seeing ten if not more fish, which were still moving, on his lap. Before he could say anything, the dark haired man opened his mouth, having an almost disappointed expression on his face.
-You can’t build a shelter. You can’t fish. You can’t even make a simple fire! You…you are the worst pirate I have ever heard of!- the siren was gesturing towards all of yesterdays failed attempts spread on the beach. Before he could continue his rant of disbelief, Schlatt got a smug smirk on his face.
-But...you did hear about me.- The other mans face shifted into an annoyed expression.
-This is not the point! The point is that you would have died if I would have left!-
-That’s what I told ya. But….ya didn’t leave, so ya do care….shelly.- confusion was written all over the young mans face.
-What did you call me?-
-Shelly. Like…a shell from some crab or something…I can call ya scales or….flipper? Ya know, ya didn’t introduce yourself. I am not a witch to know your name.- Despite the clear annoyance on his face, the siren rolled his eyes, sighing.
-Quackity. My name is Quackity.-
-Well…Quackity…ya have the pleasure to be in the company of captain Schlatt-
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aypoksynasayee · 2 years ago
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Not to write a blurb but I almost cried seeing this. The only reason I ever even started writing GG was because of a fic I read long ago that I admired. It was all weirdness and greater forces behind the scene and a post apocalyptic full of haunting settings. The moodboards made for it always stuck with me. To see one for greener grasses legitimately makes me acknowledge its roots. And this is a moodboard that well captures the setting as it is characterized. It will also stick with me forever. 🌞💜
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Also, here's a quick moodboard I made for the setting of Greener Grasses by Apocynaceae. As per my last post, you should read this fic. I did a moodboard faux pas by not collecting any of the sources for these. Sorry! This is a collage and none of the source images are mine. Also, I color-inverted one for the Vibes. My bad. I may do it again.
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almostdeath · 1 year ago
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Okay, I had this Headcanon and thought that I might share.
In the game, when you get Leshy as a follower, he will tell you that he found the crown or that maybe the crown found him. So, if all gods have found their crowns at some point then it means that Kallamar also found his. So I was thinking that maybe...he was deadly sick. So sick that he could barely leave his little hut....and the crown promised him a cure.
That way, it would explain why he is so terrified of death. He already had a near-death experience and doenst want to feel anything like that ever again. Narinders appear just opened old wounds. (Also...found family trope.)
Okay everyone, sorry but my ~maybe~ autism took over, so I am now also hyperfixated on cult of the lamb- sorry for everyone who followed me for pumpkinduo, I still love them, I swear. I also wanna get over my task paralysis and continue my fanfic!
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