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and none of these are the bigender flag
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"Quackity wants to build a white house!"
I'm sorry he's doing what?
#karmaland#quackity#karmaland v#☀️#sorry im late to the party I just woke up lol#but um.... oh fucking boy- this will NOT end well#(context: in dsmp Q built a white house with Wil and (i think) Tommy and it meant a lot to him)#(if I remembered correctly he later gifted it to schltt and after the festival he started destroying it and um....)#(I call it 'the white house argument' because the two started fighting and.... it was definitely c!schltt at his worst to c!q)#(it was the scene that got me hooked on dsmp and on c!Q... the destruction of the white house really really hurt c!Q)#(............ I hope it goes better for him this time)#(... i know its just an rp and stuff but man... the white house argument is always gonna hit different for me.. )#('GET FUCKING MINING' like..... jesus...)
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the world is so beautiful i can come to my besties place of work and bother him and even get a hug. for my poor soul
#vwoop.noises#His co worker made us watch schltt video#Which i have no problem with but was like. ah yes .... Man I Don't Know..#From his mnecraft presidential endeavours...#I missed him becuase I am garbage at texting and also keep showing up when he's not working Pensive
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one time i sent my best friend a really cool fanart that i had found and he had to tell me "??? that's thirst art" because i just thought it was cool character art. aroace moment
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So first I finish reading De Terra and feel sad bc now I have no more to read about the EH beeduo, and then I get the amazing opportunity of being able to see Hadestown only for it to RIP MY FUCKING HEART OUT
#so uhh surprise but ive been near or in NYC for the last week#friday to sunday i was in the country for family reasons and monday until tomorrow in nyc#its been pog#got to see the schltt screen in times square#got to see a show (obviously)#but the show was sad and made me cry#so at what cost#also im sad about finishing EH :(#:(((
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schltt
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im such a fan of all your fics they're all so amazing ahhh !! i just wanted to ask if you've ever weirdtalked abt schltt before aaa have a good day 🍀
thank you so much!!!! <333 i did actually used to a lot lmao, i was super into him in 2021/early 2022 and he was a huge part of boyparty when i was still writing that and i tweeted about him and lud a lot. i almost wrote a fic w him and lud and j back in 2022 but i never finished it. i’m not actively crazy about him the way i used to be just bc he hasn’t ever been a main fixation of mine but i do wuv him and i do wear his university-style sweatshirt that i bought in 2021 pretty often :p
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I told you I’d tell you my predictions so I’m just gonna go mostly off what we got last chapter
So my first thought is that Tommy is supposed to be in the human world. That’s his job. He’s got professional training and experience and a boss who I’m guessing he’s gotta regularly report to. And that boss is schlatt
Schlatt is usually a my way or you’re getting fired type of boss. I can imagine there’s a reason Wilbur was kept on desk duty while Tommy got promoted. And I doubt he was very happy to hear Wilbur wasn’t coming in for work.
It seems that there’s a closeness between Techno, Tommy, and Wilbur (Phil is involved somewhere I just haven’t figured that part out). So I’m sure schlatt’s going to or already has connected the dots
Now since techno and Tommy both probably have to report back to Schlotzskys or whoever their supervisor might be, it won’t be long before someone lets Wilbur’s name slip
Tommy is who I’m most worried about. Because I feel like he’s gonna let it slip that someone’s in love with Wilbur. And if sh Matt is already pissed I don’t feel like this is gonna go well
Back when you were writing the first chapter or so if atwg you told me something abt schlatt killing Q or sum like that. I literally love when those mother fuckers hurt each other. I love it so much.
I also remember that ask regarding the non con tag which had to do with the demon possession. So. Hear me out. Cuz I’m getting to the point
Since schltts looking for a way to probably teach Wilbur a lesson about not listening and also developing an attachment to a human, somethings telling me Schlage’s possessing either Wilbur or Q and Q is gonna die because of it
He’s gonna be killed and the truth is gonna come out before Wilbur ever got a chance to say it. And Quackity’s already got some kind of trauma that stems from loosing a loved one. Attachment issues don’t pair well with being lied to and fucking murdered. Also I think Quackity has sexual trauma just based off his reaction to making Wilbur uncomfortable that one chapter and spiraling straight into “Wilbur must be traumatized”. So all that paired with being fuckinf killed? Yeah he’s not going to trust Wilbur for a little while
And him not trusting Wilbur is going to absolutely fuck Wilbur up. Wilbur’s definitely more emotional than one would expect from a demon.
I’ll be back because I just remembered that thing you said a while ago where one of Quackity’s issues is that he might be too nice for his own good and oh my god. I’ll be back. I’ve gotta think about this some more. As well as how Phil ties into all of this
-Quackity analysis anon
(Btw. Can you please just imply Schlage’s got a kids or something. I miss dad schlagg anon. I want them to come home )
Kind of obsessed with how many ways Schlatt is misspelled in this ask but that's beside the point
Ohohoho, y'all know I love trauma >:)
I can neither confirm nor deny any of it, but I do love the theories here. Would also love to hear how you think Phil fits into all this, cuz no one's guessed it yet
(I'll talk to her)
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TAG DIRECTORY
Links to my tags for characters, AUs, and fandoms I draw on this blog. This only includes artwork, not text posts about them. Note that these range from extremely full to almost empty, and also only go back to around November 2019. Usually the tag is the word without vowels, but there's a few exceptions for readability.
If don't follow me because of my fandoms, and see one of these, and go, "hey, that sounds like a youtuber I've heard of," it probably is. It's probably their minecraft character or an AU of them. Sorry if this is how you found out but it's in my pinned post LOL. Also don't be a pussy and enjoy the horny part regardless.
Anyways...
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Thaum -> oc thaum
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those last three are extremely outdated and haven't been drawn in years, but i didn't want to not include them lmao
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Hi! I know you started school too recently so get to this whenever you feel like it, don’t stress urself, but can we get a scenario where schlatt ends up actually ends up fighting karlnapitys child? Ur writing is so good and u get the characters vibes so well!
𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠//𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑
Masterlist // child reader
Schlatt x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns: they/them
Warnings: death, swearing
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“So this is where we’ve come to!” A dark maniacal laugh slipped through their mouth.
“Guess so rug rat.”
“All of this for revenge? You made me wish I wasn’t even fucking born, but I’ve heard you had the same effect on others.” The words spat venomously, leaving a sting right where it hurt.
“Fuck you” “Well you tried that on my dad, didn’t work so well now did it?”
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I felt myself crumbling underneath schlatts rule, the country around me slowly falling apart. I looked around the devastating area, people closing and boarding off shops to protect themselves.
Papa once told me of the beautiful country I once grew up in.. Dandelion fields racing across acres of land, gentle streams passing through and underneath the prime path. Blue red and yellow banners hanging from every window.
I always wondered how such a cruel and hatred came to power here, torturing my father to death. I always see it every time he comes home, looking more and more tired attempting to hide the pain in his eyes.
I’m guessing he attempts to hide everything from me, giving his all to raise me in a perfect bubble of a world.
That didn’t work out so well..
Every time I pass on through, stepping into that grey White House, I feel a certain dread come over me. The need to make my livings worth, even so at a young age.
People sitting at desks started to yell, others crowding up as small slaps and whimpers could be heard.
A shiver ran down my spine, racing up the stairs trying to calm myself. Once I reached twords the top of the tower like structure, I quietly slipped in during the meeting. The cabinet sat around the wooden table, discussing things that I’ll never learn to understand.
Who would anyways?
I smiled as I saw Papa and uncle dream sitting near each other, a little security in a land of torture and tearany. Uncle dreams never been the kindest, he was supposedly different before the first war.
It seemed like years since then, a constant battle between nations and never a second to sigh. Stories have been told of the scars from before, a terrible or great time I may never be able to tell.
I ignored the shouting coming from those who sat at the round table, running over to schlatts office. I snuck in, pick pocketing the small lock in the drawer as my heart raced.
My hands shook as the bobby pin I held jingled, constantly checking the door. I tried to pace things up, hearing the shouting die down. I finally got the lock unhinged.
Aha!
I scurried through, making sure what I was looking for was perfectly in place. I raised a brow, heating up as it was missing. Looking for the small object, making sure to check every little corner.
“Its not there..” “It’s not fucking here!”
I cried, continuously repeating underneath my breath. I pulled my hair, the feeling as if it were about to just rip off of my head.
My head shot up as the door handle shook, eyes widening once the ram hybrid stood in the room. Some would say my heart physically stopped for a second, freezing up at the sight of him.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!”
I held my hands up above my head, slowly backing up as I looked around for an escape plan. “Don’t make me ask again kid, tell me what your doing in my office.”
My voice shook, barley getting the sentence out. “Sir what’s the issue here?” Papa squeezed through into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw me with my hands up high.
“Mi amor que hiciste..” He rubbed his temples, stress and fear overcoming him. I had nothing to show for myself, just the Bobby pin I used to break in.
Schlatt carefully treaded closer to me.. Grabbing the collar of my shirt, causing my breath to hitch.
“I’m giving you three seconds to answer me. What the fuck are you doing in my office, and what did you take.”
“N-nothing sir. I didn’t take a-anything.”
I squealed, whimpering in pain as I felt a harsh slap on my cheek. I felt tears brimming my eyes, hurt and the urge to run to me in papas eyes.
“I don’t fucking like liars.”
He let go, grabbing the tequila bottle from his desk, swinging a sip. The second he left the room, I collapsed into my fathers arms small sobs admitting from my body.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.. We’ll have a better life one day”
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I stood on top of the grassy hill, looking out as everyone fought down below. Yet the man they all wanted was in my arms, standing right in front of me as I held my crossbow up.
“Your dad has always been a worthless flatty patty, just like you.” He laughed flipping around a sharp dagger. I stood my ground, forcing myself to look into his cynical eyes.
He made me sick, everything I hated was stuck within him. All I’ve ever doubted in myself, the childhood I’ve been stripped of. It’s all this mans fault, and here I am taking it back.
“Give me the damn ring schlatt! I won’t fucking ask again, I’ll shoot you in the damn heart.”
He laughed, looking straight up in the air. I shook as the dagger flipped flawlessly in the air, right back where it started in his hand. The gold band, itched with burnt flames shining on his finger.
Today of all days.
“How dare you wear my fathers ring, after you stripped it off his hands. He found someone to love, unlike you!”
I cried, shouting out to the terrible man. I leaned the tipped arrow back, a clean shit right to his heart.
I focused on the ring, watching as it glimmered in the light. The small engraving of my dads initials, all together creating a perfect symphony.
Yet what I didn’t notice until the sharp pain flew through into my abdomen. Blood poured through, staining my clothing. I smiled, feeling my weight get the better of me.
My head soon hit the ground, the grass underneath me. A dandelion in my last line of sight, the small band carefully being placed in my palm as my body floated away.
𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭
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Too much death recently, I’ll make time for fluff laterrrr. now cry fuckers LMFAO. Listening to the hamilton soundtrack, that explains the angst tbh.
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Childish (c!Schlatt x Reader)
Hello everyone! I have officially returned from my hiatus! Sorry I was gone for so long, but I think I'm feeling much better now. I wrote this as sort of a lighthearted return to writing. I have quite a few fics in the works right now, so let me know if you wanna W.I.P list! I'm trying out scheduling this fic so yeah, let's hope that goes alright!
This fic was inspired by this headcanon on @boobberries blog, sent in by @paintpaletteanon! Thank you so much to the both of them for allowing me to use it in this fic. :) I take it as a gift of peace for starting an angsty Schlatt movement on Roni's blog!
Type: humor, fluff
Word count: 1,257 words
Most of the time, you were a pretty tame person. Between George's oversleeping, Quackity's over-the-top energy, and Schlatt's unprofessionalism, somebody had to play the straight man or else Manburg's entire cabinet would fall apart. Everyone was quite used to your more mild nature; it went so far as to leak into your person life with Schlatt at times. Which is why your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend was caught so off guard by you acting like such a little shit.
It was an average day when it happened for the first time. Schlatt was reading through some papers with a pensive look on his face and you came up behind him, lightly touching his arm and opening your mouth to ask if everything was alright. However, before a single sound could leave your lips, Schlatt was jumping and letting out a surprised bleat. When you say jump, you mean leapt. It was a good thing you were outside at the time because he reached a height you had no clue anyone could reach.
When he spun around to face you, starting to chew you out for sneaking up on him, you couldn't help but let out an incredulous laugh.
"How did you jump so high?" You said between fits of giggles. His cheeks flushed and he glared daggers into your soul.
"I'm a goat hybrid, dumbass. Don't do that again."
Now, normally you would listen to that prompting, especially at work, and the scenario would be packed away into his mind as an embarrassing, yet fond memory. So he was absolutely flabbergasted when he rounded a corner to head into the Whitehouse and was greeted with-
"Boo!" You cackled as he jumped once more. He swore at your hunched over form, smacking you upside the head with some rolled up papers.
"Why the hell did you do that?!" He placed a hand over his pounding heart, adrenaline rushing through his veins.
"I'm s-" You cut yourself off with a wheeze, "I'm sorry! It's just s-so hilarious!" You descended into another fit of laughter. He rolled his eyes at you fondly, trying to hide his smile from you.
The next few weeks were absolute torture. He could not turn a corner, leave his back to you, or hand you any loud items because a good 80% of the time, it would result in him leaping in distress. He threatened to make you sleep on the couch if you continued to do it. Afterwards, he found a pillow and a few blankets on the couch before getting the daylights spooked out of him once again.
Never had he seen you act like such a child. Quackity's endorsement of the behavior was absolutely no help whatsoever. The poor ceilings of most buildings he went had many dents in them. You could find him anywhere at any time, scare the life out of him, then promptly disappear, probably to set up the next spook. He could not find a moment of peace.
But then, suddenly, it stopped. Great, right? Wrong. The lack of the expected shocks disturbed him deeply. He turned every corner like an animal that knew it was being hunted. Any time you would lag behind while you walked, he would tense as if preparing to be grabbed, but the sensation never came. You had stopped, and he finally started to relax. Normalcy had returned, and his peace and quiet along with it.
He read through some papers on his desk, thoroughly engrossed in his work. Concentration was hard to come by for him, so he was incredibly focused on the documents. The perfect target.
He did not hear the door when it opened. Your feet made no sound as you moved across the floor like a wildcat, ready to strike. He didn't even sense your maniacal presence behind him as you poised, grinning, before your hands shot out and quickly grabbed his sides.
It all hit him in quick, unpleasant waves. The initial jolt of panic, followed immediately by his heart stopping, and then pure unfiltered dread.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
You keeled over laughing, leaning heavily against his desk for support. He rubbed his head, glaring up at the two new dents in the ceiling. When his enraged gaze fixed on you, you only laughed harder.
"Is this funny to you? Does this look like a fucking joke?" He tried to sound angry, to seem scary. The sinister grin on his face would have scared most into silence. But, alas, you were not like most people.
"I think it's the funniest thing I've seen in years." You grinned up at him.
"I'm going to kill you." He growled through his teeth, lunging forward and trying to grab you.
Lucky for you, you were faster than him and leapt out of his reach with a delighted shriek. You took off down the hallways as he shouted after you.
"Get back here you fucking brat!"
Your laughter and footsteps filled the building, most of the employees sending odd glances your way as you sprinted past, only to tuck their heads down as the President followed in suit. Ahead of you, Quackity poked his head out into the hallway, his face a mixture of concern and amusement.
"The hell did you do?" He shouted at you.
"I'll explain later!" You yelled back over your shoulder as you passed him, face pulled into a grin.
You thought that as soon as you got out of the building, he would stop chasing you. You were wrong. It felt like fire was in your lungs as you hit the half demolished wall. You only had time to turn around before Schlatt was pinning you to the wall.
"Gotcha!" You laughed, squealing and trying to move under his arm. "Oh, no you don't!" He scooped you up in his arms, a small reluctant smile pulling at his lips.
You twisted halfheartedly in his arms, still laughing uncontrollably. A small kick to the wall was able to knock him off his balance just enough to send him plummeting to the ground, and you along with him. The grassy ground knocked the wind out of your lungs momentarily, very briefly cutting off your laughter, but as soon as you started up again, you could hear Schlatt begin to laugh along with you.
"What now, genius?" He grinned up at you. You laughed, wiggling just a little more before settling into his arm and leaning in to peck his lips.
"You've been an absolute menace, what makes you think you deserve kisses?" He narrowed his eyes at you.
You pouted up at him.
"Puppy eyes will not work on me, you little shit." His lips twitched a little; he was fighting a smile.
You rested your chin against his chest, whimpering a little.
"No." His words faultered slightly.
"Please?"
You could see his resolve break, and his lips finally tugged up into a smile. "Fine."
You cheered happily and wrapped your arms around his neck, pecking his lips repeatedly and giggling between each one.
"Seriously, what's got you all riled up?" He laughed out, resting his forehead against yours.
"I just need a break from being all serious sometimes." You admitted, smiling up at him and placing a softer, longer kiss on his lips.
"Well, that is fair, just maybe be a pest to Quackity next time you feel like being a shit, alright?" He spoke once you pulled away.
You laughed and nodded. "Alright, but don't expect me to not use your jumping habit against you in the future."
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i know this might come as a shocker to some but maybe....just maybe..you don’t have to be critical of every single thing you enjoy
and another shocker. mcyt = minecraft youtube = people who make content/youtube videos about minecraft. just cause one white guy did bad shit doesn’t mean i have to stop liking every single youtuber whos made minecraft videos ever because you want to find a reason to shit on things you find ‘cringey’
#discourse#literally makes me want to scream like#'be critical of what you watch those CCs are bad people'#im sorry do i look like i give a shit#1 the 'terrible things' theyve done are things they were simply ignorant about and educated on#2 the ones that are actually terrible like pwdipie and schltt thatve been jsut straight up racist time and time again?#i dont fucking watch them#once again learn that the 'dream smp' isnt even played on by dream#and that mcyt literally just means someone who makes content about minecraft#mf mumbo jumbo is a mcyter and hes so sweet#stop using actual problems like ableism and racism to#get pissed off at people harmlessly watching content
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sweet boy.
glatt x afab!reader
word count: 1.3k
cw; praise, pegging, light teasing, nicknames (sweetheart, sweet boy, and pretty boy)
disclaimer: this is a repost from my old account @/hullokai
you gently stroked your boyfriends back; stopping at his tail-bone, gently thumbing at his fluffy tail, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, basking in the way his stumbled over your name, grinding his hips down into the soft bedding as you played with the fluff-ball
his hand reached around to your wrist, stopping you from any movement as he quietly whimpered, begging for you to stop touching him and to just fuck him already, you only chuckled in response, “ but what's the fun in that, sweetheart? ” he only whined in response to your words
you hummed in acknowledgement, pressing a soft kiss into his shoulder blade, you grabbed the lube from the side-table, “ now, glatt, don't freak out from the feeling m’kay? schlatt never really let me do this, so you won't be used to it. ” he nodded slowly in understanding, nerves building in his stomach
“ you still wanna do this pretty boy? ” you calmly asked, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear lovingly,
“ y-yeah, i still wanna do this, please? ” he sounded uncertain whether he should've asked, but you didn't bring it up, rather focusing on getting his boxers down, neatly folding them and setting them to the side, you looked back at him, asking for permission again silently
as he nodded back at you, you gently lubed up your fingers, “ now jus’ sit there and look pretty, okay sweet boy? ” he nodded, smiling shyly as his nerves relaxed, a finger prodded at his rim, pushing in slowly, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, almost muffling the lewd whine that was ripped from his throat
he stuffed his face into the pillow, muffling his moans as you kept fingering him, you let him keep his face there, you didn't wanna make him uncomfortable, especially when you were already fingering him—which he wasn't used to, due to the years he spent in the void
“ it feels good to have you back, sweetheart, it was so hard having you away ” you mumbled under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear as you slipped another finger into him, pressing against his prostate as he went to respond to you
“ it f-feels good to be back too, even if im not exactly myself ” he whispered, his voice breaking as you kept prodding at his prostate carefully, your eyes softened at his words—he wasn't wrong, there was things different about him, but you still stopped, partially because you were done with prep, but also because of his words
you pulled at your fingers, wiping them on a towel near by, “ and you know that i still love you right sweetheart? ” he went silent before slowly nodding, resting his head on his arms, “ good boy, now get on your back, i wanna see you this time, m’kay? ” he smiled softly, heart beating almost out of his chest as he flipped over
“ my ass is starting to hurt already. ” he said flatly, causing you to start laughing as you fumbled with the buckles on the strap, he chuckled with you, brushing some hair out of his eyes, he stared up at you with adornment as he listened to you laugh, small wheezes escaping as you tried calming down
you glanced up at him, flushing as you saw the look in his eyes, “ uhm, are you ready? ” he nodded, spreading his legs so you could fit between them, you crawled back over to him, shifting in between his legs as he wrapped them around your waist, “ okay, you still wanna do this sweetheart? ”
“ yes, now hurry up ” he said, rolling his eyes jokingly as he fake yawned, you lightly slapped his thigh as you pushed the tip in, watching as his eyes snapped open, gasping as his hands grabbed your biceps, “ t-thats a lot bigger then your fingers ” you smirked at his uneven voice, slowly pressing more of the silicon dildo into him, “ whoa whoa, s-stop, don't go too fast! ”
you quirked a eyebrow up to him, “ didn't you want me to hurry up, sweet boy? ” you teased as his eyebrows furrowed, his stubbornness showing as you stopped, giving him what he wanted—literally, he pushed back into you, taking you in almost fully, “ aw, i thought you wanted me to stop sweetheart? ” you teased him even more, pressing your forehead to his
“ s-shut up, and fuck me already. ” he mumbled stubbornly, almost loosing his breath as you bottomed out, starting a slow pace almost instantly, letting him get used to it, “ you were saying? ” you asked, wrapping your hand around his cock, his back fell back against the bed as he basked in the pleasure, whining in response
“ well, use your words pretty boy ” you kept teasing, your thumb going to his tip, thumbing it gently as you picked up the pace of his hips, taking amusement as he kept going to talk only to get cut off by a rough thrust to his prostate, “ c’mon sweetheart, i don't have all day ”
“ f-fuck off ” you rolled his eyes at his response, and decided to tease him physically rather then verbally, your hands travelled from his needy shaft to his perky nipples, teasing them gently as your fingers ghosted over them, watching as he tried to get you to touch them
his ram ears twitched slightly, causing you to turn your attention to them, before schlatt had died and turned into glatt, he had never let your touch his ears, saying it was bad if you did, you cocked a eyebrow as your stared down at him, “ c’mon sweet boy, say sorry for being a brat,, or ill touch your ears ”
he glared up at you, “ go ahead ” he huffed, your hips stuttered in shock, but still took his word, reaching your hand up to touch them, you softly played with one, almost shocked with how he reacted, he moaned.
“ aww, is that way you never used to let me touch them? ” you asked, feeling your chest swell as you slowed down the pace, thumbing his ears softly as he kept moaning and whining, “ s-stop ” he mumbled, embarrassment filling him as he now found out that the old him never let you do this
“ that's so cute sweetheart ” your other hand grazed his nipple, dragging down to his red, leaky shaft, you wrapped your hand around it as you kept playing with his ears, “ this is adorable glatt, why didn't you tell me you were this sensitive sooner? ”
if he could think properly he wouldn't said some witty—or at least something at all, he only whined back to you, thrusting his hips back into your hand, whines and soft begs for you to go harder the only thing coming out of him—his need to cum becoming apparent
“ okay, okay, don't worry pretty boy, you'll get to cum soon ” you reassured him, jerking him off quickly as you kept thrusting, letting go of his ear in favor for his pert nipples, teasing them until they're a shade of pink, and his face is a shade of deep red
“ fuck- fuck, y/n i-im gonna cum ” he whined, you kept thrusting into him, he jerked as he painted your hand and his stomach white, “ such a good boy, look how much you came sweetheart ” he didn't even realize he closed his eyes until you asked him to look
“ mmm ” was all he could respond with as you pressed soft pecks into his face, you went to pulled out of him, but he tightened his leg grip around your waist, keeping you in him, “ stay, wanna cockwarm you ” he mumbled as he went to wrap his arms around your shoulders, bringing you as close as possible
“ okay sweet boy, we have to shower after though, promise? ” he grunted in agreement, enjoying the closeness of you for the first time in years
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okay since i was very overwhelmed last night because of eriksen and what happened, i didn’t really have the clarity to think clearly, so i’m putting my own thoughts under the cut, just to get them out
What's been grating on me since I watched the stream and the Twitter drama erupted, is how people were talking about how Tommy "clearly wanted to avoid minority issues, accountability, education" when that's, especially after rewatching, the complete opposite of what he's saying? He's saying he fucks up and that he's sorry, he says multiple times throughout the stream that now he said the wrong thing again and that he's sorry, that he doesn't know how to correctly say things (he's not an activist, how would he have learned the proper way to phrase these things - and he especially doesn't know when he's tired and stressed), and that he wants to learn, he wants the community to be a better and open space for everyone - and AGAIN, he says he wants to be better. Wilbur also very clearly intends to help him realise the nuances of the situation (yes, the minorities finding the joke hurtful are valid; yes, tommy feeling stressed about being tweeted at negatively by thousands to the point of you trending in several countries is valid), and Tommy clearly wants to learn. And that's, to me as a Jew, what's so important about most younger CCs today: that they want to learn. And in this situation: Tommy wants to learn, he doesn't want to fuck up, he doesn't want to be ignorant, he wants to know what to say - he doesn't want to be an activist, but he wants to learn more, so he doesn't offend people accidentally. That attitude should be encouraged, not shunned. That's not how you motivate people to care about issues.
Personally, I don't like Schlatt. I don't like his persona he portrays in videos, and to my knowledge he has complete control over that persona - so I don't like him. However, I also realise that Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, and everyone else who's friends with him from the SMP (especially, since it's their fanbase this video is talking about) know the Schlatt that isn't for cameras but the "real" him. I realise the jokes that Tommy has made about Twitter can come off as mocking people disliking Schlatt for actually valid reasons, and I personally have never found them funny and just sighed whenever he’d make them, but I do think it's a case of intent not being equal to the impact. Tommy's intentions were probably to poke fun at those people he sees in his QRT's all the time, telling him to get away from his friends who also do this whenever anyone interacts with Schlatt. However, the impact of the tweet was that minorities felt hurt, and they did deserve an apology which is what he tried to do last night, though he was too tired and stressed to keep it coherent. Because the most of the discussion about his stream happened on Twitter, it was bound to get derailed. Where a lot of poc and other minorities affected by schlatt tweeted actually well worded and educational tweets where they just wanted an apology for his jokes and for him to understand why they were hurtful, they were buried amongst all the thousands of tweets of absolute dog shit and straight up hate. they (twitter) ended up trending "Tommy neg" in the US on the day he did the joke - and then yesterday, in both the US and the UK. That's fucking stressful to a degree I can't even imagine, seeing your name trend internationally; that's not going to teach anyone anything. And that's honestly something the Twitter community needs to be better at realising; like Bad said in his stream, one tweet is a pebble but all the thousands of tweets being posted equal to thousands throwing rocks at a person at once, and that’s not going to educate anyone. When CCs criticise Twitter they're not going after the people trying to educate them, especially not Tommy who repeatedly says - he wants to be better and make his fanspace safer, they're criticising the toxic people and unfortunately there's a Lot of toxic people on Twitter. And even though on Twitter there are Good people, when something goes wrong and tags start trending - they're unfortunately not the only ones speaking.
I'm glad he's taking time off of Twitter because while Twitter is a place where a lot of its userbase wants to bring attention to social issues and important events, it's also a place where the algorithm promotes sensationality and "breaking news" over information, where character limit limits room for discussion and grey areas, and also where a lot of people take one or two quotes and 30 seconds clips out of context and then run with it. Twitter can bring awareness and introduce you to social issues, but you need to do research yourself, look for credible sources, find ressources to properly understand stuff, listen to educated people and activists who actually know what they're talking about. That's how you learn, privately, in a calm setting, where the point is to learn not to get attacked. I'm sure he's gonna have a lot of good conversations with Wilbur, his mum as he's said previously she's very involved with social issues, and hopefully he'll reach out to people with actual knowledge about these social issues and look up ressources. He doesn’t want to nor does he need to become the next activist, but being introduced to ways to look information up and understand why what you said was wrong - that’s going to be very helpful to him, to anyone really. Researching the world you live in, the issues going on right now, it’s always important and it’s always gonna be time well spent.
And lastly, I hope he'll also be able to get better with his anxiety now that he isn’t going on Twitter because while there Are good people, there’s also a lot of shit that he shouldn’t see about himself. I hope this break does him well
#discourse#look at me with proper grammar oof#but yeah there's a lot of nuance and i just needed this off my chest - as a minority affected by schltt#ask to tag#i dont know what to tag it as if it even needs more than the discourse tag#aurora.txt
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idk if you’ve talked about the schltt/lvd dynamic b4 i can’t remember if u have on ur old blog or if it was someone else but what do u think about it?
i definitely did on my old blog bc it is so sexie.. i think it would be very cool if schIatt would sap any semblance of affection or adoration or pleasure from ludwig while fucking him, not praising him or even insulting him but just using him blindly so he doesn’t get any kind of attention at all that he can use to make himself feel better. it’s what he deserves. they are so much fun because schIatt openly loathes the idea of being pointlessly famous and lud can’t fathom doing anything else but be pointlessly famous. schIatt is an emotional yet dismissive and cold-hearted whore of a man and lud is a narcissistic brat who loves to torment and be tormented by schIatt because he loves to push people and get a reaction. and schIatt is very good at reacting. they clearly adore being around each other but hate it at the same time and it’s spicy in a new simmery cozy kind of way huehue
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Dream SMP Sub/Brat with fem!dom headcanons
A small lil fun fact, I had sent these to @boobberries as an anon. She'll know who I am lol and prolly be mad cuz I added some things and a few people here. I'm evil, fight me.
Techno
Techno as a sub is an interesting sight. The towering 7 foot male, tied down and crying out as you edge him is definitely a sexy sight. With Techno, all you have to do is give him a look, and he'll go down on his knees waiting for your command. You wanna edge him, the man is all yours. He's a whiny thing, but the second your hands are on his cock, he's begging and pleading.
"P-please! S-shit! Ahhh. Come on, let me cum." "Manners, boy." "Please-FUCK! Let me cum please!" "Hm, I'll think about it."
No you won't.
He's a brat, we all know this, but if you bring out a whip or a crop, he's the most obedient pet to exist. If you're using a crop, you'll place it under his chin and make him look up at you from his kneeling place on the floor. Using a whip? Trace his shoulders with it and watch him squirm.
"Such a good boy for me. Come here." "Yes ma'am."
Schlatt
He's the brattest person ever. He doesn't listen at all. That is until you pull out handcuffs or rope. The second he sees those, he knows that he's in trouble. Schlatt won't admit it, but he loves it when you tell him how handsome he is when he's all fucked out or cumming. He lives for your praise.
"Ngh! F-fuck!" "Look at you, my pretty boy. Cumming for me again already like a good boy."
If he's been brattier than usual, you'll tie him up, attach a vibrator to his cock and just leave him there for a good few hours. The sight of him when you come home is a lovely one. Schlatt's definitely going to be better behaved after that punishment.
"Are you gonna be a good boy now?" "Y-Yes ma'am." "Good."
Sapnap
Ah, the second most bratty sub ever. He tries all the time to take over, just one quick pin of his wrists and he knows he fucked up. You'll fuck him until he's dry, crying out for you to give him a break.
"Baby, please!" "Sh, come on baby. Give me one more."
That one more will turn into ten more, not that he minds. He tries to cover his face, due to you teasing how red he turns. Put him on a leash. He'll be a little shit about it, but he loves it when you give it a yank when he's not listening. He wears his collar almost all the time under his hoodies.
And pet play, he's hella into it.
"Pet, come here." "Yes ma'am!"
Dream
Dream is a little shit. He's always giving you a hard time, not that you mind. Brat taming him is always a task. There has been a good few nights were to tied his hands behind his back and edged the hell out of him. It pisses him off every time.
"Can you- ah shit! Just fuck me already!" "And this is why you're not getting to cum." "Damn it!"
Once you break the brat out of him, he'll be good. He lives for you giving him head as a reward. But watching you bounce on his cock will always be his favorite thing.
"Mm, ah! Gonna cum!" "Go ahead, cum for me."
Georgenotfound
George is a soft sub, always letting you take the lead. He's not too much into kinks, preferring vanilla sex over kinky sex.
"F-fuck oh fuck!" "You like that Georgie?" "Yes! Oh god yes!"
Pin him down. The few times you did get to tie him up, he cries out for you hard, begging for you to let him touch you.
"Angel! Please! Let me touch you!" "Hm, no."
Karl Jacobs
Another sweet sub, Karl does everything you ask him to. He adores being your good baby boy. If you ever want him to dress up for you, you bet your ass, he's wearing whatever the fuck you want. Maid dress? Done. Cat boy? He's on it. The bunny outfit? He's got it and ready for your command.
"Pumpkin! I want you!" "Coming hunny!" "Aw look at my lil bunny."
Pet names, he adores them almost as much as he lives for your praise. Praise him all the time, he melts everytime. He's a sucker for it.
"Baby boy~ can you wear this for me?" "Of course hon."
That's kind of how he got roped into the dress up play, not that he minds.
Awesamdude
He is not a sub at all. When you ask him to be a sub, he'll be a brat the whole damn time.
"Sam, stop it! Let me do this!" "Make me!"
Those are fighting words, good sir. And boy did he regret them. You tied him up and edged him the entire time. When he came, he was punished even more. Best to say, he learned to not challenge you when you dom him.
"F-fuck! I'm sorry! Baby! Please!" "Are you gonna be a good boy now?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes ma'am!"
He will not admit it at all, but that was the best damn sex he's had in a while. Nor will he admit that he loves likes you being the dom.
Fundy
Fundy. Oh lord where the hell do I start with this lil shit?
He's a complete and total brat, if you didn't know any better, you'd think that he was worse than Schlatt.
"Sit still." "No." "Can you behave for one damn minute?" "Fuck that." "Boy, if you don't stop being a brat-" "What are you gonna do? Spank me?"
Not a bad idea, actually. But you don't do that, instead you use the good old punishment on him.
"No sex until I say so and no touching yourself either." He looks so offended. "But-" "Nope, you didn't wanna listen to me, so now you're being punished." "But baby!"
He didn't even last a week before coming to you on his knees, begging to be touched. He let you do whatever you wanted, including leaving him tied up with a vibrator on his twitching cock. He was a mess, that you enjoyed overstimulating when you cleaned him up.
"Ngh- have mercy! Please!" "Gonna be a good little boy for me now?" "Yes!"
Eret
Eret, she let's you do whatever you want, but they love roleplay. Especially corruption roleplay.
"Oh little princess, come here and let me fuck your brains out." "Coming hon."
Will definitely dress up to impress you. He has dressed up several times, sat on your bed, and waited to surprise you.
"Well, isn't this a lovely sight." "Hi honey." "I like that outfit baby." "Really?!" "Yep, but I think it should be on the floor right about now." "Honey!"
She'll definitely be your good baby. Never causing you problems. Definitely into pet play.
Foolish
It's surprising to you when he asks if you could dom him. Now despite his innocent appearance, he's quite a brat and into being tied up.
"How is it?" "Not too tight, could be better." "Don't test me." "Hm, how about I do?"
He loves testing your patience with him. Watching that thread of self control snap is honestly quite fun for him. But if you're really pissed with him, you'll leave him tied up and just ignore him for a bit. Usually about 10 minutes before starts begging for you and listens to you.
"Baby! I'll listen! Please!" "Didn't even last five minutes this time, how cute."
Tease the man. Just do it. His moans are adorable.
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