#now I'm in my c!karl feels

[caseywond3r]

hey guys this quiz just stole my wallet and my bitches I feel called out and violated in every sense of the word

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Ony x Bestfriend!Reader

PART 1

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black fem reader, semi set in college, friends to lovers, best friend ony, miscommunication, pet names (mama's, babygirl, ma) from both characters, coworker ony, reader is very quiet and a bit of an observer, so bare with me, and it's a lil toxic, also reader has a darker taste in music and style and smokes cigarettes (don't be mad it's just fiction) a little angsty, hinted at anxiety and depression. Reader is a loner and Ony is basically her only real friend, reader is a virgin, reader is a badass, has tattoos and piercings

A/N: this is my very first chapter of halfcrazy, It'll be 5 parts, and most of those will have sexual energy or just straight up smut. Not in this first chapter though, so enjoy (for now)

"Never thought that we would ever be more than friends

Now I'm all confused 'cause for you, I have deeper feelings

We both thought it was cool to cross the line

And I was convinced it would be alright

Now things are strange, nothing's the same

And really, I just want my friend back"

" You've been sittin' there quiet for hours ma, you ain't gone smoke with me?" Ony said, eyeing you from across the couch. You had been sitting there with him in practical silence, music playing from a bluetooth speaker on his coffee table. He took a puff waiting for you to respond.

You peered up from your book, acrylics flipping a page before responding "I'm good Ony. Jus' reading." you said.

He shrugged his shoulders and took a hit from the blunt, inhaling and exhaling. He then got up from the leather couch and flopped next to you, leaning over to look at your book.

"Looks jus' like a bunch of gibberish to me. You like readin' that french shit?" He tried to grab the book from you but you quickly snatched it away, slamming it shut.

Rolling your eyes and grabbing his phone to change the song "Hey don't change my shit to that rock shit, keep my rnb on fa' now."

"I told you Nirvana is grunge not rock, it's just similar." You said under your breath, changing it to Halfcrazy by musiqsoulchild.

You had been at Ony's for hours, making small talk and gossiping about your friends.

You had met Ony last year while working at your schools library. He didn't seem like the type that would fit in with your coworkers, so he immediately attached himself to you. Quickly all you two did on your shifts was laugh, put the books on the shelf and do recommendations for other students. That turned into a friendship, in which you became friends with his friends, and that was the end of the story.

Sasha and Mikasa had been blowing your phone up ever since you met, taking you out of your comfort zone and into clubs, going to Connie's trap house to smoke and eat every once in a while.

Ony nudged you bringing out you out of your thoughts and back into the almost one sided conversation. "You heard from that nigga today? Whas' his name, Hakeem? Raheem? Rak-"

"now you know that nigga name is not rakeem, it's Hakeem and no I haven't heard from him today. Why you in my business like that Ony?"

"I ain't in your business babygirl, but you need someone to look out for you because I don't trust that nigga. Always coming up to the front desk talkin' about do we have Karl Marx knowing he only read abc 123 shit." He retorted, chuckling under his breath. You giggled then side eyed him, knowing he was right.

Getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen table where your work bag was, you looked through the thing to find your phone. He eyed you from behind, eyeing you in your khaki's and tight collared shirt. Your sneakers made a sound against the hardwoods floors in the apartment, work attire draped on your body.

Ony has had feelings for you for a while, but he was 'in denial' as Eren told him time and time again.

He didn't want to admit that his crush turned into feelings, he didn't want to leave his little fling alone, fearing that the answer to his question would be met with your denying head shake and frown.

To him, why bother to even tell you? To possibly mess up such a rare friendship that he'd come across.

You scrolled through the group chat, Mikasa's text bubble a constant on the screen. She was ranting about how Eren had been entertaining other girls on the side. 'He ain't even big like that' and 'I don't need his gaming ass' Flashed onto the screen. You decided to be a little nosy and swiveled around to face Ony.

He cut his gaze away from you, pretending that he was only looking at the blunt he was now putting out. A grin flashed on your face as you went to sit down, folding your legs into a butterfly position on his couch. "You wouldn’t lie to me, right?" You asked, batting your eyelashes and him and throwing your jet black box braids over your shoulder.

"No ma, about what?" He questioned with a puzzled look. "So Mikasa think Eren been talking to another girl... Has he?"

"Look, all I know is when me and Eren went to go get tatted the other day, a fine ass girl did his tat. She was feeling all up on him and flirting. She did give him her number but ion know if he responded. Connie was laughing the whole time trying to talk to her but she ain't want him, she wanted Eren." he paused, glancing at you.

"Don't get in that messy shit, you weren't around the last time she found out he was fucking around on her. She slashed his tires, burned 'fuck you' into his grass. It was ugly. Mikasa is a crazy ass bitch that'll get you in trouble. You too reserved for that, ma." crinkling his nose at the remembrance of 2023.

"They gon' make up, fuck, and be done with it and back with each other again. Don't let her convince you otherwise." with that he let out a sigh, muttering 'shit' in response to his phone buzzing. You looked away from him, a little contact high from earlier.

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Ony had always harped on you for being a bit straight edge, only smoking a few times since you've meet.

Each time, you found the warm haze that washed over you only made him look better than normal, made his voice deeper, made you wet when he would hold the blunt up to your lips and tell you to inhale. The first time you smoked together he helped you, coaching you on how to handle it, letting out "inhale ma. There you go, so good at it ion' even gotta teach you" into your ear in a hushed voice.

Before that the feelings that you felt for him were excitement, happiness, and borderline hysterical while talking to him. You could admit to yourself that he was an attractive guy, tattoo sleeve cascading down his arms, a clean cut line up with the two earrings to match. Pearly whites with eyes and a smile that made you melt silently when you looked at him.

He wouldn't, no, couldn't have known you like him in that way, shared the same throbbing feelings between you too.

As much as he wanted you to share them, he just didn't see it. You always had this unassuming face on, only sharing intimate information with him when it really affected you in the worse way. He couldn't remember the first night he got you high, but he remembered the second.

The heat was sweltering and the air conditioner in the dorms was cut off, so everyone you knew from school went to family, friends, or cool shelters over the weekend.

You went to Ony, promising him that you would play video games, watch movies, and just chill all weekend. By the time he got to the dorms to pick you up, your usual calm facial expression was contorted into a frown.

He could see the glossy tears gathering in your eyes and you slammed the car door after throwing your overnight bag in the back.

He decided against saying anything just he, he drove off, letting the sound of 'chicago' by micheal jackson play in the background. You sniffled, wiping away tears only to put the same expression back on, as cold as ice.

"Whas' wrong Y/n, forreal? You ain't said nun whole ride." He turned the music down, waiting for a response.

"Just some guy. I'm tired of nigga's, Ony. always wanting sex and nothing else. No intimacy, wanna hook up but don't want to actually get to know me for me. I enjoy being a loner, it's what I do, but I still want love. I feel like it's not even disappointing, it just makes me want to be alone for good." You ranted.

He kept his eyes trained on the road, and by the end of your conversation, you two had made it to the apartment. "That's why I told you to stop fucking with nigga's like that. He got you all upset and shit, you don't listen." He continued the conversation while gathering all of your things from the back seat.

Later that night, you two had eaten, played a few rounds of mortal kombat and super smash brothers, he had convinced you that the chill part of the hangout wasn't finished until he had properly smoked you out.

He brought you to the bedroom, set up some music and put on some cartoons in the background to balance out the tense energy you had from earlier.

A few crystals sat on his nightstand, a clear quartz, carnelian, and a rose quartz. You took mental note of that and decided to get comfortable, propping yourself up on the pillow you had brought along. He had already rolled the blunt and brought the ashtray out, placing it between you two.

Remembering last time when he called himself 'teaching' you, you quickly caught onto how to smoke blunts. The two of you passed it back and forth. You had the hidden habit of smoking a cigarette or two, so inhaling the weed was stronger but now next to nothing for you.

"That guy that hangs around the library has a crush on you. He down bad, ma. Fuck, what's his name?" he muttered.

"Hakeem. I'm not feeling him like that though." You said, eyes glazed over.

"I'm telling you he on that Joe shit forreal. Hanging around the library, peeking around shelves. He gone beck yo' shit, Y/n." He cackled, passing the blunt towards you.

He glanced down at the v-neck you had on, cleavage showing. The leggings you threw on showed the curves you had, and he hadn't noticed it before, but the twinkling in your eyes showed even more in the haze of the smoke. You closed your eyes and stayed like that for a second, letting the feeling of sleepiness wash over you.

After you dozed off he ashed the blunt, carrying it with him to the living room where he finished it, and began to clean up. Your phone was buzzing on the table, and he figured that you trusted him enough to open whatever it was.

So he did. The contact was labeled Hakeem, with a skull emoji next to the name. The text message read as the following, 'I'm sorry y/n I really am. I didn't know you were a virgin. When you rejected me it's because I thought you was talking to that guy that's always around. I promise you me and that girl ain't even sleep together like that'

He stopped reading the text and slammed the phone down. He knew that the nigga had pissed him off before with hanging around the job waiting for you to get off, but he didn't know you actually talked to him. You're virgin? Wasn't what he expected but you are private, borderline mysterious to him but still so comfortable around him like you've known him for years.

That was the day he officially decided he would leave you alone to just do you, letting whatever you had between you just be. The feelings wouldn't stop, No. They pestered and lingered, they are still there with him.

His plan was to lay in wait, let things happen on there own.

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In the present, you two were currently at your shift. You were somewhere in the back sorting out the damaged books, student's reckless with the sensitive materials.

Ony worked the desk, flashing his smile at the pretty girls that would walk pass. He was a straight A student with a high GPA, unlike his friends he did plan on doing something with his life, so he took pride in his knowledge. Breaking his glance towards the back room where you were, he was brought out of his gaze by a grating voice.

"Sup' B. Where Y/n?" The light skin male asked Ony. He wore a Nike tech paired with black sneakers, his curly hair braided to the back with a fresh line up.

The sound of his voice just annoyed Ony.

His face contorted to one of disgust, and finally he answered the man "She's busy. Come back later." His voice bellowed out.

Hakeem's eyes pierced back at Ony, green orbs of his flickering darker in annoyance. "Whatever. Just tell her I was here." He walked away, out of the double doors, pulling his phone out when he got to the lobby of the school.

'Y/n text me back, you got this nigga covering for you and shit.'

He would get you back, and get rid of Ony too.

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It was now hours later, and you were outside on a bench, smoking a cigarette alone. You watched as people passed by, some on bikes but most were hand in hand. You inhaled, taking some smoke in.

You had gotten the text from Hakeem earlier and, in a moment of weakness, texted him that you’d be at a local club tonight with a group, so you could talk to him there.

You shot Sasha a quick text about going out and before you knew it, everyone, including Ony was going.

Tonight would be a night to remember.

[the-final-sif]

Aaaand my convict childcare au obsession is back ... yay

So, I've been meaning to ask for ages so I guess I will just bite the bullet now. I absolutely love the AU and I'm taking any scraps of lore you would be willing to share (and didn't share so far) but what I remember really wondering about (there is more but this is the first thing I could think of) is that timeline when Karl kills Quackity and Dream revives. Or at least I assume it was Dream, he is the only one who has XD's private number after all.

Why lead Dream to reviving Quackity? What are everyone's, namely Dream's and Quackity's feelings about this? What would Quackity be up to being alive again? Do they ever interact after the revival?

Just as someone who enjoys Quackity as a character I am delighted to see him alive again but I struggle to wrap my head around why? After all the torture, Dream is probably the last person who would want to see Quackity alive isn't he?

I'm really sorry if this had already been addressed and I failed to notice it

Have a nice day <3

I'm not sure if I talked about it on tumblr or not, but I did have a sense of how that went that I think I talked about on discord.

Basically, after c!Karl murdered c!Quackity, c!Sapnap went into a serious depressive slump that did not go unnoticed by other people. It's a really rough time on him emotionally, and it really isn't getting better.

c!Dream by this point already revived c!Ranboo (although hilariously because nobody is really hunting Dream anymore what with Quackity being dead, it takes fucking ages for anyone to realized Ranboo is alive again), so that obligation is complete and his hands are doing a lot better. So making a book isn't as much of a big deal as it was before, and he has more time on his hands. He's also slowly getting caught up on stuff happening around the server.

Additionally, Ranboo has also been able to tell him about how awful limbo was and about how awful the time difference is. So c!Dream doesn't particularly feel good about leaving anyone dead for a long period. Still, he considers Quackity a threat to the commune so he hestiates.

It's when he starts getting reports (first through c!Punz as a mention, then through c!Ponk and c!Foolish when they visit as both of them are in regular contact with c!Bad whose really worried about Sapnap) that he starts seriously considering reviving Quackity. It's a mix of personal morality, wanting Sapnap to be happy despite everything, and on some level wanting to prove that he isn't scared of Quackity.

I think for him, the second part was the real reason he did it, and the last part was how he justified it to himself. It's a form of closure. Of proving that he moved on, that's he's not broken, and that he's not afraid of Quackity.

But mostly, it's about the fact that despite everything, he still loves Sapnap and wants him to happy, no matter the cost to his personally.

[imagines-babes]

cardigan (c!wilbur)

Hello thank you for over 50 followers. This week story is about qsmp and about the egg. This is a long story so just a heads up. There not a lot to say before i just tell you how it goes. But one thing I would say is, The moon is beautiful isn’t it, means I love you. Today song is, cardigan by Taylor Swift. I hope you enjoy and maybe next week story will be about pirate Karl.

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Arriving at the island. Leaving them all behind starting a new live. Forgetting all the rules of my parents. Forgetting what happened that was before here. This is a vacation. Seeing everyone at the station I smiled. That failed till I saw him. My lover. I gave a smile. No more lies No more hiding. No more of any of that. Wanting to walk up to him. He never saw me there. Till his eye meet mine I gave a smile. He hugged me as kiss my lips with a smile.

But that 27 days ago. I haven't seen him in 27 days. I never heard from him or even found where he lives. I thought we were lovers before we came here to Quesadilla. But after the first night here he disappeared. Never to be heard from again. But that's beside the point I have forgotten about him. I think I have. But a lot has happened. Everyone was sent to a pairs and gotten a child(egg). They pair up people with someone who's first language was Spanish or if you spoke Spanish they got paired with someone first language is English. Somewhere in the system there was mix up. I was not picked to have an egg. So the single parents were bad and quackity. I told them both  before everyone went off to show their child around. If they ever needed help to me know or just to message .Looking at all the eggs either parents made me smile. Everyone left the adoption center while I stayed looking around for a egg of my own. But nothing came so i left going to my house and stare at the night sky.

Along this 27 days 3 eggs have died and new homes were build. With the exploring, bad getting on foolish nerves with now Dapper, Slime and Marianna went to court then was behind bars aswell as foolish, Bobby bulling his dad, Foolish love life, don't get me started with it, but he only has eyes for veggeta so i believe him, and many more that i won't go into detail.

This morning, I heard voices near the adoption center as I went in. It looked abandoned, webs with broken glasses and a ladder against the wall. I climb up little by little. ' Fit I don't think I am able to take care of an egg I can barely manage myself,' poking my head out to see fit with Wilbur. After 27 days he comes here and gets a child. 'Oh hey y/n, what are you doing here?' Fit asked to see Wilbur turned see me. Looking passed them to see an egg. 'I was just walking passed till I heard you both talking. Who is this little one?' Passing by them to see her with the same beanie and hair as her father. 'Hey little one I'm y/n and these men are fit and Wilbur wanna come out so we can give you some food and you can run outside?' Steping out of the glass slowly we made our ways to the bottom as i lol at the two. 'Come on you two, oh and fit you can go home to Ramon, if you want I can help Wilbur.' He nods making it to the bottom telling us good luck. Giving us a wave. Looking over to Wilbur. 'So your a father now,' the air was thick as he nods.

Within the first day of getting her, Tallulah, he got attach to her. I started to light up an area for them by the water. For Wilbur, he made a dock for her. For her to do some fishing like he did when he was a child. He made he a fishing pole as she gave him a flower with a smile. Tallulah waited to catch her first fish as i sit on the deck with my leg hanging off touching the water while Wilbur sat beside me. 'How are you feeling?' He turned to look over at me, 'y/n I'm so-' I shake my head, 'that's not what I'm asking. How are you feeling?' He took in a breathe, ' I'm good now, never knew how much my life would change because of Tallulah,' I gave a small smile, 'so where is your child?' That question made my smile disappear. 'The day everyone got their egg i was one of the last one to be assigned. When I walked up to get a ticket nothing happened and their was no egg. So I guess I wasn't fit to be a parent. But I do help other with their kids if they ask.' Tallulah was rolling in the string to pull up something she has caught. 'Dad I have got something,' she started shouting to Wilbur. With him quickly going over to help her caught her first fish. She pulled it in as Wilbur smiled. It was fun father and daughter time and possibly will be one of their first best memories. Across the stream was quackity staring at them both. Starting to walk to wilbur, 'I will be back,' giving across the river I walked up to him. 'It's not fair,' was his first words, 'it's not fair that my tilin had to die while he finds another child to raise.' There were tears in his eyes while I nod. 'Maybe Wilbur isn't tilin father quackity. Maybe it's Luzu remember he wasn't assigned ether. ' he shook his head quickly and replied, 'it's his.' Nothing had came out as I touched his shoulder, 'if you ever want to talk I'll be here,' walking back to Wilbur and Tallulah. They smiled trying to catch another. 'Wil you should talk to him,' he agreed and left tallulah here by the docks. 'Mis y/n do you like my dad,' the question stumble on me while I look across the water. I didn’t want to lie so I told the truth, ‘long ago I was in love with your father but I don’t know about now. Just don’t tell your dad.’ She gives a nod while catching another fish. The two across the water started to yell as I turned to Tallulah. ‘How about we build you a small house for you to sleep in for now while they talk.’ She gives me the fishing pole as she nods. Cutting the grass and picking up flowers we build a small dirt house. Wilbur came back and look defeated. Tallulah notice and gave him a flower. That was putting a smile on his face. Finishing the house and sitting by the water. Wilbur was putting Tallulah asleep as I didn’t know what to do. More like I was procrastinating on if I should go or not. Laying back on the grass with my eyes staring at the moon. Hearing the footsteps come closer. He sat down looking over at me then at the sly. ‘The moon beautiful isn’t it Wilbur?’ He stayed silent for a minute than looked over at me, ‘More beautiful than it know y/n.’

[aranora]

Opening requests (And some information!)

Note from me: Hello! I haven't written anything or posted in a little over a year now due to lack of motivation and ideas but I'm wanting to get back into it so here I am! I haven't written anything mcyt based but I have been a fan of the dsmp and people surrounding it for a while! Request information: I will write fluff, angst, smut (Boundaries will be below), head canons, Au's and works based on other stories (As long as the author is fine with their characters being used!) I won't write incest, heavy yandere themes, anything to do with minors (For smut) or heavy topics that may make me or other readers uncomfortable. If I haven't explicitly said I will or won't write on something feel free to ask about it! <3 Depending on the topic, my writing may be better or worse if it's something I'm more interested in. Who I will write for: c!wilbur (Will also write for the burs) c!quackity (No smut, I don't believe they are comfortable with it!) c!schlatt c!Karl jacobs c!sapnap c!george c!punz c!foolish c!eret Not limited to just these characters though those are the main ones, I'm fine with writing for anyone as long as it follows their boundaries. I won't write smut for cc's or if they have stated they don't feel comfortable with it! Stories will be based on their character unless stated otherwise!

-Kai <3

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Here's the concept. I just copied the Google doc I have of it.

Takes place before the prison arc. 

Quackity has admin on the server and is abusing that access to add a bunch of people. 

The people wear animal masks and are really cryptic. Like a cult or a gang.

Quackity has a sound thing that makes people insentient, like statues, it doesn’t work on people who have been/are dead.

Quackity and his cult/gang weren't affected along with Dream, Punz, Glatt, and Ghostbur.

Quackity’s more violent and cannibalistic.

Glatt lives in Las Nevadas.

The “statues” are alive and their conscious is wandering around the server.

Switches povs. Glatt, Dream, Quackity, Ghostbur, Punz.

Here's the questions Elmhat asked along with the answers! I've found questions very helpful so if you have any please ask!

How is this world different from canon?

Why is this world different from canon?

Why is this world being different from canon important to the new story I'm trying to tell?

How did c!Quackity get admin powers? Did c!Dream know about this? Is this a betrayal of his trust?

What does c!Quackity gain from turning people into “statues”? Satisfaction? Or something more? Does this benefit his businesses in some way?

What's c!Dream’s goal? If it's to stop c!Quackity, is there some deeper reason why he feels compelled to do this?

Do we ever find out what it's like to become a "statue"? Does it happen to c!Dream? How does it affect his thinking going forward?

How is c!Quackity's “gang” involved? Who’s part of it? How do they feel about what c!Quackity is doing?

I’m bad at explaining things like this. Something I really need help with.

Quackity has a sound ray that’s kinda like the ray gun from Zombie goldfish but bigger and it makes people insentient.

Same as question 1

Simple one of the people under him can hack and got him access to it. Dream only knew someone breached the system, and at the time him and Callahan were working on figuring out who.

Some kind of satisfaction and/or it’s because this Quackity is a cannibal, and c!Quackity doesn't like hurting living things so if this Quackity can reduce them to being almost non-living things and they don't react to pain then it’s “not like he’s hurting anything”.

Dream doesn’t know what to do or what to think about all of this, so far he's only processed what’s happening enough for his brain to conclude that “my friends aren’t safe here, I need to get them somewhere safe”.

Dream can’t become a “statue” since he has died and been revived but I think he would try and get Sapnap and George to “snap out of it” along with anyone else he cares about. And this could switch to the pov of one of them when they are a “statue” although I’d probably choose Karl instead.

Not quite sure how their involved yet. In my dream they were just following Quackity like an entourage or watching from the shadows. And, well, I think that's kinda the point, you're not supposed to know anything about them. They're not someone from the smp. You can’t see their faces. They don’t talk. They're just there and no one knows anything about them.

Oohh that's real funky, im into it! Plots based off of dreams sure do be like that xD

I don't really have many more questions that Elmhat didn't already ask. Although in addition to what is Dream doing, I wonder what the other POVs are doing- specifically Glatt, Ghostbur, and Punz.

I like the idea that they all get this immunity because they've all died before; the ghosts are obvious, and Dream and Punz due to their experimentation, I assume.

I'd expect Dream to have some Thoughts™ about Q having admin powers and abusing it, and can see Punz being on his side of that ofc. What about Glatt? if he lives in Las Nevadas, I figure he's working with Q and is therefore into the whole thing. And what on earth is Ghostbur doing in all this? Feels like bit of a wild card in this specific cast, but hey theres nothing wrong with that ;)

and now Quackity's 'gang'. My first thought is that if you were itching to fill that role, there is the whole slime army thing. Rearrange events so it happens pre-prison. OR OR OR You could go the full Las Vegas route and make him a whole dang mafia boss. I've always loved those tropes ngl. Could do some research there for some Inspiration~ if that sounds interesting. Or just some shadowy figures, that works too lol

As for the whole statue thing there, any narrative ailment needs a cure, right? Dream wants to 'snap people out of it', but ofc that leaves the big How. Maybe something funky with the revive book, or some god shenangans, idk, lots of options there.

[cearthduo]

oh i forgot 2 say in my last ask but how do you feel about c!georges relationships outside of c!dteam? im curious to hear your takes - 🍀

oooh this is an interesting question, alright.

George's relationships with other members is kind of hard to place since she treats everyone mostly the same. She's very cordial with other members, treating them as friends even if she has personal grievances. The best example of this treatment it Tommy. During conflicts it's very clear that George doesn't care at all for Tommy, often blaming him for the servers problems or calling him annoying/a pest(which she does even outside of conflicts) However when the two interact normally, George is typically friendly or at least cordial, even if sometimes you can tell there's underlying distaste. This goes for other characters George dislikes or is neutral towards as well, such as Wilbur, Ranboo, and Techno.

George's tendencies to treat everyone mostly the same even get her in trouble sometimes. A good example is this is right before dethronement, where George casually asks Techno if he has a cow farm and then gives out her location (when prompted by Techno) before Quackity's panic makes her realize that she's put herself in danger. I believe the reason for this (and similar) interactions is because George is unable to move away from the era of the smp where conflicts meant little to nothing and everyone was still friends at the end of it all.

Outside of Dream team, the only characters I see her being genuinely friends with are Quackity, Karl, Bad, Punz, Sam, and Callahan. I'd also argue that she seems close with Niki, Tina, and Hannah but since their interactions are more scarce it's hard to tell if those friendships are genuine or if it's just a case of George naturally being friendly. When it comes to friendships in general, George seems to utilize them similarly to how Dream utilizes his friends. It's a very "You benefit me in some way or we're not friends." type of midset. You can see this clearly with how George treats Callahan throughout the server, making him do her bidding and harming him whenever he doesn't (usually as a form of entertainment). You can also see this during George's godhood stream. Once Karl gets in George's way, and presents himself as an enemy, George kills him without much hesitation despite them being close friends. You can also see it when it comes to how fast George drops Bad when he becomes a threat during eggpire, or how little she seems to care about Quackity once he strays away from the group (despite Q being one of the only characters to stand up for George's rights)

George seems to view friendship as an exchange. They do what she wants and in return she does things for them (which is likely why her and Dream fell out so hard during dethronement. Yikes!) Though I will say, George gives lots of chances to people and even if they screw her over (in her mind) she'll continue to be friendly. A good example of this is how fast she returns to being Sam's friend despite him threatening her life on multiple occasions (one of which directly resulted in her dethronement)

Now... I'll talk about the elephant in the room. The character relationship that's one of the most important that I hate to talk about... DreamXD. Honesly, I could make an entire post about how much I HATE XDnf and the fandoms portrayal of him and George's relationship (and I am. Literally right now, I'm typing it up the second this is posted) but for now, I'm just going to say a quick little thing.

Ahem.

GEORGE HATES XD.

Ok, hate is strong, George tolerates XD. Primarily because it gives her things, reminds her of Dream, and tends to protect her in Dream's absence. That being said, she's very clearly annoyed and a bit disturbed by It. The romanticization of XDnf needs to be studied because to me, their interactions barely seem friendly 😭 but maybe I haven't read enough badly written fics to truly understand. Pfft.

But yeah, that's my takes on George's relationships overall. I really want to do some specific in depths analysis' of specific George relationships. I'll probably do Tommy, Quackity, Sam and (as said before) XD because their dynamics with George interest me. I also have a Dnf analysis in the works andddd I'll probably do a little something for Punz and George because their relationship is overlooked in my eyes. If anyone wants to see a specific one (even out of those) send me an ask and I'll talk about them a little bit for you.

[butterflyintochains]

Rival Captains In Love

Or, an AU where Erik and Kris both go to Czechia for Worlds, and are both made captains of Team Sweden and Canada respectively. So sorry to Parayko girlies, but someone had to go to make this work, and his was the first name that came to me.

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This might just be the funniest thing that's ever happened to them. Kris sits on the dressing room bench in Prague, the Team Canada #58 jersey in his hands, the C sitting on the chest above the maple leaf. All the way over in Ostrava, Erik is in much the same position, the #65 on his back as always, and the C sitting pride of place on the front above the three crowns. These will absolutely be going up on the wall at home. ''Tanger, call Karl, man, you gotta.'' Bunts says to Kris.

Kris nods, slipping the jersey on, and facetiming his husband, Erik's face pops up on his phone screen, a beaming smile on his face. ''Hello, amour, let's see it!''

Erik pans the camera down to his jersey. ''Like what you see, hjartat?'' Kris laughs, the full bodied one that only four people can ever get from him. ''Hell yeah I do. Guess what?''

Erik asks, flirty curiosity in his voice. ''What's up, Kris?'' Kris pans his camera down to the C on his own jersey. ''Oh, my God, you too?'' Kris says. ''Yeah, like it?''

Erik says. ''Suits you, captain.'' Kris smiles, this first proper summer together may not be entirely what they expected, but this suits them so well. ''You've gotta ask if you can keep your jersey, I have plans for these.'' Erik says. Kris doesn't entirely know whether he should be excited or terrified at that, but either way they win. ''I'll ask, what are your plans? Hang them up above the bed, or something else?'' Kris asks.

Erik vaguely says. ''That too, yeah.'' Kris rolls his eyes at Erik's filthy mind, and says. ''I should get going for media, I love you.'' Erik says, a wry smile on his face. ''I love you too.''

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Kris gets to watch Team Sweden win their first game, beating Team USA 5-2. Before their game against Team GB, his first as captain. The jersey feels good, he can't wait to see how Erik responds to this one. They're 1-1 a piece by the time the first period ends, Kris addresses the room, taking a leaf from Sid's playbook. ''Okay, boys, this is going really well, we're playing so well. We go out there, we focus, play as one unit. We're a great team, and I'm honoured to be your captain, so let's get this done!''

And get this done, they do, Hagel taking a feed from Dubois and Zellweger for a beauty of a goal five minutes into the second period. And, Connor Bedard scoring two gorgeous goals to debut for the senior team. ''Good job, kid.'' Kris says during intermission.

Connor smiles brightly. ''Thank you very much, captain.''

They have a brief wobble, but win the game 4-2. Kris is taken for media after the game, such is a captain's job. ''Kris, Erik Karlsson said after his game that he's really rooting for you guys this year, and is really happy that you're the captain, why is that?''

Kris chuckles, sliding his ring back onto his finger. ''It's nice to have your partner support you, Erik and I love each other very much, and I'm rooting for him and Team Sweden as well.''

Another journalist asks. ''By 'partner' you mean Defence partner, right?''

Kris briefly flashes his ring with a tranquil smile. ''No, I mean in the 'we're together' way.'' They talk about Connor's goals, and aims for the team. Then, Kris goes back to the hotel. Immediately, he gets a text from Erik.

Mon Amour: You're insane, you know that, right?

Ah, so he did see his post-game interview. Kris smirks, and replies.

Kris: Thanks, I do try.

Teams Canada and Sweden have their first wins, now they just need to get to the final!

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Of all the things Kris has said, this is what becomes the joke in the Team Sweden locker room, Erik gets in from a session in the gym with Dragon. Victor shoots him a smirk, Erik rolls his eyes. He's chaotic, he's insane, but Erik would never have Kris any other way. It's weird now, walking into a locker room and not having Kris there waiting for him. Like he's missing something, and he is, in a way. But, they've got a game against Poland tonight, so he needs to focus. ''Hey, Karl, are you okay? You look a little lost.'' Ekkie asks him.

Erik snaps out of his little reverie. ''Yeah, Joel, I'm fine. Just... got a bit lost for a second.''

Dragon asks him, Penguin to Penguin. ''It's Tanger, isn't it? You miss him, don't you?''

Erik sheepishly admits, feeling a bit more comfortable to speak freely around his defence partner. ''Kinda? It's weird, I feel like I'm walking around without one of my limbs.''

Kempe just says to his captain. ''Well, go out there, and play for him.'' Erik nods, he's been playing for Kris for thirteen years, even during their breakup.

Gustavsson performs some magic for them that night, helping them beat Poland 6-1, Erik getting their third goal of the game. After the game, a journalist informs him. ''Erik, happy to tell you, Kris Letang got the game winner just now against Denmark, 3-1 score.''

Erik laughs, turning his wedding ring on his finger, warmth settling in his chest. ''That'll be cool to talk about when we get home.''

Erik gets back from the arena, and slumps down onto his bed, and checks twitter. He sees that the team have put out a tweet about the dual captaincies.

@Penguins: tweeted 12/05/2024 at 11:30 pm. Partners in life and on ice, legends of the sport, and now captains for their countries! Both Kris Letang and Erik Karlsson notched goals tonight at the IIHF World Championships. Leading Canada to a 3-1 win over Denmark and Sweden to a 6-1 win over Poland

He quickly likes the tweet, and gets to sleep. Team Germany tomorrow, with no Draisaitl or Seider.

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Team Canada have a day off from games, Kris figures he could catch an early train to Ostrava, hang with Erik and Dragon for a bit, then get back to Prague with time to spare. But, he decides to stay put, the captain must always be with the team. He gets back from a gym session, and heads for lunch with his team. Bunts and Turbo are deep in conversation when he joins them. ''What's going on, boys?'' He asks.

Turbo says. ''We're planning a watch party for the Sweden vs Germany game. We're trying to figure out where we want to do it, though.''

Kris asks, digging into his lunch. ''A watch party? Why?'' Jared McCann says. ''Well; you're our captain, Erik's theirs, you're together, so... watch party.''

Kris can't fault the logic, that's for sure, and he's been dying to see how Erik's been doing. They've only had games on the same day so far, so they've not been able to watch each other. ''We can use my room, it's big enough, and we're supporting my partner's team.''

That evening, they head up to Kris' room, and chill out while watching the game. Erik skates out last, as captains normally do. Kris half wonders if he's doing their lowfive with someone else. His jaw drops at the big blue C on his chest, he's always known Erik was gorgeous, but this is almost too much. Should other people be allowed to see Erik like that? ''Not two minutes in, and our captain is drooling!'' Dubois says.

Kris regains his composure, Sid must be some kind of saint not to get worked up so easily. ''Shut up, Dubois.'' Sweden get off to a roaring start, Kempe and Hedman getting them up 2-0. During intermission, Kris writes up some notes for tomorrow against Austria. ''So, what d'you think?'' Turbo asks him.

Kris jokes with his former teammate. ''I think you just planned this to get me squirming, Turbo.'' Germany score a goal to cut the deficit to 2-1 as the second period ends. ''Step it up in the third, amour.'' Kris says. Oleksiak asks, brows furrowed. ''Huh? Amour?'' Bunts just says, current Penguin to former Penguin. ''It's what he calls Karl.'' He says it as if it's the most obvious thing ever, and for the current roster, it is. Long may that continue.

Sweden manage the win 3-2 in regulation. Now, it's their turn. If Kris can just shut his brain up about that letter on Erik's jersey.

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Erik gathers Team Sweden into his hotel room for a watch party for the Canada vs Austria game. He never normally gets anxious before a game, but he'll be seeing Kris in his captain's jersey for the first time. Victor and Dragon are seated closest to him, the rest are scattered about the room. The announcer says to the packed arena in Prague. ''Finally, Team Canada's captain - Kris Letang!'' Kris never just skates out, he storms out, a wild spirit no one can tame. The pristine white C adorns him, Erik takes a deep breath. ''Looking good, hjartat.''

Dahlin looks puzzled as Canada open scoring, Brandon Tanev netting a beauty. ''Hjartat?''

Dragon informs the younger defenceman. ''That's Erik's petname for Tanger when we're at home.''

Gustavsson smiles, and laughs. ''That's cute.'' Bunting and Bedard score two more as the period ends. So far, so good. ''Go, Canada, go!'' Fabian says, cheering for their team-in-law as Lucas said yesterday. Erik fiddles with his wedding ring, trying to keep his mind off of how hot Kris looks. ''You good, Karl?'' Victor asks.

Erik clears his throat. ''Yeah... yes, I'm good.'' He adds some notes to his phone for their next game against Kazakhstan. Bowen Byram gets a late one in the second. It seems like the Austrians have completely gone to sleep. In the third, Oleksiak passes back to Kris, Kris lets it rip to score 5-0. That ends up being the last goal of the game. ''Well played, boys.'' Adrian comments from his place on the sofa. Erik finds himself getting a bit emotional. ''We've been working on those drills for months back home.''

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Canada beat Norway 4-2, and Sweden beat Kazakhstan 6-1. One more win each for top and second seed for the knockouts. The Canada vs Finland game goes into overtime, John Tavares winning it for them 5-4. The Sweden vs Latvia game also goes to overtime, but Erik seals it himself 3-2. Kris gets a phone call on the bus on the way to play against Switzerland. ''Hi, Erik, you guys gonna be watching us tonight?''

Erik chuckles. ''Of course we are, Kris. I, for one, wouldn't miss it for anything.''

Kris says, looking out the window. ''You still haven't said what your plans are for our jerseys, care to share?''

Erik just says to him. ''Wait until we get home.'' Kris playfully rolls his eyes. ''Fine, I'll wait.'' They say their usual I love yous before hanging up, and Kris gets into captain mode.

They suit up for the game, Kris gives a short speech to his boys. ''Alright, boys, we've got Josi and Hischier to deal with. We're a really fucking good team, we've been playing so well, and we can do this. We are Canadians, and this is in our blood. Alright? Let's go!'' They take to the ice.

The game is a battle of attrition, Dubois opening scoring into the second period, Kris following up with a goal of his own to end the period. Hischier nets one to open the third. Kris gets the puck toward the end of the game. ''Bedsy, let them have it!'' He passes to Bedard, Connor ends the game with a wrist shot. ''Good pass, captain!'' He says to Kris. ''Good goal, kid.''

Post game press is hectic, Kris is used to it as an alt in Pittsburgh, but he has no idea how Sid can do this all the time. Or how Erik did it in Ottawa for so long. ''A goal and an assist, Kris, this one was rough, how does it feel to be leading this charge?''

Kris says, slicking his hair back. ''It feels amazing, team buy-in has been great, we're playing our game so well. I'm very proud of this group.''

Once back at the hotel, Kris crashes into bed, hopefully won't be much longer until Erik is with him.

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Team Sweden have their game against Team France the following day. Erik leads his boys in, feeling confident in a win tonight, it's Slovakia tomorrow he's got his eyes on. The boys suit up, coach gives the read, and Erik addresses the room. ''Alright, Tre Kronor, on paper this game is an easy win, but we all know there's no such thing. So, we go out there calm, we go out there confident, just as we always do.'' They exit the room, and proceed down the tunnel, Erik feels weird having no one behind him, but they'll be back in Pittsburgh for august.

Sweden lay on the offensive power in the first period, combining for four goals in twenty minutes. Kempe maintains dominance in the tenth minute of the second, Bellemare upsets their shutout attempt for 5-1 to open the third. Erik gets the puck on his stick, looks at Burky, and makes the pass. Burky lets it go into the net, sealing the game 6-1, not even a late one from Bellemare can right France's ship any.

Erik is first called for post game press, not his favourite part of his duties as captain, but he gets on with it. ''Amazing game, Erik, one more left before the knockouts, are you at all anticipating a final against Canada?''

Erik jokes. ''I assume you're asking that because of Kris, yeah?'' The journalist nods. ''Not gonna lie, it'd be nice. But, it's one game at a time for us right now.''

Another journalist asks. ''This is a really experienced team, how has it been to captain this group?''

Erik says. ''It's been an honour. We've got a great group, and I'm so happy they trust me with this letter on my jersey.''

Erik is happy to hit the bed that night, he half way wonders when they'll be able to sleep together again.

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Team Canada go to a shootout to beat Team Czechia 4-3, and Sweden need an overtime to sweep Group B 3-2 against Slovakia. But, they've both somehow swept their groups. Now, Canada faces Switzerland and Sweden has Germany in the quarters. This is where things get serious, eight teams left, and both captains are determined to get their nations to the final. Still in their separate cities, they get into game mode.

Canada instantly stamps their authority in period one, Kris, Bedard, and Bunting scoring one each for 3-0 in Prague. Sweden are one goal up on Germany in Ostrava with a beauty from Lucas Raymond. Erik is desperate for his phone, he must call Kris to ask how they're doing, but he can't. Kris, for his part, gets done with a little address to the team. The teams get back to work, Sweden padding their lead with Adrian and Burky's goals for 3-0 in Ostrava. ''Let's keep this up, boys!'' Erik says on the bench.

Team Canada, for their part, get their heads down and elbows out. Kaiden and Connor netting two more before period's end. Kris is last down the tunnel for intermission break. ''Keep this going, mes amis, we're so nearly there!''

In Ostrava, Team Sweden bear down after JJ Peterka upsets their shutout, and Erik feeds Victor for the game winner in the final two minutes. In Prague, one final goal from Jared McCann is all they need to clinch their semi final spot. During post game press, Kris asks someone. ''If you know, how did Team Sweden do?''

The journalist says. ''4-1 against Germany: Raymond, Kempe, Burakovsky, and Erik.''

Kris nods, relieved. ''Great, I'm glad.''

In the Ostrava media scrum, Erik asks much the same thing. ''How did Team Canada get on with their game?''

A journalist says. ''6-0 against Switzerland: Bunting, Kris, Bedard got two, Guhle, and McCann.''

Erik breathes a sigh of relief. ''Awesome, that's really good.''

Quarters done, now, onto the final four.

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The semi finals are set, Sweden to face Team USA in Ostrava, and Canada to face Finland in Prague. The bronze match and final will both be in Prague. Everyone is hyped up for an all Big Four semifinal. Canada and Sweden have been far and away the most dominant teams so far, but anything can happen tonight. The two teams, led by their married captains, suit up in their different cities. Kris and Erik deliver their speeches, and they go out to win these games.

In Prague, Oleksiak and McCann pair up for two goals to open scoring, assisting each other and all. Jesse Puljujarvi scores one, but the goal is overturned for an offside, Canada go into intermission with a 2-0 lead. In Ostrava, Rasmus dekes out two defenders to ease one past Nedeljkovic to put Sweden on the board late into the first. ''Good job, Rasmus, let's keep this going, boys!'' Erik says.

In Prague, Kris claps both of his former teammates on the shoulder. ''That's what we're looking for, boys! Let's show them who we are, okay?''

In Ostrava, Kempe and Zegras notch goals midway through the second, with Brady Tkachuk scoring to close out the period. It's not the end of the world, there's still so much time left, so Sweden will bounce back. In Prague, however, Kris and Bedard score one each to widen the lead to 4-0, Jesse notches one to cut the deficit for the Finns to 4-1 as the period ends.

The third gets underway in both cities. And, in Ostrava, it's a battle of attrition. Victor scoring one from Erik in the dying minutes to seal the game 3-2. The Canadians in Prague are off to a roaring start, Bunting scoring five minutes in for 5-1, Puustinen notching one four minutes later for 5-2. John Tavares fires one home to seal the game 6-2. They're in the final.

A journalist informs Erik in post-game press. ''Erik, happy to inform you, Canada won their game against Finland 6-2.'' Erik beams, this is almost too good to be true. ''Good, I'm really happy to be facing Kris and the boys.''

In Prague, Kris nervously asks a journalist. ''If anyone can tell me, how did Erik's team do?''

The journalist says. ''Sweden beat team USA 3-2.'' Kris nods, slicking his hair back with a smile. ''Fantastic, should be a good final.''

Final set, let the fun begin.

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Team Sweden's train arrives in Prague late in the morning, so does Sid and Geno's flight from Florida. Logically, Erik knows he probably shouldn't go see Kris right away. It'd distract them both, they've got teams to lead after all. So, he'll wait, he waited forever to be teammates with him, he can wait a few hours to see him. He does, however, check twitter once at the hotel.

@Penguins: tweeted 26/05/2024 at 7 AM. The story of the season for our two top defencemen, Team Sweden and Team Canada are to face off for gold at the IIHF World Championships in Prague, lead by their captains Erik Karlsson and Kris Letang, good luck to both! @Penguins: tweeted 26/05/2024 at 11 AM. This just in: Our captain, Sidney Crosby, and Evgeni Malkin have officially landed in Prague to see their friends fight for gold!

The day seems to last forever, Kris leads his team to the dressing room. And is met by Sid, wearing his own team Canada jersey. The duo share a hug. ''I've missed you, brother.'' Kris says. Sid claps him on the shoulders. ''I've missed you too, Tanger.''

Kris gets geared up, slipping into his jersey. ''Is Geno here?'' Sid nods, sitting next to him. ''Yeah, he's with Erik in the Sweden room.'' Kris feigns betrayal. ''Traitor!''

Sid corrects him. ''Contrarian, I support you, Geno supports Karl.''

In the Sweden dressing room, Geno, in his Tre Kronor hoodie, says to Erik. ''Excited to face your husband, Karl?'' Erik pulls his jersey over his head. ''Something like that, yeah.''

After captain's speeches, both teams take to the ice. The ref takes Erik and Kris for ceremonial faceoff. The look they share is full of determination to win, as well as thirteen years of love for each other. Kris feels his face heat up, what he wouldn't give to kiss Erik right now. Erik, for his part, eyes up the white C on the red jersey, and winks at his husband. They politely smile for the cameras, and shake hands. ''Have a good one, amour.'' Erik smirks, game or no game, the nicknames endure. ''You too, hjartat.''

And, they get started, playing a typical clean and gentlemanly game as usual for Canada and Sweden. A long rivalry, but not an ugly one. Kris sneaks off with the puck from Erik, passes to Bedard, and Canada are up 1-0 in the tenth minute. Five minutes later, Burakovsky nets one unassisted to end the first period at 1-1. Kris needs to hold a bag of ice in his hand, how have Sid and Geno managed this for so long? Erik feels like hitting himself in the head with his stick, this feels like some unholy type of punishment, but he must be calm.

McCann gets Canada on the board early in the second, Bunts following up with a beautiful slapshot during a powerplay. ''How you holding up, captain?'' Bunts asks Kris.

Kris chuckles, downing some water. ''You really don't wanna know, Bunts.''

Dragon leans over to his captain, Erik is unusually flustered. ''Are you alright, Karl?''

Erik takes a deep breath, and squeezes his eyes shut. ''For want of a nail, yeah.''

Team Sweden dictate proceedings in the third period, Kempe scoring a nice unassisted goal on the penalty kill at fifteen minutes in. Erik getting a nice pass from Dragon to level it 3-3 to force an overtime. Kris is gonna love this, Erik muses, he holds every franchise record for a defenceman in overtime. ''Alright, Tre Kronor, just as I've been saying all tournament, we go in calm and confident. Let's bring it home!''

Kris gives a very short speech in the dressing room, pulling on years of watching Sid do this. ''Okay, Canada, we only need one goal to get this done. We've come so far, we've done so well, so let's fucking do this!''

Overtime begins, Kris and Erik bearing down on the obvious distraction across the ice. Kris spots the Team Sweden goalie venture just a bit too far out of the crease, Erik locks eyes with him. ''Oh, hell no, hjartat.''

Kris cheekily smiles, and says. ''Very well, amour. Bedsy, you're up!'' He passes to Connor, who skates circles around the goal, tipping in a rare Michigan goal to take the game 4-3 for Team Canada. Gear goes flying as the men in red flock to each other to celebrate. Kris can barely believe they've done it.

Sweden are given their silvers, Erik knows he probably should be pissed off at missing the kid on Kris' elbow. But, seeing how happy they are, he can't bring himself to. They worked god damn hard for these silvers. Besides, two medals go home with them, right? ''You don't seem mad, captain.'' Victor says.

Erik shrugs. ''It was a good game, I'm just really proud that we got here.''

Finally, Kris is called up to accept the first gold medal for the team. And, after the medals, comes the trophy. He proudly skates his lap, and hands the trophy over to Bedard first. Team Sweden are still out on the ice, so Kris goes to shake Erik's hand. ''Good game, amour.'' Kris says.

Erik embraces him, and says. ''Enjoy this one, hjartat. I'm proud of you.''

Kris says, pressing a gentle kiss to Erik's lips. ''I'm proud of you too.''

Team Canada's celebrations go on into the night, no one is leaving tonight, why would they?

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The dust clears a couple of days later, Kris wakes up first. His jersey slung over the chair beside the bed, his gold medal gleaming on the nightstand. He rolls over, Erik is still fast asleep, his own jersey sitting on a chair, his silver medal placed on the nightstand. He gently kisses Erik's temple, and gets ready for the day. He slips his jersey back on, it's too precious to him to leave on a chair. He finds Sid and Geno in the restaurant, both are beaming at him. He grabs some food, and sits down. ''That was one of the best games I've ever seen.'' Sid says.

Kris smiles, sipping his coffee. ''One of the best games I've ever played in.''

Erik joins them, still wearing his Team Sweden jersey. ''Morning, Karl.'' Geno says.

Erik happily remarks. ''Us and our world champions, eh, G?'' Geno nods, and says. ''Yeah, great, huh?''

Kris realizes something, and says to Sid. ''That's right, Prague 2015, you captained Team Canada, and beat Geno.'' Sid laughs, smiling wide at the memory. ''Funny how things work, eh?'' Kris asks, sitting back in his chair. ''Who won the bronze?''

Geno says. ''Team USA, 3-2 in overtime. Ned was amazing.'' Sid jokes with Kris, pointing at the white C. ''Feels good, huh? Suits you.'' Kris detects the undertone, and says. ''Don't even think about it, Sid. I've loved the last couple of weeks, but you are our captain at home.'' Sid shrugs. ''Just kidding.''

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That evening, Sportsnet summon the two captains for an interview in the hotel lobby. ''Well, boys, epic final game, one for the history books. Were there any hangups about the game going into it?'' PK Subban asks them.

Kris smiles, adjusting his gold medal. ''I think it meant more, you know, playing such a big game against the one you love, but you've just gotta do it.''

Erik nods in agreement. ''Yeah, we've faced off so many times, so we just kinda got on with the job.''

PK asks them both from the studio in Toronto. ''What was the plan for the final from both of you?''

Erik jokingly says. ''Don't give this guy any space to move, for one.'' They both laugh, Kris says. ''You know me too well. Uhm, have fun, go in calm, stick together.''

PK jokes with them, and asks them. ''No one's on the couch when you get home, right?''

Kris laughs. ''God, I hope not.'' Erik nudges his knee, grinning ear to ear. ''No, not at all, we're grown ups.'' They continue the interview for a bit longer, finally PK asks them. ''Would you two ever do this again?'' Erik says, turning his ring on his finger. ''If we don't make the playoffs, yeah, both of us being captains has been such an honour as well.''

Kris nods, and says. ''Yeah, this was an amazing experience, we'd prefer to be back in North America fighting for the cup, but this has equalled that.''

PK signs off. ''Well, we can't wait to see you two back in Pittsburgh, but enjoy the summer, congrats on the medals.'' The interview ends, and the boys go to dinner with their teams. It's weird, how just days ago they fought in an epic game, and now they're all dining together as family. Erik and Kris share an aside glance and a smile at the table, they did this. The most hectic two weeks ever are over. Hedman and Tavares raise a toast. ''To our fucking amazing captains.'' John begins. Victor continues. ''To Tanger and Karl.'' The tables raise their drinks to the two captains.

Kris checks twitter the following morning, there are two tweets from the team.

@Penguins: tweeted 27/05/2024 at 5PM: That's gold for Team Canada, with an overtime goal from Connor Bedard with an assist from our very own Kris Letang, Canada beat Sweden 4-3. Silver for Team Sweden. Joint MVP honours for both captains. Congrats to both teams. @Penguins: tweeted 27/05/2024 at 4PM: Bronze for Team USA, backstopped by our very own Alex Nedeljkovic, 3-2 in overtime against Team Finland, featuring our Valtteri Puustinen and Jesse Puljujarvi. Amazing showing for our Penguins so far!

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August comes far too quickly, the Penguins returning to Pittsburgh. Kris and Erik frame their jerseys from Worlds, and hang them on their sides of the bed. Their medals go on their individual award shelves. Kris' with his cup rings and Masterton. Erik's with his three Norris trophies. Then, they get going to Cranberry for training with the team. Dubas comes in with two boxes, and says. ''Kris, Bunts, your rings.'' Bunts asks. ''Already?''

Dubas nods, handing the boxes over. ''Congrats, boys.''

They show off the rings to the rest of the team. Erik nudges Kris. ''More stuff for the shelf.'' Kris looks up from trying it on, it's not nearly as big as a Stanley Cup ring, or as emotionally significant as his wedding ring, but it's just as beautiful. ''Yeah.'' Sid turns on captain mode. ''Let's ride those five medals to more of those.''

They get home, and the ring goes next to the medal. They crash on the couch, the captains who led the most epic campaigns at the World Championships ever. Who knew all the IIHF needed to do was put two married defencemen in charge of two Big Four teams?

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Well, she was a bitch and a half to write and co-ordinate, but I did it!! Two days clear of an exam at college, and here I am, writing for my hockey otp! Felt like I was playing those NHL video games, but here it is! Enjoy!

[queenaeducan]

1, 15, 25 for both Anders and Gimli

Gimli first!

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like both versions of Gimli so I'm answering for both.

I like film Gimli b/c I think he brings levity that I've found lacking in the chapters that don't have hobbits in them. Not that the hobbits don't have serious moments, but even in the death march to Mordor Sam has made me laugh, and Merry and Pippin both bring levity to the latter half of their section of Two Towers. In the films, Gimli fills that niche, sometimes to the detriment of his more serious character moments, but I do still appreciate him for it.

In the books I like how he's willing to change his mind, and endure things for the sake of his friends. Fangorn clearly makes him uncomfortable but Legolas wants to go so he'll go (if Legolas goes with him to see the pretty rocks in Helm's Deep). :') I do also like his stubborn moments, like pouting about being blindfolded in Lothlorien. He's definitely my fave part of the Aragorn-Legolas-Gimli chapters.

What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Legolas/Gimli is where it's at. The only place it could ever be at.

What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

So my first impression was the films. I watched Fellowship Extended back in 2001 unaware that it was a sequel to my much-beloved Hobbit, and was super excited about everything I recognised from the book in the films. Gimli was immediately like family as the son of Gloin and I treasured him.

And I still treasure him. It's been fun getting to know his book counterpart again after having only read Fellowship back in high school.

And now Anders! Putting him under the cut b/c I get critical of him, although I will preface this with saying that I think he's one of the most interesting characters in DA2 (which has several interesting characters so!)

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like how committed he is to the cause he serves. DA2 has several characters who recognise the broken things around them, but don't move to stop it. Not always for bad reasons, sometimes people are just trying to survive. Anders being steadfast in his goals is admirable, and one of the things I like best about him.

I dislike how he treats others, however. Especially Merrill, who is my girl. He can be as quick to judge and condemn as the Chantry, whose views still colour a lot about how he sees the world, from his view on blood magic to his limited perspective on spirits. That being said, I do think this is one of my favourite parts of his character lmao. It feels very realistic based on my experience in progressive circles is that people still possess regressive views.

What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

I really enjoyed my Rivalmance Pro-Templar Hawke playthrough for the sheer toxicity of it all. My ships tend to be the more wholesome sort, but the energy of the Rivalmance ship is undeniably interesting.

For a less toxic, but still tragic romance, I like Karl/Anders and have read some sweet stuff for them in the past.

What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

In my first playthrough of the series, I started Awakening and recruited him, but didn't finish before I moved onto DA2 (my Awakening glitched and I couldn't do Sigrun's personal quest, which bummed me out so I just moved on). I honestly didn't get a strong impression of Anders in that game, but I really liked his nose and thought I might romance him in DA2, only to be turned off by him pretty quickly. Some of his hostility and caution was warranted, but the aforementioned way he treats other people didn't leave a good impression.

Now, I definitely appreciate and understand his character more. I can't bring him around with me in every playthrough, but the ones where I do he always has an important place in the party.

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Tik Tok - Ides of March Edition (A Julius Caesar (the play) fanvid and song parody)

A music video for the upcoming Ides of March!

Based on the song Tik Tok by Kesha with new lyrics and vocals by me. Audio editing by my partner.

(I know it's not the ides yet, but people play Christmas music for a month leading up to Christmas, so.)

Lyrics and artworks in the video under the cut (artist birth and death years where I could not find the year of creation).

Lyrics:

Wake up in the morning feeling hyped up from battle No I haven't got a crown, but it ain't worth the hassle Before I leave hear a warning from the cheering mass I don't care, he's just a dreamer, so I leave him and pass

I'm talkin: just took out my foe, foe, Got parades wherever I go, go Bout time I got that throne, throne. [gasp I mean--]

On to the Senate on the Ides, Ides, Hear the pleading of my wife, wife, That's when it gets a little bit tricky…

[Chorus:] Can't stop; you know the gods already made this story up Three times, I've declined, and it's nearly the Ides Tick Tock, on the clock, but the Senate don't stop, no Whoa-oh oh oh, Whoa-oh oh oh

[Repeat Chorus] Ain't got a care in the world, 'cause her dream's just a dream And the omens that she's seen could be 'bout anything Now the Senate's lining up, 'cause they heard I got swagger Beggin' mercy for Publius--Wait. Is that a dagger?!

I'm talkin bout--errybody got a knife, knife Even Brutus wants my life, life Should'a listened to my wife, wife.

Now, now does Caesar lie so low, low, But the people will still know, know Of the fortune he brought Rome, Rome… Fortune he brought

[Chorus x2]

Romans, We stabbed him but, you have to know This was for Rome, not for power I loved him but he had to go, a threat he posed to our freedom

Brutus, you stabbed me but, you'll see me soon upon your doom at Philippi You'll see me soon upon your doom, upon your doom

But the party don't start 'til Marc walks in.

[Chorus x2]

Artworks:

Brutus and Caesar's Ghost: Brutus and the Ghost of Julius Caesar, Edwin Austin Abbey (1852–1911) Brutus Disturbed By The Ghost Of Caesar, From Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, Act IV, Scene III, Henry Tresham (c.1751 – 17 June 1814)

Caesar's Death: "Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 2, the Murder Scene", George Clint (1822) Death of Caesar, March 15, 44 BC Painting by Vincenzo Camuccini (1798) The Assassination of Julius Caesar, William Holmes Sullivan (1888) The Murder of Caesar, Karl von Piloty (1865) The Death of Julius Caesar, George Esten Cooke (1837) The Death of Caesar, by Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1867 Assassination of Julius Caesar, Spanish School, (19th century) The Assassination of Caesar, Heinrich Füger, 1818 The death of Caesar, Victor Honoré Janssens (1658-1736) Woodcut manuscript, Johannes Zainer, c. 1474

Marc Antony: Marc Antony Reading the Will of Caesar, William Hilton (1786-1839) Marc Antony's Oration, William Holmes Sullivan (1836-1908)

Declining the throne: Caesar refuses the Diadem, 1894 Antoine offre le diademe a cesar, 1810 Copper engraving

Roman Senate: Cicero Denounces Catiline (1888), Cesare Maccari Caesar going to the Senate on the Ides of March, Abel de Pujol (1785-1861) The Roman Forum by Hodgkin (1800-1860)

Soothsayer: Beware the Ides of March Soothsayer warning Julius Caesar of the Ides of March, 1858 Wood engraving Caesar and the Soothsayer, Illustrator Unknown, Published 1880.

Caesar's Wife pleads with him: Cowards die many deaths - Hans Holbein the Younger (1497-1543) Calpurnia, Caesar's wife admonishing Caesar, Abel de Pujol (1785-1861)

Triumphs of Caesar: Julius Caesar, Andrea Mantegna, c. 1490 The Vase Bearers, Andrea Mantegna, c. 1490 Picture Bearers, Andrea Mantegna, c. 1490 Musicians, Andrea Mantegna, c. 1490 Corselet, Andrea Mantegna, c. 1490 A Roman Triumph, Rubens, c. 1630 Vercingetorix Throws Down his Arms at the Feet of Julius Caesar, Lionel Royer (1899) Caesar Crossing the Rubicon, Adolphe Yvon, 1876

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What is it about the Victorian era that interests you the most? Specific decades, and also things like technology, social and intellectual movements, fashion history, etc. What do you wish was more well-known about the Victorians?

This is such a fun question! I've made two passes at this and they both turn out essay length, so apologies in advance for the beast of a post here, haha.

The overarching thing that I'd say fascinates me is that to study the Victorian era is to ingest a heady blend of modernity and antiquity--in so many ways the people of the 19th century were the architects of the modern day, and I'm continually surprised by the tiny ways in which the Victorian era feels so much closer than ~150ish years ago. And yet it's also so distant in so many ways, and particularly early in the period or in rural areas, the rhythms of life are quite alien to us. Madame Bovary is a novel about the wife of a doctor who mounts his horse to make house calls; the pharmacist in it keeps a jar of arsenic on his shelf; yet it's also a book where I thought "I know someone exactly like this" about pretty much every character. That to me is the fascinating thing about history generally, but especially about the 19th century, so far and yet so close.

I think this extends to pretty much everything. The books of the 19th century use mostly familiar words and the same punctuation as today, but across genres and authors there's such a distinct 19th century tone and style and word choice. Technologically the century is full of so many interesting first passes and middle chapters; the steel pen superseded the quill but is generally obsoleted today by the ballpoint, as an archetypal example. The list goes on.

In more specific terms: one thing I love is Victorian print culture. I'm a printing and typography nerd; I love the neat hairline strokes of 19th century body text typefaces, the wild maximalism of the era's display fonts. I love the seven column broadsheets that jam as much news as possible into four pages with zero pictures; I love the magazines and periodicals lavishly illustrated with steel and copper engravings. I love to imagine what they would have felt like to read when they were first printed, try to put myself in the shoes of the people of the past, get in their heads. (As my writing style probably indicates I have read far too many old books and newspapers, and as a result Victorian sentence structure and phraseology has irreversibly seeped into my brain.)

Fashion history is another big interest of mine. My big interest is in men's clothing, particularly around midcentury—the pinched waists and long hair, the puffy shirts and narrow pants. I like 19th century clothing generally, of course, and I like the Regency tailcoats and breeches, and the boxy sack coats of century's end, as much as the next guy; but something about that midcentury style is just my favorite. I don't have too much philosophy or deeper meaning on this one, if I'm being perfectly honest; I mostly just like the look, here. But I think fashion and textiles history is a pretty interesting field and well worth study in its own right. Learning what exactly broadcloth is, for instance, helped me understand much more intimately why one of the underpinnings of the Industrial Revolution was the textiles industry.

There's a lot of artistic and literary movements that I'm interested in; Victorian medievalism is always fascinating, I'm fond of Romanticism, and, well, maybe not quite so much Gothic proper, per se, but the post-Gothic echoes of Victorian literature, The Signalman and In A Glass Darkly and The Picture of Dorian Grey and Dracula, anything by Poe, the 'golden age' of ghost stories c. 1890-1920.

I could list off a great many other things that interest me—I'm fascinated by the early history of socialism (now and then lately I've been reading Karl Marx's correspondence and his old New York Herald articles,) I'm of course always interested in that historian's holy grail of Trying To Better Understand Everyday Life, I like architectural and art history, maritime history is a perennial favorite—but to write down every last thing would be to make this absurdly long post even longer, so I'll have to make this highlights reel suffice.

Things I wish were more well-known... I think this is maybe one of those topics where I know enough that my idea of what the "average person" knows is skewed, so I might have to sit on that one for a while before I can think up something interesting; I encounter a lot of odd and interesting misconceptions at work, but none of them are fresh in my mind. I suppose a classic go-to would be that 19th century clothing (and, honestly, historical clothing more generally) is way more comfortable than it looks.

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📓!!

OKAY. I've talked about this AU before but I'm gonna go into more detail. It's an AU for this cancelled BBC show about gay zombies called "In the Flesh".

Essential need-to-know about the world:

The Rising happened a few years ago, it was a zombie apocalypse in the sense that everyone who died in the year before crawled out of their graves. Zombies did eat people's brains (and sheep brains) but bites did not "turn" you, there was a finite number of resurrected. Zombies are now treatable, so the dead can go home to their families.

But of course there's mistrust and conflict because the things that were eating people's families are now just waltzing back into society.

As for plot: (some stuff carries over like directly from the show when I say this show was sooo c!Wilbur core. whew)

Wilbur killed himself and was resurrected during the Rising. He's been treated and can now go home to his small town with his family. His family includes his dad Phil, his dad's best friend who moved in with them during the Rising, and his little brother Tommy.

Tommy joined the militia during the Rising. He hates zombies, and he especially hates his brother for abandoning him. Most militias are shut down, but Tommy and some others are still patrolling the woods, killing zombies, and of course led by Dream, who Tommy seriously looks up to. (I'm thinking Sam and Sapnap are also part of the militia, Sapnap stops though once Quackity comes home, Tommy doesn't stop when Wilbur does because he's mad at him) Sam isn't like, bigoted against the resurrected, just obsessed with keeping people safe.

Quackity is also resurrected. He came home from the treatment center to find that his two fiances got married without him (because as far as they were concerned, he was dead, they were trying to live again) but he's still hurt and feels like he doesn't belong there anymore. He's more radical, he doesn't try to hide he's resurrected, so he gets a lot of shit in this tiny town. (Schlatt is a fanatical preacher claiming the resurrected are demons from hell)

Tubbo is new on the town council, assisting Schlatt, but he's not one of the fanatics, instead he's volunteered to serve as a nurse helping the resurrected with their treatments in secret, something that if found out would lose him his job and probably worse. In his rounds, he befriends Ranboo, a resurrected who is desperately trying to hide what he is. He doesn't remember his life before the Rising, and he doesn't have anyone.

Some fucking Insane scenes from the show I intend to carry over:

(SPOILERS for the show in the flesh and this AU if I ever get around to it lmao)

Wilbur disappearing for a few days and scaring the shit out of his family, because the last time that happened, well. Techno goes after him, they have a talk, and when he returns Phil is too calm, so Wilbur goads him into yelling at him so Phil finally breaks down and screams himself hoarse about finding Wilbur's body and carrying him home. Genuinely, the scene from the show is one of my favorites of anything ever.

Quackity is having some tension with Sapnap and Karl, he's resentful, they're unsure. (Okay, in the show, it was this guy who came home to find his wife remarried with his best friend, so polyamory wasn't the solution. I haven't decided if I'm going that route or making it them all being engaged but it still being complicated because Feelings) But basically, Quackity and Karl (maybe Sapnap? I haven't decided) accidentally get locked in a garage. At which point, Quackity's watch starts beeping reminding him he needs his shot. Because the Resurrected Need to have their medicine administered once a day or they Will go rabid again. At which point Quackity is freaking out, he gives Karl a wrench and tells him if he starts acting weird he needs to be ready to bash his skull in, Karl is freaking out because he doesn't want to do this, and at the last second, Sapnap breaks down the door and tackles Quackity to the ground. But after that, Quackity is the one who doesn't feel like he should be there, because he thinks he's too dangerous (that, or I think in the show the guy was arrested and sent back to the treatment center which is so bad, haven't decided yet)

Dream gets pissed off and defensive when Tommy starts to forgive his brother, so he kidnaps Wilbur and drugs him with something that negates the effect of the treatment, hoping he'll go rabid and Tommy will be forced to kill him, but Tommy can't shoot his brother, and Wilbur somehow manages to stop himself from attacking him until. Idk maybe Techno tackles him before someone else can shoot Wilbur.

[bonesandthebees]

20 and 34 for the ask game! I'm also curious how you decide what role each of the characters have to play in your stories and why you choose that character to play that specific role. I hope that makes sense lol

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

answered that here!

34. how do you name characters and places?

well by naming characters you might mean ocs, but considering I haven't made any ocs in years I'm gonna answer this like you're referring to when I add names in my fics. like: wilbur being Orpheus Wilbur Sóti in stars and tommy being Theseus Thomas Ióni

for stars I had very specific worldbuilding rules in place regarding everyones names. like all the royalty names tied to Themis were Ancient Greece related (ie: Orpheus, Myrina, Theseus). all the royalty names on Eldingvegr were tied to Old Norse words (ie: Sóti and Ióni). the royal titles on Kinoko were Latin names for mushrooms! (Tina, Duchess of Atramentaria, Karl Amanita Jacobs)

so I usually try to come up with rules for the names tied to worldbuilding. I did this for world forgetting to with the syndicate villain names all being tied to Ancient Greece mythology specifically connected to the underworld (Acheron, Thanatos, Orpheus, Rhadamanthus— Niki being Circe was the only exception to this and that was just bc I really liked the idea of naming her Circe). once I have rules in place then it's just a matter of finding names that I feel fit the characters!

it's pretty similar with places as well. I come up with worldbuilding rules to follow, and then just try to come up with names within those guidelines that I feel fit

ask game!

now for your other question

that's a good one. I don't necessarily choose what role each character is going to play before I start writing. of course there's the obvious 'big threat vs the protagonists' i'll usually have settled, but from there I kind of just let the characters take the lead on it. like I didn't plan on putting tubbo in an antagonistic role in glass divine, it just sort of developed on its own. based on what I knew about glass!tubbo specifically mixed with c!tubbo, I just thought of how he would react to the situation that was unfolding and he naturally took on a more antagonist kind of stance. I just focus on how I think the characters would react to the current situation and go from there!

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Thank you for tagging me @there-is-just-me-myself-and-i

Sorry, it took a bit for me to get around to it.

Three ships

C! Qauckity/Sapnap/Karl Jacobs (The fiances are everything to me) Corpse Husband/Foolish Gamers (is anyone surprised?) Hauhia/Asumaniemi (Mautojonnet!!!)

2. Last song

Call me what you like by Lovejoy. I really have been enjoying it and hope to hear some similar stuff from them in the future. Love the tone shift from the previous two EPs

3. Last movie

Good question. No idea. I've been meaning to watch Moulin Rouge again though, so that is all I can think of. The last movie I saw in theatres was Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.

4. Currently reading

My course books. But I am about to start on For the Living and the Dead by Hayley Campbell in the next week (Finally. It has been on my desk for months).

Also in the fanfic world I'm still not done with Down the Rabbit Hole (The Mystery Flesh Pit fanfic.) Consuming it kind of slowly sense I don't do well with the bodyhorror it triggers quite intensely, but it is really interesting and I have been enjoying it.

5. Currently watching

Just started watching Welcome to Chippendales, cause I was bored. Also started rewatching Dark and Dicey, and I hope to one day get back to rewatching DCA! Those run in the background as I sew patches to my student overalls.

6. Currently consuming

Course books. Yup, I am not doing anything beyond academics at this point. All that other stuff I've mentioned I've been doing? stretches back to like December. So no time for consuming anything, except food and sleep.

Also Foolish Gamers streams, as you can probably tell by the liveblogging I do.

7. Currently craving

Pasta. Always pasta. But for real, I'm feeling pretty good right now, so no intense cravings for anything. All is good in my world!

Now, it says tag 9 people, but I don't know that many people to tag, and I don't know who has done this and who not, so we're not doing that many.

So, tagging:

@nwtbobsessedemo @rattyboyisemo @hlurz @nitelines

Don't know y'all that well but I see you. No preassure though, don't feel like you have to. Just all fun and games!

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Hello hello English is my second language so plz excuse the stupidity

So luckity, do you really think c!quackity has romantic feelings towards c!Luzu? I'm not counting early streams because that lore was improvised, I'm talking after the elections, he has repeatedly called luzu "good friend" and he's not playing along with luzu's point of view, take today's stream for example. He did the same in the dsmp lore, he didn't called sapnap and karl fiancee anymore, he called them his best friends and I getting the vibe that quackity doesn't want to include ships in his lores

Luzu signed his letter "yours, Luzu" and well quackity said "yours? You're not mine, you're from your... girlfriend" (ayida como se traduce vieja haskks) and idk the chat is really annoying with luckily is kinda drifting me away from the ship

Otro amiguito! Hola!

Tu serás Brian.

Now Brian, I believe there may have been some feeling there canonically before but it was probably stronger on k!Luzu's side. However after everything that's happened I believe k!Quackity wants absolutely nothing to do romance wise with k!Luzu. There could have been a possibility, hell half of Karmaland wanted them to get to together but I sincerely doubt there's gonna be anything happening after k!Luzu's betrayal and shit.

As for Quackity referring to Luzu as friend it could be because certain fans keep pushing at luckity too much and just over stepping boundaries and stuff. I've also noticed how he isn't playing into it as much as Luzu is and could be because of the before mentioned overstepping fans but it could also be like k!Quackity not wanting anything to do with k!Luzu anymore or he simply never saw it as anything all that serious in the first place.

He probably was interested in him but was never actively in love with him you know?

I dunno.

The ships haven't really been my main focus I just love watching Quackity and I usually read tweets or watch the vods of other Karmaland streamers to stay up to date on other povs so I'm not completely outta the loop.

Pero al momento Karmaland me está recordando a una telenovela y como buen mexicano a mi me encanta la drama. Y ahora tenemos a Don Quackity y sus primos narcos Beni y Choci.

Can't wait for tomorrow's stream!

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Smol fluff blurb! And since I'm in a need of Male reader- male reader blurb! (Although I'll try to not mention a lot of pronouns for reader so anyone who read this feels comfortable!)

Introducing; C!Sapnap x Reader fluff! (I'm in my Sapnap arc /hj)

Warnings: Short mentions of Q's lore (the end lmao) and a lot of my personal way to see the DreamSMP.

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Y/n knew better than no one, that fall in love wasn't as easy as fairy tells told. It has it's ups and downs, with problems like everyone, that normally would be for the couple, as a couple, to solve in good terms. Yet that wasn't always the case.

And Sapnap knew it better than other people too. Used to have two fiancés, one who ended up forgetting who he was to him, and the other who died in his own country. He was devastated, but for the people left that he cared about, he continued without giving up.

And that's how, now 6 years after the whole "Dream SMP" was created, Y/n and Sapnap started as a couple, living in a cozy cabin in the forest, near a land of mushrooms where George lived in, trying to forget the man that broke his heart years ago.

At first, Sapnap was shy in your guys relationship. Being used to two different personalities, that had nothing to do with the person that now rules his heart. Because if something had both Karl and Quackity in common in the past, was that they were loud. And you... Were nothing of that. Yeah, you would have fun in social events, but you were more of the comfort of your own house.

Sapnap adored it nonetheless. He loved that, this was different, a challenge if you must, that he was willing to have.

What was what he loved the most of dating you? Well, he normally said he couldn't decide, but it was definitely when you let him rest on your chest while you played with his black hair. It made him sleep quickly than a sleeping pill.

Or how you would lend towards him to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. He wouldn't even try to fight the stupid lovey-dovey smile it brings to him.

He felt an immense amount of warmth around you. He loved that you made him feel loved. And he would return that to you each time he could. Man lived attached to your hip, practically.

Things that you loved of him? The way his arms would hug you tightly, as if he were afraid of losing you. It made you feel safe.

And his surprise-kisses too! It was pretty cute to see him appear out of nowhere to give you a short kiss on your lips and continue his journey. Didn't matter what you were doing, it was most likely he would come out of nowhere just to kiss you.

Sleep together was also a thing you both loved. Cuddling eachother all night; Sapnap not wanting to let you go and you just snuggling more into the warmth that his body made.

Your relationship was healthy, you both knew this. If you ever had an argument, you both would find ways to resolve it in peaceful ways. Both afraid of losing eachother.

Although George says your relationship is cringe, he is actually happy that you both have eachother. He's just a little bit envy he couldn't get any of that before.

Hope you liked it!

My writing is nothing compared to yours, wtf-

That was so good and sweet and I love C!Sapnap sm T^T💕