#sorry this took a bit :v

[kaiko55]

I have a request

Can you draw Death Pact Again as animals/object hybrids (like they’re objects with animal features)

Fanny is a cat

Marker is a dog

Pie is a beaver

Remote is a woodpecker

Tree is a elk

Lightning is a mouse

Black Hole is a bear

Mhm gotchu

poor tree

[icantalk710]

😌

[waterfallofspace]

could i maybe request 32,47 and 52 for vash? 👉👈 (ft his bf wolfwood)

side note i love all the trigun and jjk fics you've been putting out and the buddy daddies fic,,, omfg i Love them sm

Aha- yes you can non, and I'm so sorry for the wait!! (Honestly I'm not even sure if you'll still be around, so I'm really really sorry if you're not~ But thank you so much for the praise, and the request~)

1.8k words, prompts 32, 46, and 52, story under cut!

32. “Are you sick?” 47. Hiding sneezes  52. “Did you just sneeze?”

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There are moments that Wolfwood would swear Vash is born of the suns.

A muffled thud pulls Wolfwood from his coffee induced trance. Stumbling into the kitchen, Vash appears to have walked straight into a wall. Eyes half closed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the only response to this abrupt chance of pace is a yawn. 

“Mornin’,” Wolfwood laughs, the greeting nearly knocking Vash off his feet. As the messy hair tilts in his direction, he notes the sweater hanging around Vash’s shoulders. “Ain’t that mine?” 

It’s a rhetorical question, and they both know it. Wolfwood acquired said hoodie a few months back after some particularly intoxicated gentleman tried to purchase his jacket with it. The refusal was met with some slurred ‘k’p it an’way’ from the form stumbling out of the bar. 

The sweater was much too loose on Wolfwood, the gifter having stood at least two heads taller. Still, Wolfwood was never one to toss out something of possible use, so the hoodie found itself stashed in some corner of a motel closet. It wasn’t until a chance encounter left Wolfwood staying in the same room a few years later that the sweater made its reappearance. 

“Hey Nico, someone left a jacket in here!” 

“Hm? Oh. Forgot about that.” 

“Wait, this was yours? I didn’t know you’d been here before!” 

“I’ve been ‘lot of places, blondie.” 

The second he’d put it on, Vash’s entire face had lit up. The sleeves hung far past his hands, flapping at each movement. He spent the next couple hours just waving them around, convulsing with a laughter that left even Wolfwood smirking. It quickly became his nightshirt, though he’d normally be changed out of it by now. 

“Makin’ a fashion statement today, are we?” Pulling his mind back to the present, Wolfwood catches up with his mouth, gesturing to the outfit. 

Vash seemingly attempts a response. Instead, he only succeeds in a strangled noise that leaves them both wincing. With a light cough into his sleeve, he clears his throat and tries again. “Morning! Sorry about that.” 

Raising an eyebrow, the silence echoes through the room. Wolfwood’s learned by now that commenting on the apology only leads to a never ending loop of ‘quit ‘pologizing’ followed by Vash’s instinctual apologies for apologizing. 

“Want some?” Wolfwood offers instead,gesturing to the coffee leaving trails of steam drifting through the chilled morning air. The response is a chuckle, Vash shaking his head in time with his sleeves. 

There’s a slight shake in his legs, accompanied by his fingers fidgeting through the holes in his sleeves. Once he picks up on this, Wolfwood’s eyes soften. Yeah, definitely not a coffee day. Vash can handle it occasionally, but if he’s feeling heightened anxiety already, caffeine tends to leave him jumpy.

 It’s been a good week. Relatively calm, no angry mobs chasing him out of town. Hardly surprising he woke up anxious. Seems the universe can never cut the poor guy a break. If he has even a moment of peace, something has to come along to ruin it. 

Wolfwood reaches up, lazily grabbing Vash’s hand and begins to rub soft circles against his palm. Vash gives him a soft smile in return, sinking into the chair closest to his and pouring out a serving of juice. 

He’s barely taken a sip before a far off look consumes his eyes. Wolfwood squeezes his hand. Not a word spoken, but a question asked. Vash answers in the form of a hum, laying his arms on the table and resting his forehead against them. 

“Gon’ suffocate like that, needle noggin,” Wolfwood says, noticing Vash’s shoulders shake lightly. Laughter? Didn’t think it was that funny. After a moment Vash emerges, mist lining his eyes. Okay it can’t have been that funny. Maybe… crying? 

“Y’alright?” Despite the rough grammar, his tone is soft. Gentle in a way the blue-eyed dipshit just seems to pull out of him. Despite countless attempts to maintain just a touch of his previously rough exterior. 

Vash shakes his head, which Wolfwood takes to mean no. Before he can ask any further questions, he realizes he misinterpreted the action. Vash’s eyes remain hazy, his metal arm raising to meet his face as he flinches against the back of it. 

“tnsshiew-!” 

“Blessin’,” Wolfwood pauses, analyzing the man sitting in front of him. There’s a pinch to Vash’s brows, his teeth beginning to show as gasps fall from his lips. The light reflecting from drops hanging off his lashes matches the metallic sheen coating his hand. “More?” 

“Y- yeah…” Vash manages to choke out. One breath, two, and he ducks again, this time his voice crackling through the pitchy sounds. “in’kasshhiew-! hh’akkshihiew-!” 

“Another blessin’.” 

“Thanks,” Vash smiles, raising his other hand to swipe away some stray drops migrating down his cheeks. After a breath he pipes up again with a “Sorry-” before seeming to catch himself, and trailing off into a light cough. His knee brushes against Wolfwood’s as it resumes its trembling, dipping in rapid succession as the table shakes. 

Wolfwood reaches down, placing his hand against Vash’s leg. Meeting his gaze, the tone used is lower. “You okay? If somethin’s the matter, you know you can tell me.” 

Blushing under the scrutiny, Vash lets a sniff escape before verbalizing his response. “Yeah, sorry, I’m alright.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Vash nods enthusiastically, though Wolfwood clocks the way he flinches at the movement. “I’m gonna sit on the couch, put a little music on, you wanna join?” 

Pressing a kiss against Vash’s temple, Wolfwood stands, heading towards the sink to rinse his mug. Not waiting for a more solid answer, Vash heads off towards the radio with a touch more speed then he should have this early. 

A sweet melody begins to swirl through the air, followed by a muffled sound Wolfwood can’t quite make out. Electing to ignore it, he hums along with the rising beats, settling into the couch next to Vash. A few words slipping out as the song begins to slow again, he raises his arm so Vash can settle against his chest. 

The singing soon fades away, a light instrumental taking its place. Wolfwood feels his eyes begin to shut, starting to drift off. The light in the room dulls as a few clouds cover the suns, everything bathed in a peaceful haze. 

A sudden jerk snaps the room back into focus. 

“What w’s that?” 

“Sorry,” Vash shrugs, snuggling deeper into Wolfwood’s chest. “Arm fell asleep.”

“Oh, s’all?” Clearing the sleep from his voice, Wolfwood lets his chin rest against Vash’s hair, breathing in the floral notes. As the rise and fall of his chest leaves them both slightly rocking, Wolfwood lets his eyes shut again. Still, a nagging suspicion keeps his consciousness focused on the form in his arms. 

Sure enough the shudder comes again, this time with an audible “engnkt-!” 

Gazing down, Wolfwood leans back to get a clearer view of Vash’s face. “Did you just sneeze?” 

Vash’s eyes are cloudy, his fingers still pinched round his nose. “S- sorry… I’b dot… dot fidished…. hH’ingkt-!” 

Letting his lips meet Vash’s forehead, Wolfwood whistles. The warmth is low enough that it was easily missed earlier. Combined with the shivers bounding through the frail form huddling in his arms, the fever is obvious. 

“Let ‘em out, blondie. Can’t have you blowin’ a fuse on me.” 

There’s no reply, but considering the panting, it’s not for lack of desire. Wolfwood feels his heart skip a beat as Vash’s canines peek out from between his lips. It’s not unusual for his teeth to show in a smile, but Vash isn’t the type to snarl, so watching them get bared is a rare pleasure. Dropping his fingers, Vash aims for cupped hands, spinning himself towards the couch.

“hh’kNZSHhuh-! hk’PTZSHh-! ARKSHh’oo-!” 

“Bless,” Wolfwood chuckles, the harshness never failing to get a jump outta him. They’ve never seemed fond of being held back, reaching a vocal quality the timid man producing them seems utterly incapable of. 

“Thagks.” 

“Are you sick, or is somethin’ settin’ you off?” Brushing loose strands from Vash’s forehead, the heat seems to have rapidly increased. “You feel a bit warm.” 

“It’s not-” Whatever denial Vash was attempting to produce fades away as his voice breaks, leaving him descending into a rough cough. He begins to lean away, attempting to aim himself towards the floor instead. A squeak breaks free as he slides towards the edge of the couch, only being saved as Wolfwood grabs his arm. 

“Vash.” 

The coughs halt immediately at the name, Vash’s head swinging around to face Wolfwood. The look that he gives could melt anyone, okay? It’s not a him problem, no one could resist those puppy-dog eyes. No one. 

“You sick?” 

With a faint nod, Vash sniffles again. His eyes begin to swim, lip quivering with what seems to be only half irritation. He knuckles his nose, a light huff slipping out. It’s obvious it wasn’t aimed at anyone but himself. 

“That’s not a crime, blondie,” Wolfwood pauses to cup Vash’s cheek, thumbing away a stray tear. “ I’m not gon’ be mad at you for gettin’ ill.” 

“B- but… if I get you sick, I’ll be mad at myself.”

Wolfwood chuckles, a smirk breaking loose as the corner of Vash’s mouth twitch up. He’s never been able to hear someone else’s laughter without joining in. “I won’t let you. Jus’ means you’ll get a chance to take care of me back.”

 “Back?” Vash pipes up, tilting his head in one of his many acts of pure innocence. Ironic, given all he’s capable of. Ever the walking contradiction. 

“Yup. Starting right now, you’re under my care.” Wolfwood grins, starting to sit up. Vash feigns a shudder, earning himself a light slap upside the head. Still, Wolfwood doesn’t miss the way his leg is bouncing again. 

“Vash.” 

Those eyes turn to look at him again.

“I love you.” 

Vash pales, the rose stain against his cheeks blooming up to his ears. It doesn’t matter how many times it’s said, blondie always reacts as if it’s a revelation. “I love you too, Nicholas.” 

Wolfwood slides onto the floor, standing up and pulling Vash close in one graceful movement. Suddenly playful, he lets his lips brush against Vash’s ear. “That’s my shirt, ya know.” 

Vash hums, leg going still. “Need to take it off me?” 

Wolfwood grins, lips greedily meeting Vash’s. He sighs against the feeling, the world dissolving away as the two draw closer until even they can’t tell where one ends and another begins. 

Finally Vash pulls away to direct a “knshhiew-!” into his collar. 

Catching his breath, Wolfwood addresses the earlier question. “For now, you can keep it. At least until you’re better. In case you need some motivation.” 

The laughter that follows pulls the air straight from Wolfwood’s lungs. 

There are moments that Wolfwood would swear Vash is born of the suns. 

[manor-tea-time]

"Good morning, dears, there's so many of you just here alone. I must thank you for being so welcoming to me. It's lovely to be in the presence of all of those here." - Mr. Neville Linton, @h3smoremyselfthaniam

Hunter Welcoming Party! Hunter Welcoming Party! Hunter Welcoming Party! Hunter Welcoming Party! ✺◟(＾∇＾)◞✺

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,):

"It's a pleasure, dear! It's always a delight to meet new residents. Miss Manni clapped her hands together excitedly, quickly escorting the new hunter to a chair to rest for a while. "Although, I suppose in our case, it would be possible future teammates, yes? Huhuhu! How exciting is that notion?"

"I do suppose I should introduce myself though. My name is Miss Manni! I'm known as the Living Mannequin. Quite the literal title in my case I'm afraid." She extended a hand gracefully to shake. Waiting for the other patiently before moving forward. "Please don't hesitate to rely on me in games or ask me for assistance if needed. I assure you I am a lot tougher than how I may look Huhu~!"

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`)< :

"Hello. It's nice to meet you." Eleanor gave a small robotic wave. Pausing as they studied the appearance of the new hunter, giving a small shrug to themselves as they continued talking. "The manor is a strange place. I hope you're able to get accustomed to it fairly well."

The automaton paused for a long moment, the mechanical clockwork silencing as her head flopped down. The small squeaks of a small mouse only being heard before the hunter jerked their head back up, clockwork resetting. "I am curious though. You seem to be a fairly dapper gentleman. Have you gotten to go to any nice ballets?"

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\ :

"Are you truly alone in a humble abode such as this? Eyes and ears lurk everywhere." The shadow let out a small laugh, amused but still seeming to be listening to the new hunter curiously. "I will pass the sentiment to you as well. The presence of a new hunter unlocks many intriguing possibilities here."

"I hope you can live up to one or two of them. These two were already such disappointments." They let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temple. "Considering your status of being new, I'll give you the generosity of knowing I can be quite the strong ally both within and out of matches if you can play your cards right. Do you like to gamble?"

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[firstbornsecondchosen]

Continued from here | @storiedocs

Indra really could not understand how this girl was so brilliant and kind, and yet still found everything she wasn't supposed to. Not to mention how she could just give up things she'd been looking for all because some other creature had found use for it. He gave her a small smile as he spoke. "Your soul is as pure as your hair. I'm not sure I would have left the ribbon there." Of course, this child did not tie his hair up. It was so much hassle, and he didn't see the need when he had both Aspara and Ashura who would brush it if he asked them.

When she asked about his scroll, he returned to sit, patting the cushion next to him so she could sit and properly look at the scroll. "It's one I found in my father's study. Stories he wrote of him working to make the land better. He even mentions uncle Hamura a couple of times." He explained with a smile. "Uncle Hamura lives in the moon now, but he watches over us."

[captainderyn]

I m sorry this will be a shitty idea :,] [ if reqs aren't accepted in here then just ignore me ]

JUDY/FEMALE V ft Mr silverhand cause how does choas not happened without the man who blew up arasaka

V stealing a kiss from ms alvarez while she's smoking ? Win for Johnny and a win for v ft Johnny encouraging v about it lmao > glitter anon

Hi nonny!! Thank you so much for the suggestion :D I wrote a little something something for this, hopefully this fits along the idea you were thinking!

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V didn’t smoke. Never had, never wanted to. Enough second hand smoke clogged the sidewalks of Night City that she didn’t need to ever put a cigarette to her lips to know what it tasted like. 

There was something enchanting about the play of the lights around the thick haze swirling around Judy as they sat thigh-to-thigh on the rooftop edge of the building. Charter Street hummed with life below them, cars zipping back and forth in a synchronized drone of tired thumping through potholes and honking horns. Further out, the sprawl of Night City glimmered with neon, the echo of advertisements in the heart of the city reaching even here. 

Judy inhaled again, puffing out another cloud of smoke and turning her face up to the sky. According to her she hadn’t smoked until Evelyn…

Well, until all of this happened. 

  “If you don’t stop giving her lovesick puppy eyes I’m going to be sick.” 

Johnny’s voice grated through her mind, the engram himself shimmering into existence on the other side of Judy. He mimed an exaggerated, Shakespearean level look of longing, kicking his feet back and forth off the edge of the building. 

Tsch, V glared at him trying to beam the image of a middle finger in the link between their minds. From the shit eating, arrogant grin he flashed at her it worked. 

Then Judy sighed, lifting the cig to her lips again. V watched Johnny as his eyes followed the entire movement, genuine longing replacing his performance and matching the sudden craving that flashed through her. 

She had to bite her tongue from speaking aloud and to keep her mocking words inside her head, ‘Hey asshat, stop eye-fucking the cig or I’m going to be sick.’ 

Johnny, unlike V, could fip her off without being seen. And he did with both hands. 

“Hey V, where’d you go?” Judy’s bemused voice broke through her glaring contest with Johnny and she blinked to find Judy staring at her with a soft quirk of her lips. 

“Oh ya know, just thinking.” V’s eyes darted over to Johnny, who made a gagging gesture before glitching out of her vision. The neon lights of the city caught the last glimmer of his silver hand, giving her yet another middle finger with gusto. 

‘Dick.’ She thought. 

‘Bitch.’ He responded, unable to let her ever have the last word like an immature, bratty teenager. 

And perhaps she was equally immature given that she would’ve continued down this ongoing, middle-school level bicker-fest if she didn’t have the most beautiful women in Night City smiling at her like she was the sun on a rainy day. 

Man if there was one thing to come out of the shitshow of a job that Evelyn had set up for her and Jackie, it was meeting Judy. Even if tragedy was the glue that drew them together. 

Judy bobbed her hand, ashes from the waning cigarette floating down to land on her overalls, arching a brow, “Earth to V, you a little lost up there?” 

V grinned, sheepish and cheeks tinging with heat, “Sorry, lot going on up there." Understatement of the 2070s. "I’m here I promise.”

“There is absolutely not.” Johnny retorted in the recesses in her mind. The edges of her vision flickered like he was going to manifest again. “Nothing but goo and stupid synth-pop songs in here.” 

It took til a count of three to keep herself from telling him to stuff it out loud. She considered it a fantastic display of maturity. An idea blossomed in her mind and she gestured to the cigarette dangling between Judy’s fingers, “Can I?” 

She hated the idea of it, already cringing, but…

Judy held it out to her with an inquisitive look, “Thought you didn’t smoke?” 

V leaned forward, taking a long drag without taking it in her own hand. Johnny’s own rush of joy flooded through her brain, mixing her emotions and his in the uncomfortable, out-of-body way the Relic caused. 

Hopefully that would be the pacifying her overgrown brain toddler needed to fuck off for a while. 

And there it was: silence. Blissful, peaceful, if unsettling, silence. Johnny was there in the way he always was: twining around her consciousness, but his attention was elsewhere. 

“Judy, can I kiss you?” V’s voice was breathless, needy and wanting to have, to experience before she had to share brainspace again. 

Judy was already watching her with parted lips and at V's question she gave a small nod, closing the distance between them. The kiss was slow, a drinking each other in.

When they broke apart, Judy followed V as if for more before her eyes fluttered open. V's eyes flicked from hers to her lips, her heart hammering.

Johnny's thoughts bled into hers, melding together into one breathless request, "Again."

Then Judy was pulling V back close to her by the collar of her synth-leather jacket, fingers fisting into the black material of her tank top beneath, crushing their lips together in a deep kiss. V threaded her hands through Judy's multi-colored hair, losing herself entirely in Judy.

The telltale blue static filled the corner of her vision, telling her that Johnny was somewhere nearby.

"I meant the cigarette V!" Johnny complained, "Another cig!"

V paid him only enough mind to flip him off behind Judy's back, slipping her fingers from Judy's hair to wrap around her waist as Judy clambered into her lap, slipping V's jacket to her shoulders to trace the lines of tattoos along her skin.

She'd gave him a quiet mind when he'd gone on his failed movie date with Rogue. It was about time she called in the same favor from him.

[clairvoyantcubes]

Thank you for not peeing on people's belongings

Shock momentarily washed over the hybrid’s features as the implication of what the anon thought he had meant by his earlier wisecrack fully registered within his mind. That was what they had chosen to take away from it?! From what Hearts had heard, the conclusion wasn’t an unreasonable one to make. It just hadn't been something that he had been expecting to necessarily have directed at himself.

“I... Think you might’ve misunderstood me. I was just making a comment about a mortal expression.” Though, if he had really wanted to assert his dominance over someone, there were far better ways to do it than to (literally) piss on someone's stuff; he had better sense than that!

[the-npc]

hi i love you i hope you are enjoying the furry convention 🎶✨when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish, then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Currently I'm on:

Until I Die - Machine GIrl

Fly ΘctΘ Fly (vs. Inner Agent 8) - Glasses Freek Jr.

Scrannel Scrape — Splatoon 3: Culture Shock OST - Glasses Freek Jr.

Charli Xcx - Everything Is Romantic (Russelbuck Remix)

Billie Eilish - Birds of a Feather

[victoriousfidelity]

@luposcainus, from here.

Sigyn laughs, the sound warm and good-natured. "That's not a popular opinion with a fair amount of people, but I have to agree."

[mxldito]

Cont. from here with @ratwhsprs

"It's probably taken a lot more serious when humans do it to each other though, right? Last I checked, some of you guys were cooking each other into soup. A rat making a pot of soup, now I'd pay to see that." Coyote gave a loud whoop, the smell of sewer occasionally knocked them up the backside of their head. They'd grown used to some smells, but not others.

Still, they had business with one of the locals and didn't want to force them out of their haven. At least they were actually allowed in without a babysitter this time. Coyote squinted at him. Something felt familiar, but he was a face they didn't know. "We've never met, have we?"

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

Re; That Kerry being dismissive thing- RIGHT?! Wasn't he in the middle of setting up the concert? He was just busy at the moment! I'm sure that if V called at a different time, when he was travelling or had a free moment he'd talk to them properly. Other than his ego, which like, you're right about, he's a busy man, who can't just have an inpromptu catching up session because he has milions of fans and eurodollars on the line. I think that he's being reasonable, he gives V an estimate of when he will be free and when they will be able to meet up again, and he even promises them a trip to wherever they'd like.

I think that a lot of people have this very demanding attitude towards romantic interests in video games, where they are basically pure wish fulfillments who change 180 when you romance them and do nothing but cheer on the player's every decision and tell them how much they love and mean to them. In cyberpunk you really feel like they all retain their personalities, good and bad parts, and you just happen to be in a relationship with said person, not someone who lost all their edges to cater to your character. The characters take logical actions when viewed through their own internal logic- Judy leaves and gets married, Panam is furious when she thinks V ghosted her and is still pissed, River doesn't want to mix up V in a potentially dangerous situation and Kerry focuses on his career. They won't magically drop everything just because V resurfaced, things happened in these two years and V can't do anything about it but accept it.

I agree 110% with you. He’s in the middle of setting up a concert, and despite having his attention pulled every which way is trying to give V as much of him as he can. Which is quite generous, considering he is an international rockstar and incredibly busy. Not only do people have a strange view of romantic interests in video games, but I also think a lot of fans want the romance in video games to follow traditional Romance parameters, and unless it’s a dating sim, I would not consider most video game plot genres or even sub genres to be Romance. Giving up everything for your one true love is fine and logical in a traditional Romance storyline— Cyberpunk 2077 is not that. Cyberpunk is true to its namesake, it’s dystopian, it’s bleak, it has an amount of realism that a lot of traditional Romance pushes to the wayside in favor of happily ever after and tropes that, when looked at w any sort of consideration of realism, would actually be a collection of red flags.

[ruinouss]

@riiese said: "why did you help me ?" (Modern era Ingvar, for supernatural Hunter au?)

His words were muffled by the pounding of rushing blood in her ears as her heart continued racing. Small splatters of blood freckled her face and neck as her knife dripped with the maroon liquid.

"Because," she swallowed dryly before using the sleeve of her jacket to wipe the sweat from her brow, "I only kill creatures that are actively huntin' humans, and as far as I've seen you're no threat to them." Killing the other hunter hadn't been part of the plan but she also hadn't expected him to be so resistant to letting the oversized being go.

The hunter had been one of the ones who believed anything supernatural was a monster and had to be destroyed no matter what. Her attempts to dissuade the man with words had gone unheard and as soon as she stood between them he deemed her the enemy and attacked.

Typical.

Faye turned her attention to look up at the giant. Despite his unnerving size, she couldn't find any reason he should be eliminated and so she did what she had to. Of course, now she had a new problem: dealing with the consequences of killing another hunter.

"Sorry, you had to witness the worst of us. I like to think I'm not the only hunter who doesn't kill just because I can," she crouched down next to the corpse to use his shirt to clean his blood from her knife. "I imagine he isn't the first that's come after you?"

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

Happy late birthday Chris!

[jefferythejelly]

wtf is going on between dream and quackity??? I looked it up but I'm seeing so many different opinions from people 😓 what's going on and will I have to pick sides? I'm just so confused by this whole thing 😭

oh anon what rock have you been living under (and can you take me there)

this got kind of long bc a lot has happened and it's been kind of slowly building up over a month, and i kind of used this as an excuse to do something i've been wanting to do and make a rough timeline of events, so hope you don't mind the incredibly long post. it has certainly been An April (/neg) around here.

march 10th- quackity announces the big project he’s been teasing, the qsmp, a minecraft server with both spanish and english creators. dream puts out a priv tweet the same day saying he’s been working on something similar to collaborate with worldwide creators and he’s mentioning it bc he doesn’t want people to be worried about copying once it’s announced (this is foreshadowing)

april 2nd- dream announces the united smp and its accompanying live translation mod with a video and a tweet. small note here that the video was originally supposed to be an april fools video at first, which is why the international creators are skinned as the different manhunt members, but was delayed by a day bc editing took longer than expected. discourse starts near immediately as drantis are quick to accuse dream of copying q's idea of a multi language server

april 3rd- quackity announces that a new live translation mod is being implemented in the qsmp. copying accusations are now coming from both sides. note that it has been 1 day since the usmp announcement, so the chance that q actually developed a mod in that time is basically zero. also note that dream said he’d been working on the usmp prior to knowledge of qsmp’s mod being public. this is confirmed by snapchats dream posted later this month of camera roll screenshots of photos of a whiteboard with brainstorming for the usmp with the date march 8th visible, which is prior to the qsmp announcement. the point i’m trying to make here is that the most likely explanation is that it's a big damn coincidence

on this day there was also a brief copypasta started by george and sapnap joking about the similarities between the two servers (the first multilingual smp with live translation). george goes live with the smp from his copypasta tweet (slutsmp) and several ccs join throughout (during the stream its implied he basically @/everyone-ed the entire dsmp discord). he makes several shady comments but at this point its unclear if hes memeing quackity, the fans making drama out of the situation, or both

kind of skipping over a few weeks here bc its a lot of the same Nothingness but basically: discourse continues to spiral, egged on by the fact that dream has continued interacting with/mentioning quackity but is met with radio silence from the other side. there are a few clarifications from dream on twitter during this period that the qsmp and usmp are separate concepts and that he does not hold any ill will towards q

april 24th- while already somewhat assumed after quackity announced the qsmp's translation mod, quackity officially announces that the qsmp will be adding worldwide creators

april 27th- dream drops this thread which i highly recommend reading for yourself bc it gives a lot of context. tldr: quackity hasn't responded to dream despite multiple attempts to reach out, from both dream and other mutual friends. dream doesn't know what's going on with him but doesn't want any more hate to build between their two fanbases. he is explaining this because he feels he should explain his motives/give context as hate has built up to the point of irl threats to himself and his family's safety. he says that he is changing the concept of usmp slightly so there is less competition between the 2 servers and reiterates that he doesn't want any hate sent to quackity and that he's proud of all he's done

radio silence from quackity for this whole day, and then:

april 28th- quackity goes live on twitch. he says nothing about it and announces the new brazilian creators for the qsmp

and that's... kind of where we're at? q has continued being active on qsmp and social media and has said nothing, mutual friends are continuing to interact with quackity, and we've kind of reached a weird stalemate.

there's also some small bits of context that are more on the fandom side of things as to why a lot of ppl aren't supporting quackity anymore, so i'll (semi-briefly) try to explain those here:

during all this a mod on the qsmp was (rightfully) called out for including a mob that portrayed incredibly racist stereotypes of indigenous people. q did eventually remove the mod after public pressure but his apology/explanation of the situation was incredibly lackluster, and he didn't address any of the server members who made racist comments about the mob or after the mod's removal. this soured a lot of people's opinion of quackity/the qsmp in general.

second thing is just general vitriol between the two fandoms. qsmp fans/quackity solos were already being nasty at the start of the month, and that only built as the month continued. i saw at least one instance of a fan supposedly being doxxed and having someone show up to their house over the drama, and heard of ppl having gore/photos of self harm sent to their dms (so y'know. classic toxic twitter fandom bullshit). i will say that the toxicity has recently somewhat risen on the dteam side of things as well, with people being a lot quicker to hate on ccs still interacting with quackity and generally being super neg abt q (tho i can't act like some of that anger isn't slightly warranted. hell, i've been super angry over this and i used to be a super big fan of quackity). a lot of people are disappointed in q's silence over this whole issue and believe that it is quackity's responsibility to at least publicly denounce the doxxing/threats being made by fans in defense of him, especially as it's something that dream has already done, both prior to this situation and during.

as far as "picking sides" goes... a lot of ppl here on dtblr have been doomposting for a while, and at this point quackity is basically in no one's good books. at the same time, most of the rational people i follow have been acknowledging the nuance of the situation, and that a lot of mutual friends may be caught in the middle right now (shit dude, you're talking to a foolish main and that dude's still on quackity's damn server). there's also the matter of dream basically asking people to stop fighting, which at this point i am very inclined to agree with due to the levels of discourse and toxicity that we've already gone through, plus i think it's a better alternative than the community self-cannibalizing any time someone mentions quackity

ultimately it's up to you to decide what you want to do with this info and how much you want to remove yourself/unstan ccs, but know you aren't alone if you're sad/disappointed about how this whole thing has panned out 🫂 it has certainly been quite the Month around here

[rexscanonwife]

I am not exactly a newcomer, but I still enjoy giving people opportunities to talk about their OCs. So, please take this as a space to talk about Kepler as much as you would like to, if that's alright!! I may not be 1000% familiar with the intricacies of Star Wars, but I'd still be happy to hear ^-^

Hiii omg thank you so much for asking! 😭💖🫶💖 I really appreciate it! And tbh even a basic understanding of star wars is enough to get u thru most of it, what I love about the universe in general is that yes there are lots of rules but at the same time there's no rules at all?? You can do whatever you want as a fan and there's not rly anything ppl can do to stop you 😂

but for people who ARE seeing this for the first time, my star wars s/i is a Jedi Knight and my bff and I worked together to basically make an oc to be her Padawan! his name is Kepler Quinn and he's my perfect beautiful boy that I love 🥺

a lot of his character development comes from both coming into his own as a person through his training and through his relationships to others. He's been through a lot of rejection in his life already, so he kind of put up walls and has to learn to let people through them! Especially my s/i, who decides to dedicate herself to training him and making him see himself the way she sees him: as amazing! He's got a lot of really impressive skills, he's very in tune with the force when it comes to listening to it for insight, he's just not naturally a good fighter. That doesn't get you very far during a war 😅 but she thinks he's perfect! and she, and the other friends he makes are all part of his story.

(ps. here's some drawings of him made by my bff @star-whores69)

[general-kalani]

Closed RP with @caddy-crystal-queen, continued from here

“An emotion?! No wonder our Emperor opposes it so much... No surely it’s a military strategy! I mean really it makes more sense than an ‘emotion’. The fact it sounds like a military strategy is more than enough reason for it to be considered such! What kind of military strategy is it however...”

He pondered again, the three dots recurring again.

“Perhaps it’s code for a flank, or a head-on battle. I will have to revise on this one and what strategy it is...”