#quackity hasn’t left the desert after all….

[apollos-boyfriend]

okay i lied THIS will be my last post about this but i need all the people who are ill about quackity to know that the southern pacific gyre (where point nemo and, consequently, quesadilla island are located) is so sparse in terms of oceanic life that it’s essentially considered a desert. that is all.

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢��𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

[belovedgamers]

“Nobody comes here, no one stays” hurts when coming from Quackity because we know part of it to be true. Foolish has said that living on the desert can be lonely, said as much to Michael McChill.

And after the Banquet? Hannah betrayed them. Sam and Puffy hid their plan. Neither checked on Foolish right away, Puffy and Foolish haven’t talked about it at all (but they have talked) Sam told him about the events but not in full.

Eret doesn’t remember Foolish, but they mourned him. Still, they haven’t reunited yet. Haven’t talked. Eret hasn’t read the letter asking for help with L’Sandburg. On that topic, he asked Philza for help and wasn’t really aided.

And L’Sandburg itself! Its people are there but they’re not there as Foolish’s friends. They’re there for land and power. Sam betrayed Foolish by allying with L’Sandburg. Foolish knew he couldn’t trust Skeppy.

But what Quackity said it’s still wrong . There’s someone in Foolish’s home who has not left, who is there because they want to recover Foolish’s friendship and trust, not use his power. In a house atop a hill that he hasn’t torn yet...

Ponk.

[ghostiezone]

hello hello hello good evening talk bout sad cwilbur thoughts?? i am sitting in front of u with my chin in my hands i wanna listen to rambling.

ok so im listening gto this song right. and like. not to be all sadboy about it but. i dont necessarily consider this to be a wilbur song BUT some of the lyrics r fitting so it works for this.

“like tv magazines and coffee beans, i have such simple needs” he really gets fixated on little things after he comes back. Little details he took for granted before spending 13 years in what was essentially a sensory deprivation tank modeled after his worst nightmares. But there are so many things, so many little tiny things that he never noticed before that he gets a little lost in it sometimes. The way the stars reflect off the river. The ants caught in a death spiral on the ground by the first step up to the van. The tiny bits of moss starting to sprout in stationary tires. the subtle shifts in the direction of the wind every time he steps outside. the texture of every individual loose thread in his sweater and how it feels when they brush his skin. it gets overwhelming. 

little too overwhelming. maybe he develops the mildest case of agoraphobia. ranboo hasnt been to the van for a while (and won’t be back for even longer, though he doesn’t know that yet), he hasn’t seen quackity and hasn’t had the energy to make the trek over to the desert (sand is too much. just the thought of sand touching his skin in any way when he feels like this is enough to cause a physical reaction). he doesnt want to leave. doesnt wanna go anywhere because he knows no matter what, some tiny thing is just gonna set him off again. but he wants to see people. limbo has left him with a warped sense of object permanence when it comes to people. if nobody’s around to see him as alive, how does he know this isn’t just a trick? how does he know he won’t wake up the next morning to grey walls and cold concrete floors and a numbness that seeps into his bones and realize that this has all just been another elaborate nightmare conjured up by his personal hell to torture him some more? is wilbur soot even real if nobody’s around to see him? 

“its not agoraphobia, its just a lack of air supply that keeps me up at night” leave it to wilbur to deny that anything’s wrong with him, even when he can’t sleep because he’s too busy hyperventilating his way through a panic attack because the knife slipped while he was cutting vegetables and barely grazed his finger. 

“i’m not momentarily out of my mind” << this is just a cwilbur lyric. i think i might use this as the title for a fic in the future lmao

“i dont need to be hospitalized to make me realize that ive got a problem, no i haven’t, let me be” the constant tug of war game in his mind of desperately needing to be around people after being isolated for so long and the self hatred in the back of his mind telling him that he doesn’t deserve to be around people after he hurt them the way he did. the struggle of pulling people closer because you’re desperate to be noticed, to be real in someone’s eyes other than your own, but having punished yourself for so long that the comfort becomes uncomfortable so you just push them away again in this ugly cycle 

anyway. thats all the significant lyrics, i just. holds cwilbur in my hands. this bad boy can hold so much mental illness in him. will never rid myself of the hc that he gets overstimulated by every little unexpected sensation. pain hurts Too Much, sounds are Too Loud, lights are Too Bright. everything is so much. makes him want to pull all of his hair out but he can’t even do that because it hurts too much. he forgets that he needs to eat or drink or sleep, so sometimes he’ll just unintentionally push himself to the point of exhaustion and that definitely doesn’t help with the mental burnout. when pillows are too soft he just lays on the floor of the van using his coat as a weighted blanket because it’s cold and hard and he’s used to sleeping on the floor of a train station. on nights he really can’t sleep he’ll go lay out on the grass and stare at the stars like he used to do when he lived in Pogtopia (until he realizes he can feel every individual blade of grass on his skin and the vague glow of las nevadas’ light pollution is too bright and he can hear the screech of phantoms that have been drawn to his lack of sleep and he gives up to go back to the comfort of cold hardwood floors)

[greaterspawnislands]

wasteland, baby | Dream SMP fic

Phil goes to Las Nevadas with the intent to find out what happens to Technoblade. Everything after that sort of goes wildly off the plan, but he's not going to complain about this outcome.

link in the notes or the reblogs or whichever!

There is no easy way to get to Las Nevadas, but Phil, frankly, doesn’t give a shit.

He exits the community nether portal on a day that it’s raining, and uses his trident to launch him over the jagged patches of stone and sparse pine forests. The needles look almost sickly at first glance, overgrown with no proper care and trampled by countless paths broken between the trees. Nothing like the fresh forest that now borders the front of Phil’s home, lush evergreens pressing so closely together that it becomes impossible to see through.

Phil can see the snow up ahead, and despite the ache in his back he knows that it’s time to stop his substitution for flying. He lands on a rocky outcropping, crouching on the balls of his feet as he looks out over the city of Las Nevadas, the glitter that only shines to disguise the cruelty and danger within.

A crow settles on his shoulder, cawing gentle reassurance as they tuck the top of their head against Phil’s neck. The tension in Phil’s shoulders loosens ever so slightly, just enough that another crow can land on the same perch of the curve of his shoulders. They bring their trinkets and words of worry, peering down at him from the slight cliff above him and hopping around at his feet below.

Holding his breath, Phil waits for the arrival of another crow, one with feathers that shimmer a deep purple and gold without any light shining on them, one who brings a gentle but firm reassurance that Phil could just about use right now.

But she does not show, and the crows only grow louder in their protests as he stands, flicking his hands to shoo them away. “You’re being too loud,” he admonishes. “I need you lot to be quiet, or at the very least not right on me, as I go in to do this, alright?”

There’s an indignant squawk from one of the crows at his feet, and Phil looks down at them with a sad smile.

“I know,” he says. “I want to know what happened too, but he’s not going to understand you, you’ll be a nuisance at best, alright? So go, get out of here. Go watch from the trees as you do.” He lifts his hands, and they disperse, scattering to the shadows of the trees and fluttering to the top of the neon sign that marks the entrance to this snowed-in desert.

Phil slides down the angled cliffside, stones skittering around him and settling once he stands, brushing off the dust from the dark haori that covers his netherite armor and green robe underneath. Coarse dirt and stone change to sand and freezing snow underneath his feet, and Phil feels his face awash in neon as he stands at the top of the steps, tilting his head to look down upon the shining city, the bubbling fountains, and the various monuments reconstructed in a fallacy of wide travels.

Movement catches his eye, and Phil’s head snaps to the right, where Quackity is exiting the large needle-like building. His scarred face is frozen in shock for a moment before it smooths out to a calculated mask, a wide smile pasting over it as he pauses at the bottom of the steps, beckoning Phil with wide open arms.

“Philza, Phil! So good to see you here,” the casino owner calls. Phil looks back at him, and feels nothing but contempt and sickening fury.

Phil grits his teeth in a weak approximation of a grin. “Hey, Quackity!” Though his face does its best to look welcoming, the sharp edge to his tone cannot be hidden so easily.

Quackity’s expression falters for a half a second before he returns to this game they’ve both fallen into playing, one of hidden intentions and false emotions. “So, come here to finally check out the casino? You’re like, the one person here I’m not going to even try to check the age of, so, strip club, casino, checking in at the hotel, all yours if you’ve got the cash for it!” He’s rambling, and there’s already a light sheen of sweat across his brow as he continues to talk.

“I’m not here to play games, Quackity.” Phil’s expression drops, eyes narrowing in a sharp glare that does not feel unlike the beady eyes of his own crows, looking out from their places afar. “What did you do with Techno?”

Nervous laughter bubbles up from Quackity’s throat, but there’s an edge to it. “What’re you… what’re you talking about, Phil, did something happen?”

Phil’s hand drifts to the hilt of his sword where it rests at his side. “I don’t know what happened, exactly, but I know damn well that you had something to do with it.” He plows forward, speaking over Quackity’s attempt to speak. “You told Techno to visit the prison, and he hasn’t come back. I know you had something to do with this, Quackity.”

Quackity’s laugh is harsh and grating. “I’ve done nothing you can prove.”

“Oh, you’ll give me proof, one way or another,” Phil threatens, quiet but firm. He has very little patience left within him. He is a string about to snap, a man untethered with nothing left to hold him down.

Yet still, Quackity barely looks unnerved. “Torture? Never took that to be your style, old man.”

“Yeah?” Phil chuckles dryly. “Why don’t you fuck around and find out?”

Holding out one hand, Quackity’s fingers snap, crisp and clear. “I’ve got something else in mind,” he says in response, and Phil feels a presence step out behind him.

(find the rest of the fic in the notes!)