#dsmp quackity headcanon

[president-of-lasnavadas]

[OOC Lore]

Childhood~

In Quackity's childhood he was fairly alone because Daniel(his Casino owning father) neglected him. His mother died during his birth and his father blamed him for "Killing by Beautiful Angel". Q always thought this was said in a way of affection but slowly realized it was because she was an Angel that was used as a trophy wife. He hates the fact he looks mainly like Daniel but he thankfully got his mother's deep brown eyes that looked almost black(along with Angel attributes such as wing ears and sharp teeth*)

Quackity spent most of his time with nannies and at Daniel's casinos/vacation homes. He may have never learned to cook but at least he knows how to gamble. At age 10 he could gamble better than veteran players, he was a natural. However hanging around casinos also shows a young kid what drugs and alcohol can do to a person.

[That's all for now!!]

[thatoneidiort]

[ieatedyourcrayons]

what about a mcyt x reader headcannon where reader is like a streamer who mostlly plays roblox andlike she cant even kill a zombie in minecraft cause im big on roblox and i js do creative in minecraft!

Thanks for the request! I love doing these!

Various!Myct x Fem!Reader

Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Caseoh, and tommyinnit

Quackity

-Quackity would definitely play roblox with you

-Quackity likes terrorizing little kids on any roblox game you guys play.

-Definitely hides behind you in horror games and beg you to go first.

-“NO NO I CANT GO!” he would yell with fake sadness and fear as he hides his character behind yours.

-In any combat game or any game where you can kill other players , he stays spawn camping you, he definitely targets you. until you finally kill him and he gets salty about it lmao

-He hates streaming it because fans keep trying to join and lagging whatever game you guys are playing.

Karl jacob’s

-Karl loves roblox, he probably begs you to play with him.

-Karl only likes the obbys though, like the goofy “2000 levels!” or the cart ride games.

-will definitely get sapnap to play with you guys, and it ends up with them jumping you in every game.

-Yall definitely stay up all night playing games and yelling about them over a discord call, The stream is like 6 hours atp

Sapnap

-Sapnap didn’t want to at first. thought he was too good for a “children’s game”

-Once you showed him the home page and all the games you and your fans like he caved.

-He has a love for the shooter and racing games. always making you play at least 3 rounds with him if you guys log onto roblox.

-Hates obbys. absolutely despises them, definitely complaining about every time you or Karl have the audacity to mutter the word “Obby”

-Secretly loves dress to impress, he will never admit it though

CaseOh (why not)

-100% yes. if anything he’s asking you to play roblox with him

-caseoh isn’t the best at minecraft either so you’re not alone

-He makes you play dress to impress for HOURSS

-he’s definitely down for horror games, loves playing the Mimic, even though he rages at it so much.

Tommyinnit

-Definitely takes some convincing

-He’s traumatized from the few times he’s played with Schlatt and jack

-He only plays the stupid games that make zero sense

-probably loves the doom-spire brick battle games

[justpuppylove]

quackity seems like he loves to eat pussy fr 🗿

Fr 🙏 ik I’ve already made a Wilbur version of this but fuck it.

His hands holding down your thighs while he overstimulates the fuck out of you. His tongue flicking your clit and your juices roll down his chin. He licks all of it up as he makes you cum over and over again. Sometimes he’ll be sweet about it and ask you to cum for him “just one more time” and then other times he doesn’t care and just goes until you’re both completely exhausted. He’d cum in his pants by the time he’s done. Your clit would be so sensitive and wet to the point it stings whenever something rubs against it. He’d leave bruises on your thighs from holding them down so roughly. He’d run his hands softly over those bruises afterwards, sometimes planting kisses over them. Anytime you’re stressed he’d offer to eat you out, there’s just something he loves about all the attention being on you.

[sorry for the lack of posts, I’ve been scrambling for motivation ☹️]

[lilywastaken]

⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !

CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.

WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!

A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!

MASTERLIST.

DREAM:

"Feeling a bit better?"

You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.

"Mm…"

His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"You should be resting."

You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.

"Clay. You're ill."

"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.

"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.

"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"

"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."

Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.

"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.

"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.

He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.

You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.

Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.

SAPNAP:

A loud groan resounds across the house.

You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.

Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.

You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.

"You sound like you're dying."

You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.

"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."

You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.

"Wait, are you actually sick?"

"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"

"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"

"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.

"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.

"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"

"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"

You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.

"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.

"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"

"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

GEORGE:

How can George still be asleep?

You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.

You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.

Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.

"George? Are you awake?"

Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.

"Georgie?"

"Hmng."

You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.

"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"

"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"

"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."

That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.

"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."

George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.

"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."

You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"

You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.

QUACKITY:

"You're an idiot."

Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.

"Huh?"

"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.

"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."

"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."

"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."

Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.

"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.

"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"

You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.

"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."

"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."

"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.

"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."

Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."

"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.

"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."

KARL:

"Your nose is running."

You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.

"Mhm."

He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.

"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.

"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."

You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.

"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.

"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"

You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.

"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."

You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.

"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.

"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."

He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.

[duckitity]

LOVE LANGUAGE

(Quackity x Reader)

Quackity's love language (and how he shows it to his partner)

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.⋅.• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊° .

Quackity's love language is gift giving.

A lot of his friends have already talked about how he likes to pay for stuff when they go out, and in a relationship it would be just like that and even more.

Also, since he is such a busy person, it makes sense he would like to be able to show you how much he loves you, even when he can't be around.

Even before you both started dating, you could tell he liked to show his love that way.

The first time you visited him in California, he would pay for EVERYTHING.

You were going to have dinner? He would pay. You saw something you liked in Disneyland? He would buy it for you. Did your earphones broke? He would get you new ones.

He wouldn't let you pay any of it back.

By the time you got in a relationship those little gifts would happen more often, even when you weren't with him.

For your first "monthiversary" you couldnt be together, since he had to travel, and he felt awful about it.

You assured him that you understood, and that it was ok.

But still, he bought you everything on your Amazon cart, and send it to you.

When it arrived and you saw what it was, you immediately knew it was from him.

It would happen every once in a while, you would randomly get a package on your door, and it was the things that you had in your Amazon Cart.

You had to create a different account so he couldn't see the things you were planning on buying.

You felt kinda bad about how much he would spend on you, but he would assure you it was fine.

He liked it.

But you didn't want him to feel like you were using him for money or something like that.

But once again, he told you it was fine.

He knew how much you loved him, so he wasn't really worry about that.

He tried not to buy you things so often after you told him that you felt bad for him spending so much.

But then we would see something he knew you would like, and couldn't help but get it for you.

You ended up accepting your fate.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.⋅.• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊° .

[nikaizkool]

Insecure boyf hc

Dtk + tnt duo

•Dream

Very touchy when you two are in public kisses, hand holding, when your buying something at the register he has his hand around your waist.

He’d start fights if you want to go out with a guy friend “what so your gonna leave me for another guy? Even though I was there for you in your worst times?” Manipulative .

•George

Very touchy where ever, at home at wendys, always holding you wether it’s his arm around your shoulder, or his hand intertwined with yours, he’ll always be with you when you’re out In public

He will make it very clear that you both are taken in all bios “NOT SINGLE PISS OFF JACKASS” and in most posts he’s kissing you.

•sapnap

Very cocky around you, tries to impress you with the dumbest things. Like if he’s streaming he’ll have you watch. “BABE DID YOU SEE THAT?” Kisses you when he does something cool

Similar to Dream and George he’s very touchy in public and if someone’s looking at you he’ll kiss you and take you into the bathroom 😨

•Quackity

It’s obvious you two are dating but he doesn’t think so, so anything he can do to prove it in public he will

Leads you everywhere by hand taking you to all the cool places you love, really distancing you two from the world

•Wilbur

Complains about himself wing ugly but him being able to date a fucking goddess “I don’t deserve you, your so beautiful.” He thinks you deserve more but also think you should stay with him

He’d glare daggers at anyone who looked in your direction his height and poker face is very intimidating. He’d buy everything just for you

[jacksnotmyname]

How the SBI + others would draw themselves!

[slxtmeri]

Hello! If u have open requests can u do more quackity bf headcanons? (Also can I be 🇵🇱 anon?)

hi, anon!! ofc you can be 🇵🇱 anon <3

a/n: i've been literally praying for a headcanon request omfg i have no motivation for fics rn

bf!quackity headcanons : part 2

♡ absolutely would teach you how to cook mexican dishes. he may not be the best cook, but he wants to share his culture with you!!

♡ gives you piggyback rides

♡ anytime you're playing/streaming a game together that requires teams, he always insists on teaming up with you.

- if it's auto generated and he ends up on a different team, he never kills you or attempts to beat you (which sometimes results in his team losing)

♡ BAKING STREAMS TOGETHER OMG. YOU'D HAVE CUTE LITTLE MATCHING APRONS

♡ listening to latino music and him teaching you how to properly dance to it

♡ loves having you on his lap when you make out, it gives him much better access

♡ like schlatt, he'd love it when you tug on his hair. it automatically turns him on

[septic-salad]

SHAKING YOU

LISTEN TO ME!!!!!

Old doodle under the cut </3

This is from exactly a year ago, tntduo still wins 🥰

[zorishy]

I need more silly Las Nevadas era Quackity.

He may be fancy now but you can’t tell me that man wouldn’t jump at the chance to walk around in booty shorts or name all his animals stupid things like boner.

Also I want to see people lean into the more animalistic aspects of hybrid characters. Quackity swims around in the pool like a duck all the time and preens his feathers!! Tubbo headbutts tommy with his horns!! Fundy snarls!! Philza has a nest!! That may just be the furry in me talking but let me have this!

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

Okay i NEEEED to rant about Pogtopia because I know it was a ravine and shit but I need people to consider: lava caves

(all photos taken by me cause I explored one the other day and that’s where I got this idea)

Lava caves or lava tubes are HUGE super long caves that were carved out by literal lava flows and now just sit there and they’re cool as fuck

they’re cold as shit and the roof can vary from being dozens of feet above your head to being so low you have to crouch

there’s piles of rocks and ice formations and sand gardens and they are PITCH BLACK if you don’t have any lights and they paths can be crazy wide or super narrow and the ground is full of drop offs

ones that are made for people to explore have railings and stairs in certain places too and some even have built in lights or like the one I explored let you rent a flashlight

also a fun sidenote the ground is super hard packed sand full of holes from water dripping and it’s so hard packed that you don’t leave footprints (this would not help with Wilbur’s derealization)

anyways I think this would all work SUPER well for pogtopia cause cold/dark/shifting atmosphere/adding railings and pathways is already a thing in pogtopia

some more images that I yanked from google:

anyways PLEASEEEE consider spreading my vision Pogtopia lava cave/tubes for the win I’ve never been more right about anything in my life

[tntduopolls]

*whoever proposes in the biggest way gets to say they proposed, and it escalates until its tag with fireworks and dance crews and billboards and massive holograms onto the casino and a death toll

[ieatedyourcrayons]

can you write something about how quackity would show his affection to you/love langueage

I got you!! thank you for the request.

No warnings

Quackity’s love language

-For one, I think his biggest love languages are physical touch and quality time.

-He loves spending time with you one on one, add cuddling to that? He’s satisfied lol.

-He loves playing games with you, board games, video games, or even building puzzles.

-You and him definitely have a collection of puzzles you guys have built together and a bigger collection of ones not build yet ..

-He would also enjoy cooking and baking with you. not only can he spend time with you, but he gets food out of it.

- He needs to always have a hand on you somehow, Wether it’s full hand holding or he has his hand on your lower back.

-He gets anxious sometimes and being able to know you’re there eases his mind.

-It also shows others that you’re his, and to not bother trying anything.

-He can’t sleep without cuddling you. After like an hour of him being asleep though he ends up on the other side of the bed with the covers halfway on the floor..

-Movie nights with cuddles is his ideal at home date.

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it’s a short one, might add more !

[fernlessbastard]

okk love your blog, so I rlly wanted to send an ask even if its nothing too especific ;-;

soo, since u like tntduo (like me :]) whats your favorite hc for their relationship? I love hearing about hc's, and since your art its so cute, u probs have some cool hc's

Thank youuuuu I appreciate it so much, and by all means flood me with asks! Asks are great, I love asks, be it random thoughts, art ideas, opinions, etc etc, asks are always welcome (unless they're from the 🥝 anon 🙄🙄🙄 /j/loving)

And a favourite headcanon? Hm, i don't know, hard to say. I have multiple headcanons, idk if I favour any in particular

There's one where after revival Wilbur's body is kinda fucked up in the nerves and blood vessels department, so he has some trouble with kinda controlling it, which particularly expresses itself in his hands being unsteady. They're so unsteady, that the first time he picks up a guitar again he can't play right. He blows up over it and has a breakdown, and vows to never play again. He still ends up trying a couple times, but each time he just immediately gets pissed off and upset, and tosses it away. It really breaks him. At some point he's at Quackity's place, and he sees a guitar. He looks at it for a while, but doesn't say anything, of which Quackity makes note. Next time they meet up Wilbur shits on Quackity for not having touched it recently, so Quackity takes it as a challenge. Once the music starts, Wil goes quiet. He's sitting to the side of Q, slightly behind him, and after a while for just a moment he leans against his upper back, and closes his eyes, simply taking the moment in. This situation repeats, a couple times, and each time Wilbur lets himself relax a bit longer. He starts playing with Quackity's hair as he listens, and one time he begins trying to braid it. His hands are shaking, he's struggling to divide the thick hair into even parts, he's having trouble keeping the braid even, but what's crucial is that he does it. Next time it repeats. And next time too. And the next, and eventually the braids start to look actually pretty decent. Time passes, they meet up more often, and eventually comes a day when Wilbur takes the guitar. No words are exchanged. No ridicule, but no praise either - no verbal acknowledgement. Instead Quackity just sits slightly behind him, and begins gently braiding his hair. The notes are wonky and don't always sound quite right, and the rhythm is messy, and strumming only goes well sometimes, but he's playing...

Quackity kisses Wilbur's head, right above the new braid. He leans in, partially hugging him, as the other's playing. It's been a bit over a year since he started playing again, and the difference is big. Neither knows if he'll ever fully regain the control and steadiness of his hands, but he manages to keep the rhythm, and the notes now ring out clear a big majority of the time. He plays quicker songs too, now; sometimes they both sing, and laugh when they mix something up. Quackity smiles, closing his eyes as Wilbur once again butchers a random song by changing up the words completely to make it as on the nose as humanly possible. He begins to wonder what they should eat tomorrow for their anniversary breakfast.

[addlepater]

Quackity has a pet tarantula. he's just hot like that. he heard that the women eat their mates and bought one.

plus, he lives in an artificial oops I mean real desert and could probably stumble upon one.

he keeps her in a luxurious enclosure and gives her forehead kisses every night because he's just like that.

he also tells wilbur that she cuddles up to him at night just so he wont fall asleep in his bed every time they screw. later hell regret this as it takes many months of sleeping in wilbur's stinky ass van before he's comfortable sleeping in quackity's bed.