#mentions glatt

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

leave my beloved parent alone :((

erm. no thanks ✌️😋.

– Tubbo.

Your beloved parent can’t stay away from losers and femboys ‼️

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Big fan

(🤤)

men

[spideytiger]

Okay so mass amounts have people have asked me to explain further about non-verbal phantommy (2 people). So I've decided to divulge further into this hc and why I think this would be canon and real if we ever got to see him.

Reason number 1: ctommy definitely has brain damage. He was beaten to death once by cdream, and beaten to near death earlier in the pit by ctechno. Both infamously strong figures on the dsmp. Plus, on doomsday, he was struck by lightning; though many debate how canon that moment was. But to put it simply: my mans has serious brain damage. It's impressive how much he retains post revival. It wouldn't be out of the question that his brain damage caused his ghost to be non-verbal, not having the real capacity to form words or sentences.

Reason number 2: Using other ghosts as examples (mainly ghostbur, a bit of glatt), we see that the personality of their specters, vs the people they are derived from are vastly different; opposites, even. alivebur was erratic, and to most, downright unlikeable towards the end. But ghostbur was predictable, and I feel a lot of the community, and canon characters, mourned the loss of ghostbur more than the loss of alivebur. Another example we see is glatt; though less from him. cschlatt, like him or not, made memorable speeches, ones that terrified enemies, and brought pride to his allies. But, looking at glatt, we see him reduced to something far different, similar to a pokémon, unable to say anything but his own name. If we apply the same "opposite" logic to phantommy, then what people remember as the loud and brash Tommyinnit, being reduced to a mute ghost, doesn't seem too out of the picture.

Thats all I have to say to defend this hc! This was a lot more than I thought it would be, but do enjoy (I hope). Feel free to add onto the hc if youd like or ask more questions but thats all I've got.

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS, ALEXIS QUACKITY NEVADAS IS PRETTY :3

mmno. ale xis quuackity nbevadas umderscore. maried 👍

[evan-on-the-internet]

why did you gentle parent old me (⁠ʘ⁠ᗩ⁠ʘ⁠’⁠)

—glatt

Glatt. think about the way you were. LOOK AT YOURSELF >:((.

If gentle parenting means you're not like. The worst person ever. I think people are willing to do it :].

Also, on another note, Tubbo wants to watch hello kitty with you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠).

[sashboyko]

don't execute my hot husband plssss (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I need to get dicked down somewhere and Limbo isn't fun ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

—glatt

you have like a million bfs or something can’t one of them do it :(

[hanabeeri]

to not be living in a constant state of blue and grey, white and black

one day maybe

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

i ran out of protein powder what am i supposed to eat

—glatt

I hear ashes and dust have the same value 😇😇😇😇😇 totally. Trust me I wouldn’t lie to you 😇😇😇😇😇😇

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Big fan 👍

women

[evan-on-the-internet]

writing some Manberg/Las Nevadas era Tubbo hcs for @best-vice-evr/@las-nevadas-business because I'm bored

warning; discussions of various types of abuse, alcohol, trauma, subconscious victim blaming (very specific), unhealthy behaviors, and overall a not very healthy situation.

I'll add more if I missed anything, but I think that covers most of it.

1. He sits out in the hallways most nights, waiting for the noise to stop. It's more to confirm that Quackity ended up asleep and resting.

2. Tubbo has a habit of taking on more than he can handle, to try and lighten things for Quackity. It usually works, so he never really stopped.

3. on the nights that Tubbo can't sleep at all, which are a majority of them, he ends up trying to fix up the messes Schlatt leaves behind. It always ends before dawn though, not wanting to risk waking the older ram up.

4. Tubbo knows a lot of medical information to better suit what injuries Quackity has, to ensure that the avian is receiving the proper treatment.

5. The only gift Tubbo received from Schlatt in the Manberg era of things was a locket with a picture of Tommy in his L’Manburg uniform in it. He still wears it around most days.

6. on the nights Tubbo went to visit pogtopia, he would only leave if Quackity came with him. It was more of a safety thing.

7. In the Las Nevadas era of things, Tubbo genuinely believes his experience in the Manberg era wasn't scarring in comparison to what Quackity’s experiences were like.

8. Tubbo likes using the ‘:]’ and ‘:[’ and all its variants like Quackity, but he also uses the emoticons —(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)— like Schlatt.

9. Tubbo has more of Quackity's genetics and generally takes after Big Q, with the exception of a few things from Schlatt. (Like his Ram traits, and the way he acts when he's overly stressed out.)

10. Tubbo genuinely didn't know what a healthy, stable marriage was meant to look like until he met Ranboo. And as a bonus; he was terrible at hiding that he liked them. He was also awful at hiding that he liked Tommy.

11. Tubbo's a light sleeper, he always has been and always will be. It's just how he is.

12. Tubbo very frequently makes sure that Quackity is intaking a healthy portion of food every day, always setting aside a bit of his own meal to give to Quackity. It eventually ended up in him having disordered eating habits. (He'd do it all over again, because it meant that Quackity actually took care of himself. And that was all he wanted.)

13. Tubbo's known about Quackity's cannibalistic habits since a few nights before the funeral for Schlatt was held. To keep the peace, he never said anything about it — but he's known.

14. Tubbo regularly visits Schlatt's grave, bringing him dried out flowers and small trinkets. He hates what their life was like with Schlatt in Manburg, but a small part of Tubbo misses him. It hurts a bit more every time, but Glatt is making things better.

15. Tubbo is mostly sober, occasionally taking a few sips of something alcoholic. He’s almost always sober any other time though.

16. Tubbo's a bit of a collector, taking trinkets and anything he deems ‘pretty.’ Most trinkets are in his bedroom, but a few are in his workshop too.

17. Speaking of his workshop, Tubbo spends a lot of time in there — mostly because of his projects, but as mentioned in headcanon two, it's also a habit to try and take on more than he can handle.

18. The official cover of the song ‘fries’ from the show Adventure Time is the way Tubbo invisions his relationship with Schlatt. Something more soft and bittersweet, rather than the mistreatment and hurt it actually was.

19. THE ONLY HC I'M WRITING FOR POST–RANBOO’S DEATH: Tubbo planted an entire garden of pretty flowers (mostly alliums and white flowers) after the passing of his beloved partner, and takes Michael to visit the garden every night before bed.

20. Tubbo tended to stay away from Schlatt unless the older was entirely sober, mostly because he wanted Schlatt's attention and he wanted to be positive that it was REAL. Like, Tubbo understood that the loving attention wasn't ever as genuine as it was when Schlatt was entirely and fully sober.

21. Speaking of — Tubbo slowly started to become more and more comfortable around Glatt, until eventually they had a pretty wholesome relationship. Especially since Glatt has shown that he can, and will, act better than Schlatt ever could.

22. whenever Tubbo gets really silly, he acts like a little kid with a ton of stimming (usually flailing his hands, stamping his feet onto the floor like hooves, and doing silly little spins)

23. Tubbo has been taking care of others more than himself since the very first month Schlatt was drunk almost daily. He never really learned to put himself first — he still has a ton of issues with it.

24. Tubbo was in denial of being trans for awhile, not wanting to accept the fact that he was just a bit different. After a long talk with Quackity though, he calmed down, and started to accept it. (My silly boy :[..)

25. Anytime an adult is drunk, mostly Quackity, Wilbur, or Glatt, Tubbo tends to avoid them. Alcohol still makes him uncomfortable for the most part.

26. Tubbo feels most comfortable around Quackity, and always has for the majority of it. Although, he's definitely working his way to being more comfy around Glatt— and he's come to view Wilbur as an honorary parent. He still favours Quackity though.

27. As said in headcanon eleven, Tubbo is a very light sleeper. Anything, even the softest of noises, could wake him up, since he's so familiar with having to be ready for ANYTHING as soon as he wakes up. It's almost impossible for Tubbo to sleep soundly, unless he's asleep in Quackity's nest.

28. Tubbo is very emotionally stunted. He doesn't really take the time to feel his own emotions, but he tries to hold the space in his heart for the people he cares about. He holds as much space in his heart as he can for the people he cares about, but he doesn't really leave any space for himself.

29. Tubbo very frequently forgets to take care of himself, and when he does, it's never for as long as he subconsciously craves. As a bonus, he frequently forgets to take breaks when he's working — since he's never really had the chance to.

30. As said in headcanon eighteen, there are two songs I associate with Manburg hornsduo. The official cover of the song ‘fries’ from the show Adventure Time, but also Vampire Empire (the demo & the full version) by Big Thief.

AS OF NOW THIS IS CLOSED!!! MOSTLY BC I DON'T HAVE ANY MOTIVATION >_<

If I do end up getting more ideas, this will be updated :)

[lalalenii]

RAT BOY TIME

Live blog under the cut

Phantomsee x2

Okay ich zähle jetzt vorab die Referenzen

Der riskante Ritt

Die bedrohte Ranch

Der namenlose Gegner

Der lachende Schatten

Das Aztekenschwert

Im Zeichen der Schlangen

Der super-papagei

Das Gold der Wikinger

Oooh der Prolog ist schon sooo mega spannend!!! Wie sind sie da hineingeraten. Geht es Maxiwo gut???

Der magische kreis

Der grüne Geist

Doppelte Täuschung

Ich LIEBE dass Skinny uns auf der ersten Seite wissen lässt dass die ??? seine Erzfeinde sind. He is so obsessed 😭

Wie Skinny anzweifelt das Lys und Justus zusammen waren 🫠

"Er war aus einer ganzen Reihe von Gründen immun gegen ihren Charme" 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Skinny calling Lys babe 💀💀💀

Nachdem Skinnys Dad groß im Immobiliengeschäft ist habe ich beschlossen, dass Mrs Andrews beef mit Mr Norris hat

"Skinny schaute in eine Bodenvase, die mit chinesischen Drachen-Motiven bedruckt war. 'Hier ist er auch nicht'". Fuck Skinny is such a little shit

"Theoretisch konnte man überall auf wertvolle Gegenstände aus der Vergangenheit stoßen. Praktisch jedoch nicht, da die drei ??? ihren Mitmenschen meistens zuvorkamen. Wenn es um Schätze ging, waren sie wie Heuschrecken. Sie fanden alles und ließen nichts zurück." 😆😆😆 Ich liebe den Fragezeichen Slander

NICHT DIE STAN SILVER REFERENCE

Ich liebe wie Skinny versucht, Justus zu imitieren 😭 er ist fr mehr obsessed mit den Fragezeichen als ich selber

Und omg Kari dropping Taco Bell 🔔 . Aus irgned einem Grund hat das manche Leute total aufgeregt dass sie in einem Fall Taco Bell erwähnt hat aber Kari so "I do what I want 😌"

Die Urkel Queen 🥲😅

Der Begriff "indigene" ??????? In einem drei Fragezeichen Buch??????????

Captain Kerk 💀

SKINNY DER BOB IN DER BIBLIOTHEK BEOBACHTET. ICH KANN NICHT MEHR. ICJ KANN DAS ALLES NJCHT

"Skinny konnte natürlich ebenfalls lesen. Sogar längere Texte"

"Das S in Skinny steht ebenfalls für Schlüsseldienst. Was Shaw kann, kann ich schon lange"

Ich liebe die implikation dass Skinny schlauer ist als die Fragezeichen

Können wir darüber reden dass Skinny Lys sagt, dass sie in ihrem on-the-low-outfit gut aussieht, dass extra betont wird dass er es ernst meint und dass der Hilfsscherrif dann sagt er hätte sie in dem Outfit glatt für einen Jungen gehalten? Ja? Können wir?

Taavi <3

"Sie ist nicht oft unter Menschen", erklärte Skinny

KELLY????? MIT DIEGO ALVARO??????? WAS PASSIERT

...........warum weiß Skinny was Bob für Deo benutzt. KARI. WE NEED ANSWERS

"Du bist zu fixiert auf die drei Detektive. Wahrscheinlich wärst du gerne das vierte Fragezeichen." MEINE REDE

IM SORRY??? WIE SICH SKINNY UM DEN NACHBARSJUNGEN KÜMMERT??? IM GONNA THROW UP.

DYLAN MENTION DYLAN MENTION DYLAN MENTION

"Die Frau hätte selbst an Bob Andrews noch was aussusetzen" Ich brauch eine Zigarettenpause.

"Cotta sah Skinny nachdenklich an. Er wirkte nicht vorwurfsvoll, sondern eher auf eine väterliche Weise besorgt. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Die Sache mit Cottas Kaktus 🙂🙃😃🙂🫠😉

Und side Note: ich mir gerade vor, wie Cotta versucht den Fragezeichen den Fall mit Mrs Kretschmers Gartenzwergen unterzujubeln 😂

Skinny spielt Klavier? Weiß Bob das. Kann da jemand Bob sagen.

Aw die Hotel Bigfoot reference.

Nur das mit den Archie Comics verstehe ich nicht 🧐🧐

Omg skinnys Mom ist auch im Frauenclub???

"Die meisten Menschen hätten mit diesem Riesenpflaster dämlich ausgesehen, aber Yan konnte so schnell nichts entstellen" 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[rozugold]

Rozu I joined the fandom really late can you tell me if this one but if info is true?

'we never got to know who the crying Ghost Glatt saw with Ghostbur once was. Was that Tommy's ghost haunting Wilburs ghost much like Ghostbur often haunted New L'manburg?'

I can't tell if it's actually something that happened that no one talks about or if its a plot point they had for a story but I lost the post But you brought up 'ghost Tommy' so it popped in my head again.

Quackity did a stream where he went to Glatt’s underground gym a while back. In this vid Glatt mentions Ghostbur around 5:40 and Ghost Tommy around 6:20. I think that’s the only proof we have of ghost Tommy ever existing? So yeah, it did happen but I think it was just mentioned in passing

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Thomas this is Glatt.

I tried to possess Ghostbur again because i thought it would be funny and now I’m stuck. Please help, Ghostbur is so fucking gay i cant take it! They’ve wrapped some of those stupid bead necklaces around my- our- it doesn’t matter! THE HORNS ARE GAY TOM!!! Even worse I think our personalities are starting to mix together. I feel like giving people blue…

-Glatt? Ghostbur?? Glattbur???

If you give me blue I will eat it again 🫵 I’ll crunch those rocks down in front of you I swear

HOW DO YOU GET STUCK IN A POSSESSION?? HOW DOES A GHOST POSESS ANOTHER GHOST????

Get pride flag horns idiot 🦈

[im-straight-i-swear-please]

*Ghostbur’s mind is starting to get a little foggy from the alcohol.*

“Mmmm… you’re all equally hotter..”

*Ghostbur pulls their head away from the wine glass in favor of kissing Glatt’s forehead*

nsfw

“I have a bigger dick though.” Glatt grumbles, pinching their cheek.

When given a kiss on the forehead, he bleats happily and headbutts them, before planting kisses all over their face.

[quotemenevervore]

Technically this is considered part 2 to the breakdown fic but it’s a one off actually but no matter what it’s actually done!

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, mentions of a toxic relationship (basically the premise of the whole fic) mentions of Glatt, character in a distressed state

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Quackity seemed to be having a rough day.

Not instinct wise, Karl’s learned to be able to tell the difference, but he could tell something was bothering his winged fiancé. The bags under his eyes were dark, like he hadn’t slept, and he seemed more jumpy, more angry. Without the avian telling them what was wrong, there was not much they could do, though the worried glances seemed to be taking a toll on the poor man. He left for Las Nevadas late that morning, swearing up a storm for being late to begin with, and not even an hour had passed before he was walked into the house by Wilbur and Fundy.

Somehow, he looked worse than before, completely disheveled and miserable. Wilbur walked him upstairs, telling him that he’d get his clothes ready while he got in the shower. Fundy joined Karl on the couch. “It’s a bad day.” He said simply. “What happened?” “It’s.. an anniversary.” A grimace overtook the fox’s features, and the brunette’s head tilted in confusion. Their anniversary already passed, hadn’t it? “It’s…” he leaned in closely, as if it was a deathly secret. And after hearing it, it might as well been. “His and Schlatt’s anniversary.” “Oh.” He fumbled to get his communicator. “I need to get Sapnap.” Fundy nodded. “He wasn’t in any kind of state to work, Wilbur said he’d had nightmares all night.” “He could- he should have woken us up. Sapnap?” “Hey, what’s going on?” “You need to come home now.” “What happened?” His voice dropped to a serious tone, and he could hear shuffling of him getting up and ready in the background. “Q’s home.” “Shit, already? What happened, did he ever open up?” “I don’t think so, but Wilbur and Fundy brought him home. It’s.. I’ll text you what they found out. Just hurry, he needs us.”

When they hung up, he quickly sent the ram’s name to the fireborn, putting his communicator down just as Quackity came down the stairs, Wilbur in tow with the bucket of their preening material. “Wilbur, I don’t want to fucking do this-“ “You’re starting up again, Quackity.” The avian huffed a sigh, storming down the rest of the stairs and right to Karl. “He’s not gonna save you, Big Q.” He pretended not to hear, burying his face in the brunette’s hoodie. “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t push-“ Karl started, nervous about the clingy behavior. He never got like this around people except close friends, and he couldn’t really say Fundy was considered a close friend to his fiancé. Wilbur watched the other’s reaction for a moment, face softening.

“Alright, I’ll relent. For now, but at some point we do need to preen your wings.” Wilbur’s voice was gentler than it had been. “Not today.” The Mexican’s voice was muffled, but Karl could hear the slight shake to it, the slight shake to his fingers as they nervously tapped at his spine to try and recover from his panic. “Not today. Sometime this week, maybe?” “Maybe.” “Let’s sit down.”

The avian was like putty, trying to put in effort to help but overall just compliant. It scared Karl more than anything. He didn’t know what Schlatt had done, but for the mention of the anniversary of the two to drive Quackity to such scary lengths, then he was not and never will be a fan of the Ram hybrid.

The door opened gently, surprisingly different from what their third usually did. The concern painted on his face said enough, and he quickly joined them on the couch, Fundy moving to give him the space. “Alright, Q. I’m gonna go back. Am I putting Slime in charge today?” “Close.” He muttered back, glaring down at his scarred hands. “You guys should rest. I’m not there working, you shouldn’t be either.” “Mm. I can still play the machines, right?” A small half-shrug was his answer, wings twitching behind him. It wasn’t him trying to be mean, Karl could tell, but the reaction only worried him further. “Go ahead, Fundy. I'll stay, unless I’m overstaying my welcome?” A beat passed, where they waited for their fiancé to give an answer, before Wilbur took a breath and moved slowly into the other avian’s line of sight. “Hey, big Q. I’m gonna head out, but you’re not alone, okay? Sapnap and Karl are right here with you.” He nodded, eyes falling closed as Wilbur also took his leave.

“‘M sorry.” His voice sounded so weak, so fragile. “Sorry for what, Q?” “All of this.” “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s a rough day for you.” “Do you want some tea? It helps me sometimes, and it’ll help your throat too.” Karl offered, the avian looking at him for a moment before nodding. “I can do that. I’ll be back.” He patted the other’s shoulder before heading towards the kitchen, pulling out their kettle and setting it on the stove. Pulling out three mugs, though setting one to the side as Sapnap didn’t always partake in tea, he put homemade tea bags into them, pouring the now boiling water over them.

As Karl watched the tea brew, a small thought came to him. Quackity liked being stored, it was something that helped him relax and sleep. Maybe.. he looked back towards the living room where his fiancés stayed curled up into each other on the couch, then towards the stairs where their potion stuff remained. Leaving the tea to continue to brew, he stepped into the living room again, making sure his footsteps were audible to prevent any panic. “Hey, Q? I have an idea, but I need your permission.” The avian was still staring blankly, just at the wall instead of his hands. He did offer a hum of acknowledgment, though, and he had Sapnap looking curiously at him as well. “So, Wilbur said you’d had nightmares, and didn’t really sleep well. So I was thinking, maybe we could do something to help you sleep? Like..” he forgot how embarrassing it was to ask if the other wanted to be stored. “Um-“ “Something like this, Quackity.” Sapnap pulled a shrinking potion out of his inventory, placing it into the other’s hands. His eyes went downcast once more. “Are you gonna be able to shift?” “No, I haven’t eaten today, so I was just gonna drink a purple potion with the tea.”

The blackette looked up, and prime did he look awful- and held the potion out to Karl. When his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle, he heard a soft, “please.” “Oh-okay! We can, uh.. do you want me or Sapnap?” He might as well offer, Sapnap’s warmer and-“ “You.” Oh. His shock must have shown, because the avian shrunk back suddenly as if he’d thrown boiling water on him. “I mean, you really don’t have-“ “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t willing to, Q. Can you breathe with me?” Watching his fiancé’s face twist with fear, his chest rapidly rising and falling, just shattered his heart.

When he’d calmed back down, Karl explained. “I just thought I should give you the option, I know Sapnap’s warmer than I am and he’s a lot more experienced with it.” “Yea, but I was also there a good amount of the time..” Sapnap grimaced as he recalled it. “Yea. It probably wouldn’t help as much if it were me.” “We always did it to him.” The avian whimpered, looking down as guilt flooded his eyes. “He should get-“ “This isn’t about me? It’s never been about me. I’m happy you care, but this is for you. I’m not doing this out of- of revenge or something, you just seem to rest easier in someone.” Why is that coming up now?

It’d been about a month since he finally admitted his fear to the duo, and he didn’t even think it affected them that much. They were more than accepting of the new conditions, and not once had they brought it up since they ended that conversation. Quackity had to really be doing bad mentally if that was coming up now. Was this anniversary always this difficult for the poor blackette?

“Wasn’t fair.” “Quackity.” He waited until he got an affirmation he’d been heard, the other’s head tilting slightly and his eyes meeting- well, there was no eye contact, his usually warm brown eyes were half lidded, full of regret and looking vaguely at his forehead, or his ear. Anywhere but eye contact, but Karl was not gonna push it because he’d finally gotten a little progress. “That’s over with. We came to an agreement about that. I’m not the one being stored in this situation, so I don’t care about myself right now. I don’t want you doing this if you’re doing it for the wrong reasons. I want you to do this so that you can rest, come down from the stressful day you’ve had. I don’t want you thinking I want this for my own benefit. I just want you to relax.”

He couldn’t even tell if he was getting through to his fiancé, until he finally caught his gaze. “You’re too good to me. You both are.” A sad smile crept onto his face, and it made Karl want to cry. “You are to us too, you know.” Sapnap nudged him. “Now come on, you sound like shit and you definitely didn’t get enough sleep last night.” The avian huffed a sigh, but held a hand out for the potion. “Do you want me to mix it with your tea? It might take the burnt taste away a little.” “You think it’ll work?” “Worth a shot?” A sheepish grin came to him, and he got a nod in return. Heading back to the kitchen, he stopped to grab a purple potion before returning to their tea, which had started to cool off from the conversation. Normally, he’d add a sweetener to his own, but not today. He wasn’t gonna make Quackity sit in essentially sugar water until he was willing to come out. Really, he wouldn’t be drinking the tea, either, but he’d made himself a lavender and chamomile tea, a blend that Philza had gifted him at some point. He’d made the same for Quackity, thinking that the calming herbs would help him relax a bit, and figured that all of them could drink some and just relax for the evening. Well, not like they can’t. Pulling the tea bags out, he uncorked his potion, pouring it into his tea and holding it in his right hand. “Right is mine, right is mine..” He did the same to Quackity’s cup, adding the shrinking potion to it and picking it up in his left hand. He repeated his mantra to himself as he went back to the living room, causing both of the men on the sofa to chuckle slightly at his antics. He didn’t reply until Quackity’s tea (Left Q, Left Q) was in his hands. “I just didn’t wanna mix them up.” He pouted at them, taking a sip of his own tea. “We’re not laughing at you, Karl. It’s just cute.” “You’re just cute.” “Oh really?” “Yea, really.” Quackity took a drink of his tea, hiding his smile as he watched his fiancés ‘argue’.

“What are you gonna do about it?” “Shut up before I kiss you-“ the brunette’s attention snapped over to the avian so fast he startled, though it came second to the sudden nausea and dizziness. Breathing heavily through his mouth, he tried to open his eyes again but to no avail. “Hang on, Q. I’ve got you.” He felt himself get scooped up, presumably by the brunette who spoke, especially since the hands weren’t as warm as he’d thought Sapnap’s would have been. A finger ran down his back, trying to sooth him. It didn’t take long for his stomach to stop trying to turn itself inside out, and he finally was able to open his eyes, looking up at both of his fiancés. The fireborn smiled, leaning down to press a kiss against his torso. He couldn’t hide his blush, though he was grateful for the other’s eyes closing to save him the embarrassment. Just when he began to pull away, he kissed the bridge of his nose.

A soft huff escaped the larger, content and amused. He finally pulled away so Karl could bring him up to his face. “Sure you wanna do this?” He nodded, looking up into the brunette’s pink eyes. “Verbal answer? I just wanna make sure you actually wanna do this.” Well, with such a nice reason, how could he deny him his request? “Yea, I’m sure.” The absolutely soft look that he was met with made his heart flutter slightly. It fluttered even more when instead of being tipped headfirst into his maw, he was instead taken in up to his hips. He forced himself to take a deep breath, a move that did not go unnoticed. A hum reverberated against his legs, questioning and concerned. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He leaned his head forward, resting it against the tip of the larger’s nose. His hands rested against his lips, but did not remain there long as he was scooped in further, the brunette taking a small, shaky breath before pulling him in all the way.

It was then when he remembered that Karl hadn’t actually stored anyone in his human form before, he had only turned human after he had swallowed them. “Are you gonna be okay, Karl?” “Mhm.” “You’ve never done this in this form before..”

Very carefully, he was maneuvered so he wasn’t anywhere near the other’s teeth before his mouth opened again. “I think it’ll be okay. I know the basics of it, and the two forms aren’t that different.” His speech was completely slurred and jumbled up, but he persisted nonetheless. “Besides, I’d feel bad backing out now that we’ve got this far into it.” The avian snorted, relaxing on the larger’s tongue. “You’re a dork.” “‘M your dork, love.” “Oh, shut up and swallow me already, Karl. Swear I’ll give you a stomachache-“ He was abruptly cut off by being pinned to the roof of the other’s mouth, and before he could even give a snarky retort about that, he was pulled back towards his throat and swallowed.

Huh. So he can actually swallow people in his human form. It was still different, however; at least in his other form, he had a small amount of room to breathe and move. His human form didn’t have such luxury, and he could feel himself getting light-headed from the inability to take in a full breath. Thankfully, it didn’t last long, and he was promptly dropped into the brunette’s stomach with a gasp. “Are you okay?” He was immediately asked, and he rolled his eyes. “Are you? Was starting to think I was gonna get stuck.” “Maybe I’ll stick to storing in my true form then. But I’m okay, don’t worry.” A pause, in which Quackity assumed Sapnap spoke up, occurred before Karl gave a small laugh. “Change in plans, I guess. Want a roommate?” “If you can handle it. Don’t push yourself.” The avian shifted to get comfortable, moving towards the other side of the small organ so he didn’t get flattened when Sapnap joined him. It didn’t take long before he heard another swallow, and only a few seconds seemed to pass before he was being looked at by his fiancé’s glowing orange eyes.

“Hey.” “Hey. Feeling better?” “Maybe a little.” He held his arms out, a silent question. The fireborn wasted no time to crawl over and take the avian into his arms, and Quackity took notice of the warmer temperature the other had. Their surroundings pitched backwards slightly, then a weight pressed against the top of them, though it was a lot more encompassing as the other’s stomach was smaller than their own pouches. “Sorry. Just getting comfortable.” The weight- Karl’s hand, of course- began to rub gently against them. “You’re fine, Karlos.” A comfortable silence came to them, though still tense as they all thought about the day their winged fiancé had had.

“You don’t have to answer..” Sapnap started, catching everyone off guard. “But did something happen today? Other than it just being a rough day for you? Typically Wilbur doesn’t walk you back home.” Quackity sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, steeling his nerves to speak. He genuinely did not want to remind himself of it, but.. they deserved to know what caused him to spiral so badly.

“I saw him today.” “Saw who?” He could only see Sapnap’s eyes in the dark, and they were full of concern. Even Karl’s rubbing against them had stopped, simply becoming a comforting weight. “Schlatt. Or.. Glatt, he goes by now I guess.” “How?” “He has a fucking underground gym, and I stumbled into it on accident. And he just, it was just like being back in Manburg. All I could think of was ‘thank prime I found him and not fucking Tubbo, or Fundy, or anyone else that dealt with his shit’! He was calling me pumpkin again, like nothings fucking changed. Like I haven’t moved on and realized how horribly he treated everyone.” “How he treated you, Quackity. You’re neglecting yourself again.” “It doesn’t matter-“ “It does matter, Q.” He choked back a retort, looking down. Sapnap wrapped him into a hug, mindful of the other’s wings and slight shaking. “You matter. You can’t just throw your hurt and needs out the window because someone else is being hurt as well. That’s not fair to you.” “He didn’t kill me.” “He didn’t kill Tubbo, either. Techno did.” “He told him to.” “Tubbo’s okay now, isn’t he? He’s with his husband, with their son, in his own country. He’s healing, Quackity. He’d want the same for you.” Karl spoke up, pressing harder against where he felt the two curled up. “Nobody wants you to neglect yourself because you think someone has it worse. We all care about you.”

“I’m sorry-“ the avian sobbed out, clutching to the back of Sapnap’s shirt like he’d disappear if he let go. “Don’t apologize, Q. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.” The fireborn soothed gently, running his hands up and down his spine to try and calm him down. He continued to quietly sob into the other’s shoulder, letting himself be gently rocked by the blackette. The larger went back to rubbing at them from outside, keeping his breaths calm to try and encourage the avian to settle down.

Finally, the other simply relaxed against Sapnap, and he looked down to ask if he felt better only to be cut off by a soft snore. “He fell asleep.” He couldn’t keep his voice low, but did bring his hands up to hover over his ears to muffle it. “That’s good. Hopefully he can get some sleep now.” “Yeah.” Sapnap’s eyes began to droop, the dark and warmth around him pulling him to rest, and he forced his eyes open again. “You should rest too, Sapnap.” “Maybe, but I don’t want him to feel alone if he wakes up fast, you know?” “Yeah, but you’re a super light sleeper. I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” The fireborn gave a long, drawn out sigh before relenting. “Fine. I’ll try. Night, Karl. Love you.” “Love you too, Sapnap.”

He adjusted the blackette in his arms so he could lay down, pulling him back against his chest when he finished and resting his head atop the other’s. He thought it would have taken longer for him to drift, his worry usually kept him up, but he quickly fell asleep.

~ ~ ~

“You found me on our anniversary, Pumpkin. It’s almost like fate, wouldn’t you agree?”

He jolted awake with a gasp, panicking at the feel of arms around him. His eyes flew open and yet- nothing changed. He was warm, drenched in- is that mint? Some kind of mint liquid, and there was a pounding sound not that-

His mind caught up to him, and he relaxed. He wasn’t near him, he was with his fiancés. Sapnap was curled up behind him, or.. was. He was sitting up, matching his gaze with slight panic and worry in his amber eyes, the only light in the organ they resided in. His hands were raised in surrender, though Quackity couldn’t see them. “You okay?” “What happened?” Karl’s voice was groggy and quiet, but still all encompassing. “I.. I’m sorry, I had a nightmare-“ “You’re fine, Q. It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for a nightmare.” Sapnap sighed in relief rather than answering, finding his hand and entwining their fingers. “Wanna stay awake?” “..Not really. I just, maybe I won’t have a nightmare again.” “I’ll protect you from the nightmares.” “And I’ll protect both of you from nightmares.” If Karl had been in his true form, Quackity would bet money the walls around them would be pink. They could feel their surroundings squish in, no doubt the larger wrapping his arms around his middle to give them an impromptu hug.

The tension completely oozed out of the avian, and he fell limp against the fireborn again. “I love you both so much.” “We love you too, Q. Get some sleep, okay?” “I’ll try.” It was the hardest thing to do, go back to sleep with the knowledge that he may be haunted by his dead ex. But at least his finances had promised they would protect him from the ghost, and that alone had been enough. Sapnap pulled him back down so they were laying back down, beginning to purr to help pull him back to sleep. Quackity couldn’t deny that it helped, and as his mind drifted off all he could think of was how lucky he was to have the best fiancés in the world.

~ ~ ~

“He’s sleeping again.” “I hope you know how weird it is to feel you purring in there.” Karl kept his giggling to a minimum, trying not to disrupt the sleeping avian. “You’re welcome.” “Oh my god.” He rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to squish him further. As silence settles over the two awake, Karl couldn’t help but think back over the morning, over his distressed fiancé’s actions. He gave a heavy sigh. “We can’t let this happen again, Sapnap. He doesn’t deserve it.” “I agree. I almost wanna track down that damn ghost myself and tell him to fuck off. Actually, let me talk to Dream about that. That’s my goal tomorrow.” The weight of the fireborn grew warmer, and he knew Sapnap was getting worked up over it.

“It’s not just him, though. We didn’t even know why today had significance until Fundy told us. We really gotta start paying attention to stuff like that.” “No, I agree. You’re right about that, I should have known what today was gonna be but I just didn’t think about it.” “Well,” the brunette mused, “At least we know we’ll never let him get this distressed again.” “Damn right.” Another silence came over them, and the fireborn stifled a yawn. “If you’re okay with it, I’m gonna take a nap too.” “Yea, I planned on taking one. Night, Sapnap. Love you.” “Love you too, Karl. Good night.”

And with that, the blackette snuggled closer to the walls surrounding him and his sleeping fiancé, letting himself cool off and sleep come to him. He was so going to make that ram pay for everything when he woke up.

[marvelousmarley]

Came up with a AU and need help with naming it so why not share it!

Essentially the AU is based around the Eggpire and how the Egg came to be, as well as why Bad was brought into it. Just a little reminder that none of this this is canon and I doubt it will ever be. To start Glatt is going to be a main part of this, before he was found in his cave I suspect that he has lied about not being able to leave. Since of course he still has Schlatt’s personality and likes similar things he still will have his thirst for power and if he ever found out his life before he died he would most likely want to find a way to continue his legacy somehow. This leads to the creation of the Egg, some resources he found in hell (which I am guessing he went for obvious reasons) he was able to create something that could easily lure others but not in the way you may think. When Bad first found the Egg Glatt used this opportunity to actually possess Bad in a way and used the Egg to make sure nobody knew it was him, though the Egg did have some brainwashing mechanisms to use on the other members of the Eggpire Bad was never under the influence. Glatt used Bad in order to try and continue his legacy by gaining more power, brainwashing more people and spreading the Egg around the server. Though once the Egg was quarantined and blocked off he was unable to use it as an excuse so he actually gave some control back to Bad, still sticking around to mess around with him. He mostly would suggest things Bad would never do and try to influence him to do these ideas, but it never really worked, he did manage to suggest his way of coping from the trauma of the prison with alcohol though that was the most he could manage. In the end he kind of just used Bad for some company until Quackity found his cave, he still would talk to Bad when alone to give himself company and Bad actually got used to him after a while.

Somethings I do want to add is how I came up with this AU so if anyone does want to dig deeper into it they can! ^^

I got the idea when the Eggpire invited people to the Red banquet and ended up luring others right into a trap a sacrifice to the Egg, which is almost exactly like the L’manburg festival that Schlatt used to trap Tubbo. After I started to collect more clues, one being how Bad’s color change from red to white even if others changed TO red, you may say that it already was red but his eyes were also white, to symbolize the Egg’s influence they could of changed to red though the white could also symbolize the fact he was possessed by a ghost instead. Along with the plan of the Eggpire, taking over the entire server and also turning into a government, Glatt obviously wanted power so that would be his main goal in order to gain it. One last thing I would like to mention is the change in Bad’s personality, he started to turn more manipulative which is something Schlatt had a talent in. Not to mention how he stopped calling people out when the used foul language which is very VERY unusual for him.

I don’t really care if you dislike this AU at all or honestly not plan on ever learning more about it but I simply just need some name ideas for it so if you have any please tell me some that would save me a lot of time 😭