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kiellustrations · 3 days
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— EAT YOUR HUSBAND. 😌
Inspirational words of ‘advice’ from Quackity (don’t follow it). Honestly this has mainly been a JSHK art style study but I’m really happy with the results, hope you like it too!
Do Not Repost without permission. Edits OK, profile pictures OK, both with credit.
Uncensored version below !!! ⚠️
Warning for anatomical heart / blood / cannibalism
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fenteii · 18 hours
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@syndicatedsystem Quackity! :3
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rozugold · 1 day
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uhm doodle uhm……… karlnapity mayhap…..
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They’re getting ready for a date!!
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fernlessbastard · 2 days
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I will always be a stanch supporter of tntduo being about a decade or two older then they are "canonically."
c!quackity Is a vertaren whore way past his young dumb full of cum era, and deep into "thirty still flirty." he has his divorce papers framed. he has anger issues, and is an unethical capitalist liberal who's contradictorily only nice to customer service workers, tubbo, and drunk girls in bars. hes been getting wrinkles in his brow bridge from dealing with wilburs bullshit. a momtrepenur. (tubbo, trust guys trust.)
c!wilbur is a ciggarete mom, absent father figure, and probably needs viagra and therapy. his back hurts when its going to rain, he has had several cavities filled and a few that hes been meaning to get fixed. his teeth are yellow and hes worn the same shitty coat that smells like his unwashed ass for twenty fucking years and he dives into bushes whenever he sees his son.
quackity is in his mid 30s and wilbur is in his 40s
Ok but I absolutely love that
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elquacktism · 2 days
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weed smoking rivals
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kuuyooo · 23 hours
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God being a dsmp fan on tiktok Is fucking terrifying because you'll never know if you'll wake up with your whole address leaked to the internet by some kpop fans or literally getting a shit ton of death threats because your a dsmp fan💀
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cyani07 · 4 days
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doodles
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lessonduo · 3 months
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HER WIFE IS HERE
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andhyssops · 8 months
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Your name is Wilbur Soot.
You don't technically have an invitation to this party, but technicalities have never kept you out of Las Nevadas. The air is cool, the night is young, and a hand penned letter is burning a hole in your pocket.
It is not a love letter, but you feel compelled to deliver it in person.
This visual novel contains:
0.5 - 1 hour of gameplay
5 unique endings, based on the course of your conversation
1 psychocompetitive rivalry
0 love letters
[banner art by @cyani07] <3
You can play This Is Not A Love Letter for free here on itch.io!
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fxshbonezz · 5 months
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This is actually the best image ive ever fucking made
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ladyddanger · 7 months
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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.
In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.
When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.
If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.
There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.
On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.
On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.
If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.
An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.
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coconut12999 · 1 year
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somewhere down the line, they attempt to reconcile. just before wilbur leaves to utah. it goes as you would expect.
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paragal · 1 year
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i heard this in their voices
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fernlessbastard · 18 hours
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Wilbur does not know how to play poker, hes begged Q to teach him, Q refuses too because he thinks is its funny
(Q thinks he looks pretty sitting with him at a poker table instead of against him)
Semi related: I think Q has 100% bet a night with Wilbur in a game knowing he was gonna win just to mess with Wilbur a bit
I hear you, I love this, but I also raise you:
Wilbur doesn't know poker, but he knows Quackity
He doesn't win, but he takes Quackity down with him. He knows Q's tells, and while it doesn't always work, cause Quackity's legitimately good at it, often he still manages to tell when the man is bluffing
Wilbur refuses to learn to play, cause then Quackity would be able to do the same to him. They've seen so much of each other, all possible sides, at their most vulnerable and most closed off - bluffing works sometimes, but there's no-one else who knows them as well as they know each other. They are each other's weaknesses.
They'll be playing with like, idk maybe Sam, Foolish, and Fundy, with whom Q usually wins, but then if Wilbur joins them he will actively comment if Q's bluffing or not, just to mess with him. They'll try asking - maybe even bribing him - and he'll either say incorrect tells (cause he loves messing with everyone), or he'll just be like "it's just obvious, idk what to tell you" (cause in all fairness he himself doesn't even know it all that much, it's just intuition)
After a while Quackity learns to trick Wilbur, but the man still manages to read him a good half of the time.
Tldr, yeah, Quackity absolutely prefers it when Wilbur's just his pretty arm candy, cause the alternative is him losing with people he'd normally easily win
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peearrdee · 2 years
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Okay guys who slayed the hardest
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