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is c!dapduo or c!tntduo better for c!quackity🗳️
#confession#hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby#ch: dsmp quackity#mcybtlr votes#group: dapduo#group: tntduo
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EIGHT CATEGORIES?? HELLO??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS ON????
anyway guys you should vote for me in the finale. if i win favourite writer i’m gonna give you snippets for 100 red flags too late. i’m literally gonna do it. c’mon. vote accursed-worm. i’m literally writing the 300k word enemies to friend to lovers tntduo fic. c’mon guys i just want to win one (1) category c’mon. look look i’m even gonna put a snippet here. a show of good faith. bribery. c’mon guys.
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More silence follows his words, and as each heartbeat ticks by, the urge to scream grows stronger. Wilbur wants to take Quackity by the shoulders and shake him. Why are they still playing games? Surely if all parties are in on it, they can drop the bloody act.
But isn't that all he and Quackity are? Liars playing games? All they've ever been to one another?
"...Wilbur." The word is dull, like a hammer hitting the head of a nail. Wilbur tenses as footsteps draw nearer. "I'm really not here to hurt you."
Wilbur's fingers curl deeper into the mattress, teeth sinking down into his tongue.
"Sure, Quackity," he whispers, voice straining in the silence. "Sure. And I'm your vice. You want to lie? Let's tell lies, shall we?" He doesn't look up, panting slightly into his arms even as his words spill forth like vomit. "You brought Tommy. We can be candid about that. That's a fucking—" he chokes, and the sobbing sensation rises up again. He might make a sound, he isn't sure. "...that's a low blow."
#edit: so TURNS OUT a group of my friends went and rigged the survey WITHOUT TELLING ME#election fraud and all that#tntduo#tntblr#tntblr awards
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pov: OOOOO they caught you being gay??? 💥💥💥 imagine tntduo maybe. youre tntduo and these guys know what you are.
wanted to draw these four together because AUUGH i can imagine how silly their bond would be as a bunch of friends being dorks!! i never draw c!aimsey enough either, nor benchtrio, so i thought about how they would be as a friend group in my au!
btw!! theyre all wearing friendship necklaces!
#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dream smp#dream smp fanart#benchtrio#benchtrio fanart#springduo#glowduo#giggleduo#clingyduo#alliumduo#beeduo#aimsey#aimsey fanart#c!aimsey#tommyinnit#tommyinnit fanart#c!tommy#dsmp tommy fanart#tubbo#tubbo fanart#c!tubbo#dsmp tubbo fanart#dsmp aimsey fanart#ranboo#ranboo fanart#c!ranboo#dsmp ranboo fanart#ryemackerel art thing#ryemackerel dsmp healing au
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A group of us on Discord decided we wanted to make a TNTDUO AU Bingo Card! Fanfics and Fanart are allowed! We just want to see some less popular AUs get more love.
There is no prize at all! This is just for fun!
I mean, you could probably brag about completing it first if you wanted too.
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The Brackets!
Here is the first round of matchups for our QSMP Ships Tournament! The first round of voting will start sometime this week. Thank you to everyone who submitted ships! Team Bolas, Hideduo, Guapoduo, and Teaduo were submitted the most, so they got to skip a round.
A little clarification for people who don't know duo/group names(as they were submitted to me):
The Favela Five: The five original Brazilians(Pac, Mike, Forever, Felps, and Cellbit)
Tazercraft: Pac & Mike
Codebreakers: Philza/Etoiles
4Halo: Badboyhalo/Forever
TNTDuo: Wilbur Soot/Quackity
Bobby's family: Jaiden, Roier, & Bobby
Misclick Duo: ElMariana/Charlie Slimecicle
Deathduo: Philza/MissaSinforna
The Egg Triplets: Leonarda, Dapper, & Ramon
Morning Crew: Tubbo, Pac, and Fit
Team Bolas: referring to the platonic grouping of Jaiden, Cellbit, Charlie, Baghera, Philza, Carre, and Foolish
Guapoduo: Cellbit/Roier
Hideduo: FitMC/Pactw
Teaduo: Bagi/TinaKitten
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Do you research what you put in Libertango or does it just come out of your head? Also I’m so obsessed with that universe so much, married royal tntduo my beloved *giggles and kicks my feet*
It's a mix of both!!
You'll probably notice Pogtopia is very obviously Scandinavian inspired: particularly Finnish, with a little bit of Sweden and (Kola) Russia thrown in for spice.
The Yrimi are based on a real life indigenous group in Scandinavia called the Saami (also spelled Sami and Sámi)! I have a special attachment to this part of the Libertango universe because of my ancestry. My family can definitely no longer be considered Saami as we do not participate in the culture and have lost our heritage, because my most recent Saami ancestor was sent to residential schooling in Sweden and erased his culture.
So as follows, the Yrimi culture and language are heavily Saami inspired! I would love to be able to use my ancestral language Skolt Saami as inspiration, but unfortunately, this language is severely endangered, with less than 1,000 speakers in the Skolt/Inari region :( and thus it's very difficult to find information on.
So instead, the Yrimi language is based on the Northern Saami language (or Davvisámegiella). This is easier to find resources for, as it continues to be the lingua-franca of all Saami people, sitting at about 25,000 speakers.
As far as like, technology and history goes, obviously Libertango is set in a fictional 1830s. I've purposefully put myself in 1832 for the beginning of the novel, as it perfectly contains all the technology I want (IVs, trains, widespread steam power, etc) but also all the "historical" feels of the regency era. The fashion and culture of non-Saami pogtopia is meant to be reminiscent of Romanov-Russia. (Oh no, they Alexander Romanov II-ified my Wilbur Soot oh fuck)
I love when people question my technology usage because it gives me the opportunity to infodump! Like did you know the first documented attempt at intravenous medicine was in the 17th century? That's crazy! And wheelchairs have been documented in early forms as far back as 600BC China?
But additionally, some things, like the Northern Lights lore, are partially my own. In real Saami culture, the Northern Lights are the souls of our dead, but the bit about the meaning of the colors of the Lights? Like how the green Lights are "reaching down" to claim another sould? That's my own personal thing. Not rooted in Saami lore, but definitely related to it.
Hmmmmm what else... ah! You can't have my eighth grade hyperfixation on Napoleon and never use it for anything! The whole conflict the novel is centered around is very Napoleonic-wars-era inspired. Especially the bits of scorched earth, the encirclement movements, allowing the enemy to believe they've won before hitting them at full force.
Okay I need to stop no one is gonna read all of this
Thank you for the ask! Infodumping has been completed (for now)
#libertango posting#dsmp fanfic#wilbur soot#authors of tumblr#dsmp fic#dsmp fanart#tntduo#mcyt fanfiction#fanfic#i'm way too into this you can tell#saami#sámi
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fully an idle wondering, but I'd be curious to know how many total signups there were ! if you had that stat on hand to share
(also just want to say as many times as possible since I don't think it can be said enough, thank you for organizing this!! this is super fun :].)
118 signed up total! But two dropped out so 116
Other info:
I mainly grouped people into DSMP adjacent or Hermitcraft adjacent then divided from there to make it more manageable. (The sheets used to divide people were: Dsmp, QSMP, Bursona, TNTduo (yes that was a whole division), Hermitcraft, Life Series, Empires, and Misc.) there were anywhere from 10 to 25 per sheet.
If you have any other questions about the numbers, I’d be happy to answer
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tinall was so good it literally made my friend group get back into tntduo tysm <3
anonnn this is so sweet omg ty <3 tysm for playing I'm so glad I could inject the tntduo insanity back into yall 💗
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C!tntduo is funnier if they’re Just Like That while still in romantic relationships with other people. They’ll go out for brunch and they’ll bring their partners and it somehow ends with Sally, Sapnap, and Karl in a group chat while Wilbur and Quackity are playing mental chess to try and force the other to pay the bill. Quackity goes home and complains about Wilbur being a piece of shit with a wistful look in his eye while sitting on Karl’s lap. Wilbur declares that he’ll be Quackity’s best man at his wedding and two seconds later threatens to kill him. This is all normal.
#they’re platonic soulmates and I’ll stand by that#they’re best friends who want each other dead four days of the week
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you are the sun. you heal, you burn (for tntduo fic thing)
THANK YOU
okay so we've got an interesting dichotomy and a very magical air in this title so i'm definitely thinking something fantastical. fantasy au!
i'm imagining the "you" in this is wil, because he's the character out of both of them who's most likely to be volatile and have a "healing"/"burning" dichotomy.
i see wilbur as some sort of unique type of mob hybrid, a phoenix, with his abilities and species kept secret because of how valuable and identifiable they are.
i don't want any of that hybrid discrimination shit in this universe - most people have some sort of mob trait, and if they don't, they're not seen as inherently better. different species' mingle together happily.
each species comes with it's own unique traits. for example, quackity would be a duck (because of course he is), meaning he's a naturally good swimmer, has a pair of waterproof wings that he can use to fly for long distances, can sense magnetic energy (internal compass), and has a very strong respiratory system.
quackity is an amateur volunteer town guard (not a cop. more like a security guard) who's keeping the peace at the public market. he meets wilbur, who's new in town, and then five minutes later someone's stand goes up in flames out of nowhere.
obviously the guard collects itself and makes sure everyone is safe, but afterwards they start looking for the perpetrator. for some reason, quackity has an odd gut feeling about wilbur (who had vanished at this point) and tracks him down about a week later to interrogate him about it.
wilbur denies any involvement with anything that happened that day, but he says that he's always happy to help the guard. quackity can't tell if he's being a little shit or not but he takes his word for it, and the next time another case of arson happens, he asks wilbur about it, and wilbur very surprisingly is able to help out.
they start working together when there are random cases of petty crime or violence and quackity is sticking his nose in shit that he really shouldn't. guards don't typically investigate, they usually help immediately with emergency situations and try to help keep the townspeople physically safe in the moment.
quackity starts pulling some strings and begins to realize that wilbur is involved in some shit that's a bit deeper than he bargained for, but he wants the help, so he thinks he doesn't have a choice but to stick by him. he's also noticing that wilbur is hiding something (his species) that's making it difficult to trust him.
meanwhile, wilbur is working with an underground crime guild of which he has honorary membership (phil is the leader, techno co-leader lmao) to track down the owner of a remote magical item that could help him ensure his own safety and somehow manipulate his species traits to enable him to use them on others. aka, he'd have the power to heal and bring people back to life.
chaos ensues as they do various bullshit that eventually leads their paths crashing into each other, with quackity investigating wilbur's entire group and getting allies to help him do it and wilbur trying to evade detection while he makes progress on his ~ quest ~.
eventually quackity gets involved in the underground crime scene himself and finds himself very surprisingly in his element, taking his knowledge from a not-so-great hometown and an amazing strategy for several common gambler's games to win as much power as he can to unravel what exactly is making this city tick.
running out of steam but the fic would be long and winding and have LORE that would all culminate in this huge thing at the end with all the characters that have been acquired throughout and the main two would both have to make a big choice (between each other or their dreams). and i would cry
okay that's it sorry it took ages i'm insane and this idea is making me insane!!!
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socketduo (grian and wilbur) >>>> tntduo im sorry guys (no im not)
they’ve interacted like 3 times
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rest in peace technoblade <3 i will miss you forever.
hi! welcome to my blog!
i'm lunelic! (or lune, i dont mind either!)
[I DO NOT support or even remotely like dream or dteam itself. I will not argue with you on this, and I do not want you on my blog. Thanks.]
i consider myself to be a multi-fandom account! meaning i post/reblog things that span across different pieces of media! you may catch me mostly posting about/reblogging things from:
qsmp (lore & some content creators)
doki-doki literature club
the arcana (im a lucio hater)
danganronpa (all games, but mostly dr2)
the amazing digital circus
faith: the unholy trinity
the mandela catalogue
percy jackson & the olympians (will be reblogging tv spoilers)
the bear
stardew valley (i am in love with doctor harvey)
sleep deprived podcast & sdmp
criminal case (yes. the facebook mobile game.)
and although rarely:
your turn to die
my hero academia (anime & manga)
marvel cinematic universe
stanley parable
animal crossing (new horizons)
the office (us)
south park
the group chat podcast
telltale's the walking dead (#1 clouis defender)
ace attorney (trilogy)
detroit: become human
aphmau (mcd & mystreet usually)
superliminal
mortal kombat 1
spider-man adjacent media (itsv/atsv, insomniac games, etc)
(i also like to reblog a bunch of posts from specific medias like, the day that i actually get into them. for example, pride and prejudice 2005 and barbie 2023)
[I will absolutely be spreading awareness posts about the acts of genocide happening in the world. This includes what's going on in Palestine. Zionists are free to leave my blog.]
i do enjoy the occasional liveblog (especially for quackity and slimecicle streams, and i've recently done it more for big events such as the 2024 streamer awards), but i'll sometimes forget to tag them. if you notice me forget about the tag and you want to filter it or something, shoot an ask or message my way and i'll happily do it! 🙏
if you see me thirsting on main, mind your business, i'll get over it. /j
i make die/delete your blog jokes with some close mutuals, and i often joke about killing myself over minor inconviences a lot. if you want me to trigger tag those, i gladly will do so!
[do not interact with my blog if you are in 💐blr. i do not want you here, and i will block you.]
any extra personal information like my pronouns are in my blog description!
this is my ao3!
[i'll only really respond to any kind of anon hate if it's funny, so don't bother lol]
— as for tags, i only have a few custom ones:
• lune's drabbles - little drabbles of writting!
• lune's writing - full fics/one-shots!
• lune oc tag - things about my personal ocs!
• lune's random headcanons - random headcanons i have about dsmp characters!
• lune's mandela catalogue au - my tntduo mandela catalogue au!
• lune's snippets - snippets of fics im working on!
• lune's writing again - little shitposts i make about my fics!
• lune cc notices - self explanatory, but just something i made for myself!
#pinned#lune's drabbles#lune's writing#lune oc tag#lune's random headcanons#lune's mandela catalogue au#lune's snippets#lune's writing again#lune cc notices#finally made a proper pinned post lol
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Burning Iron and Honey Sweet Promises: Chapter One
Fae AU. Tntduo.
Wilbur is a witch born in a village of fae hunters. One day, his father and brother brings back the Unseelie King.
Eight of Swords. The Tower. Death.
Past. Present. Future.
A simple three card tarot spread.
One of the more common and well-known tarot card spreads.
His past – the Eight of Swords. A tarot card that embodied restriction, imprisonment. Being trapped between a rock and a hard place, with no resolution available. It could mean anything from an unfulfilling job to an abusive and toxic relationship. While it wasn’t always a good card, in the past position it made Wilbur feel at least a little settled. All of that was his past, he no longer needed to be worried about it.
His present – The Tower. A tarot card that symbolized the unexpected, upheaval, massive change, destruction, and chaos. It could mean anything from financial or relationship problems, to natural disasters and death. Now, The Tower could also have positive meanings – it wasn’t all pain and turmoil. It could technically also be a card of spiritual awakening or revelation. Wilbur doubted it.
His future – Death. A tarot card that represented change, transitions, transformations, and endings. The Death card symbolized getting rid of that which no longer served you, clearing away limiting factors to door to a more satisfying experience of life. However, literal death wasn’t completely off the table, and with the cards he had laid out in front of him, Wilbur wasn’t ruling out any of the possibilities when The Tower was involved.
Wilbur hadn’t been given the opportunity to ruminant on the cards for very long, as he heard commotion from outside his house. He tried to gather up his cards, but his peace was disturbed by a loud bang as his door slammed open, followed by thundering footsteps. Technoblade, his brother, through open the kitchen door, covered in blood of red and gold, clearly injured.
“Lapis, get your cloak and mask on! Now” Techno snapped.
Wilbur frowned, “Your injuries—”
“Now!”
Before Wilbur could reply or continue what he had wanted to say, Technoblade quickly reached for Wilbur’s cloak on the other side of the kitchen bench. Wilbur sighed and pulled up his face scarf before he secured his mask over his eyes. He had always hated the masks his father forced him to wear – they had a thin fabric that obscured his eyes, but frustrated Wilbur to no end. He could still see, but everything was slightly tinted. Technoblade tossed the cloak around his shoulders and fastened it, while Wilbur replaced his gloves. As soon as Technoblade stepped back, Wilbur knew he had turned into a simple blob of brown and tans, nothing of interest.
“Can I tend to your wounds now, Gold?” Wilbur asked his brother with venom laced words.
“Keep quiet, Lapis!” Techno hissed, a slight edge to his tone.
Wilbur rolled his eyes at that and went to retort, but he was once again interrupted – this time by a screech. Multiple people yelled and called out as something screeched and hissed at them. This was accompanied by the sound of crashes and metal as it clanked against other metal, furious and frenzied. Technoblade immediately pushed Wilbur behind him and drew his sword as the sounds pulled closer and closer. But the sounds weren’t coming from inside the house, instead it came from the kitchen window. So, in all his curiosity and concern, Wilbur rushed forward to the window to take a peek.
In that moment Wilbur finally understood what people meant when they said the fae were inhumanely beautiful.
Phil was accompanied by a group of men – nearly every hunter in the village – and each of them held onto a separate chain that connected to their prisoner. The fae was bound by its wrist and ankles with fic metal cuffs, which rendered its long, red coated talons unless. its wings of black, gray, and white feathers were tied with chains. They even had a collar sat heavy on its neck, which showed signs of burning where it touched the fae’s skin. All tools of cold iron Wilbur had blessed the last new moon. A cloth gag had been shoved into its mouth, tied tightly around its head, and Wilbur was almost certain a rock or knot had been added to make the gag more effective.
The fae struggled despite the heavy bonds and deadly weapons that surrounded it. It glared defiantly into the eyes of the hunters around it with the eye that wasn’t covered by golden blood. It was almost impressive, how much effort it forced the hunters to use, even though it clearly should have suffered from iron sickness at that point. When it settled his gaze on Wilbur, the witch felt himself freeze under that stare. But Technoblade finally caught up with Wilbur and pulled him back, away from the window and the fae’s sight.
“What were you thinking?!” Technoblade snapped.
Wilbur glared at him, despite his brother being unable to see it, “What I was thinking was that you were murdering some kind of animal out there! What the fuck are you doing? Why is there a fae in our village? And why aren’t you at the healers?”
“The healers are busy right now – I’m not the only one who was injured, I’m just the one who isn’t dying,” Technoblade explained with a sigh, “And that fae is the key to saving everyone.”
“What do you mean ‘the key to saving everyone’? Because from my vantage point, it looked kind of murderous— sit down. If you’re not going to the healer, then I will do it” Wilbur said as he rummaged through the healing supplies, “At least I know where mom is now. I thought the ritual preparations were taking too long.”
“Right, the new moon isn’t too far away. We really need more supplies after that whole fight” Technoblade hissed as Wilbur disinfected a cut on his face.
“How powerful was this thing?” Wilbur said as he grabbed one of the salves.
Before Technoblade could answer that question, they both heard the sound of the front door opening. His brother jolted, moved to his feet immediately to stand at attention, which caused Wilbur to give him an unseen eye roll as his father walked into home. He looked disheveled, coated in red and gold, with clothes torn to shreds. He gave Technoblade a gesture, and the latter fell at ease back into his seat, which Wilbur took as permission to keep treatment. Phil glanced around the room with a frown.
“Where is your mother?” Phil asked.
Wilbur sighed, “Busy at the healers, by the looks of things. What is going on?”
“We captured the Unseelie King.”
Wilbur nearly dropped what he was holding, “That was the King of the Unseelie Court? Are you insane?!”
“This is the opportunity of a lifetime – with the Unseelie King at our mercy we can potentially save humanity from the threat of fae forever. No one will have to live in fear anymore” Phil explained.
“How exactly did you get to that conclusion?” Wilbur questioned.
“We can make a deal of some kind. Force their hand so they can’t leave their realm or stop them from being able to harm anyone” Phil continued.
“Is this a good idea?” Wilbur asked his cards as he shuffled the deck.
“Lapis—”
“Oh, that’s a big yikes right there” Wilbur held up the card he had drawn, “Ten of Swords.”
Phil dropped his weapons down with a loud thud, “Lapis!”
And the room fell into a tense silence.
“Sorry,” Wilbur muttered after a moment.
“Gold and I will handle anything related to the Unseelie King” Phil sat down at the bench, “No real names, we don’t know how good its hearing is and we can’t risk it. That means no removing the cloak and mask unless absolutely necessary. No going anywhere near the cellar.”
“What about the new moon ritual?” Wilbur asked.
Phil sighed, “You wear a cloak to the ritual circle and back. A heavy one. Fae can sense magical energy; we’re not giving any of them the chance to get a feel of yours. No going anywhere near the cellar.”
“Oh, of course,” Wilbur gathered his cards, “Stay away from the fae.”
The cellar doors were cold iron, heavily bound by iron chains. Around it was a line of black salt, highly protective salt that could only be made by witches. Above the doors were bundles of primroses, rowan wood twigs, and a St. John’s wort. There wasn’t any way a fae could enter or leave the cellar. The iron would burn their fingers, and the salt would stop and magic or enchantments, so they couldn’t use that to open the door. The other items also worked, but in between the iron and salt, Wilbur thought they were just a touch excessive.
The Devil. The Tower. Ten of Swords.
Those were the cards that had forced Wilbur to stand before the cellar door in the middle of the night. Three cards that had answered the question “what would happen if the Unseelie King died?” in the most terrifying way possible. So, there he was, a stolen key in one hand, an unlit lantern in the other, with a bag of salves, balms, tonics and food slung over his shoulder. All because he knew he couldn’t let the fae fall to his injuries.
The cellar door didn’t creek when it opened – a sign that it had been well maintained. Despite the fact that it worked in his favor, Wilbur could help but think that it would have been better if Phil had let the doors develop a creek. It would’ve made it even harder for the fae to be sneaky. It didn’t matter, because that wasn’t the hard part. The witch descended the ladder, slowly and carefully, too afraid to light the lantern where it could be seen by one of the other hunters. When he reached the bottom, he finally lit the lantern before he unlocked the last two doors that separated him from the King of the Unseelie Court.
The King of the Unseelie Court made an unsettling, yet beautiful sight.
A large cage stood proud in the center of the room; a ring of salt made a boundary line around it. The Unseelie King was chained up inside the cage, its hands bound above its head with only the slightest bit of slack in the chains. An iron collar attached its throat to the bottom of the cage, along with chains around its ankles. Its wings were no longer bound, but the bottom feather looked hacked – someone had clipped them. In the flickering lantern light, with the gold and red blood that coated its skin, it looked feral yet ethereal. It stared directly at Wilbur, one eye shut from the blood, but no less intimidating.
There was no mistaking what court it ruled over. The fae was donned in a bright crimson undershirt, with poet sleeves, and a lacy black vest that still looked nice despite the tears. It had sleek black pants tucked into black boots, and it was covered head to toe in damaged red and purple crystals. It wore no crown, but it was obvious to anyone who looked at it that they gazed upon the King of the Unseelie Court. There was just something in the way that it carried itself that, in the way it looked at you, that made it clear you were beneath it.
The witch stood frozen under his gaze, keenly aware of just how many rules he had broken in that moment. Keenly aware of just how many more rules he was about to break. Wilbur took a deep breath, then slowly made his way closer to the fae. He would be fine, with the cloak, mask, and gloves, not a single sliver of skin was showing. The Unseelie fae wouldn’t have much leverage on Wilbur and wouldn’t be able to gain anyway. So long as kept the rules in mind all the rules of fae etiquette, even the King of the Unseelie Court wouldn’t be able to do anything.
As soon as he stood outside of the salt ring, Wilbur felt himself once again frozen in place. Slowly, he unlocked the cage door with the key, eyes trained on the fae in front of him at all times. The fae watched as well, him with its head slightly tilted like a curious bird. Not that he couldn’t blame the Unseelie fae, he must have made quite the confusing sight all things considered. With only a slight shake in his hands, he slowly reached up to the gag.
“If I remove this gag, you won’t yell or scream or try any enchantments, alright?” Wilbur whispered, “No funny business. Deal?”
The fae huffed out a breath through its nose but nodded.
The air shifted, and Wilbur cringed when he realized what that funny sensation that settled over him was – he had just made a deal.
Wilbur removed the gag and the fae immediately spat, “Ugh. Do you wash your gags? That shit is disgusting!”
“Look, I’m going to heal you, so just keep still” Wilbur asked.
The fae leaned forward slightly, “Oh? Heal me? Let me guess, you want me in tip-top shape before you torture me? Just know that things probably won’t turn out well for you.”
“What? No, no one is torturing you or whatever the fuck you think is going on” Wilbur settled the lantern down, before he rummaged through his supplies.
“Right, right. You’re just a hunter looking out for me because of your sense of altruism” The Unseelie King laughed without humor and looked away.
Wilbur ignored that comment and, with great reluctance, removed his gloves. Afterwards, he dipped a rag in a container he had filled with a mixture of water and vinegar to clean and disinfect the fae’s wounds. He rinsed out the rag of excess liquid, before he started with the fae’s face. The Unseelie King remained silent and unflinching throughout the ordeal, and Wilbur tried not to fidget unnecessarily under its unflinching stare. When he finished with the fae’s face, Wilbur’s face warmed as he realized he would have to undo the fae’s shirt to reach the rest of his injuries.
“Something wrong, healer?” The fae smirked.
“No, nothing” Wilbur rushed out as he raised his hands to proceed, “Just lost in thought.”
“Oh, really?” The fae asked with a suggestive tone, “While looking at my chest?”
“Not like that! This is just… kind of unfamiliar territory for me” Wilbur admitted.
The fae leaned back slightly, “I thought you were a healer?”
“I am! I mean… I just usually only heal my brother… and occasionally my father. This is different” Wilbur explained.
The fae was silent after that, but Wilbur felt the way he stared directly into his soul. He ignored it, the witch had one task, and he would finish it sooner if he stopped conversing with the fae. When he finally finished cleaning the fae’s wounds, he returned to his satchel and browsed through the salves until he found the one he needed. With a little victorious hum, he opened the jar and began to apply the salve to the fae’s wounds.
As soon as his fingers touched the fae’s chest, Wilbur felt something rush through him. A warm and pleasant sensation, that slowly traveled from his fingertips to his arms to his chest. At first Wilbur thought that perhaps the fae had decided to cast his own magic on the witch, but he quickly ruled that out. The feeling didn’t really do anything or make him feel anything other than warm. So, Wilbur chalked it up to the fact that previously the only people he had touched in such a way had been his brother and father. Of course he’d be weird about treating a fae.
“You’re Emerald’s child, aren’t you?”
Wilbur looked up at the fae, “What?”
“You’re Emerald’s child. I noticed you in the window earlier” the fae explained, “I was confused when I saw you at first, then I thought if you were a healer, you were just making a house call. But now I know you’re his son.”
“I have food” Wilbur started as panic began to set in, “And if you want a single bite of it, you have to swear that you will not tell anyone that this happened. You won’t tell anyone I snuck down here. You won’t tell anyone I healed you. You won’t tell anyone I talked to you. And you won’t tell anyone I fed you. Understood?”
“I’ll accept your deal” the fae answered after it mused on it for a bit.
Power settled over Wilbur once more and he sighed, “Good.”
“You’re gentle.”
At Wilbur’s confused hum the fae elaborated, “Your hands are gentle. I hadn’t been expecting that.”
“Oh. Is it bad?” Wilbur asked.
“It’s nice…” the fae sighed.
“Good, that’s good” Wilbur returned to the injury on the fae’s face, “Now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to save your eye.”
“Yeah, I had little hope for that one – one of the hunter’s blessed weapons got me there” the fae slightly leaned into Wilbur’s touch.
Wilbur’s stomach dropped a little, “Which one?”
“I didn’t really notice; I was busy fighting for my life” the fae answered.
Wilbur frowned at that. He wasn’t sure where the sudden pit of guilt inside him had come from, he knew what the weapons he and his mother blessed were for. But to see the results of something that he might have created left a sense of shame and horror. The witch tried to reassure himself as he continued his treatment – the fae were evil, and a little scarring was nothing compared to all the pain and anguish they had caused humanity for centuries. That line of thinking didn’t make it better, though.
Wilbur stepped back when he finished, “I can’t bandage your face without giving everything away, but I can bandage your chest, alright?”
“That should be fine” the fae sighed, “So, what do I call you?”
“I thought I said no funny business” Wilbur commented as he fetched the bandages from his bag.
“I’m not asking for your True Name; I’m asking for your hunter’s alias. I’m assuming everyone in this village has one, since they’re dedicated to the extermination of my kind” the fae shifted so that Wilbur would actually be able to wrap bandages around him, “You’re clearly taking a risk for me. It feels rude to just call you ‘healer’, as if you’re nothing more than that.”
Wilbur paused at that, “Lapis Lazuli. Lapis for short.”
“Lapis. Pretty name” the fae commented, “You can call me Q.”
“Q?”
“A nickname of sorts – a half-fae I know started calling me ‘Big Q’ and it kind of stuck” Q explained, “What pronouns do you use?”
“Pardon?”
“Pronouns – he/him? She/her? They/them? Some combination? Come on, I don’t feel like being a dick to the only person willing to heal me.”
“Oh” Wilbur tried to remember if there was any reason why he shouldn’t reveal that to the fae, “He/him I guess…”
“Alright, same” The Unseelie fae hummed.
Wilbur felt confused. All his life, his father had kept him far away from the fae – for good reason. They were dangerous creatures, and there was no better prize to a fae than a hunter's child. Whether to keep as some kind of sick trophy, or to force into a lifetime of servitude, the fae had a record of seeking out the children of fae hunters more than any other group. Yet Wilbur managed to hold a civil conversation with one, and had touched one without falling to harm. The fae even wanted to go out of its… out of his way to show Wilbur respect, as an acknowledgement of his effort. It went against so much of what the witch had been taught.
“I’m going to be honest, I couldn’t get much in terms of food – it would be too noticeable if suddenly an entire meal worth of food went missing – but I tried to get stuff I heard fae made deals for” Wilbur pulled a jar of different fruits, “I heard fae liked sweet things and fruit.”
“Some fae do. Honey is best, but for fae based on certain animal species fruit can work'' Q explained.
Wilbur looked up at him, “Are you one of them?”
“Anything is better than starving to death” Q replied.
“So that’s a no” Wilbur frowned, though the other couldn’t see.
“I’m a shrike fae – a fae based on a carnivorous species of songbird. But I can eat fruit, and it will provide me with more strength than starving would” Q countered.
Wilbur nodded, “Right. Except that carnivorous fae tend to get stronger from blood, and in order to feed you I’m going to have to put my fingers right in front of your mouth.”
“I won’t bite you” Q said, “At least, not without your permission.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Wilbur backed up a bit, wishing he had brought more than just his boline down with him.
But the fae just laughed a little, “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to add a loophole. I was trying to be flirty. Guess I should have realized it could’ve been taken as a threat.”
“And why would you want to flirt with me?” Wilbur continued.
Check. Mate. The fae could try to use his words to endear himself to Wilbur, but the witch wasn’t fooled. He wasn’t going to free the Unseelie King just because of one flirty remark. And now Q would either admit it or remain silent and refuse to acknowledge the question. Regardless of what he did, Wilbur would be proven right. Maybe he could even use the fact that the fae had tried to manipulate him against him. It could make for some decent leverage.
“You’re fearless” Q started, “Not many people who know as much about the fae as you do would say half the shit you have to a king. You’re kind and gentle. You’re the only one here who hasn’t treated me like a thing. But maybe it’s just the blood loss and iron sickness making me think that flirting is appropriate.”
That hadn’t been what Wilbur had expected. Worse, Wilbur hadn’t predicted that the Q’s words would resonate with him. Still, that didn’t mean anything – fae were well known for how they played with the truth, unable to lie but masters of deception. He didn’t mention that the flirtation had been anything more than just flirting, but that didn’t mean the witch should accept that at face value. Especially when the fae he spoke to was a member of the Unseelie Court. They were far less honorable and far more devious than Seelie fae.
“I’m telling you now, I’m not going to fall for this. I’m not freeing you, you’re not getting out of here” Wilbur snapped.
The fae paused, head cocked and eye bearing right into Wilbur, “Do you think that I am tricking you because I am a fae? Or is it because you can’t imagine I’d be interested in you beyond how you could serve me?”
Wilbur huffed and pulled out an apple slice before he shoved it in front Q’s face. The smile the Unseelie fae gave him was full of haughty amusement, but he refrained from commenting. Instead, he opened his mouth and slowly leaned forward to bite into the apple. The witch realized rather quick that the fae intentionally took slow, small bites out of each piece of fruit. Though he didn’t know if it was because the fae just wanted to draw it out, or if he just wanted to mess with Wilbur a bit. Every time Q’s lips brushed against Wilbur’s fingers, he felt the same warmth return, though it felt slightly more intense.
“That’s the last of the fruit” Wilbur looked away from the fae, “I have an elixir for you to drink as well, then I’ll leave.”
Q nodded, “Alright.”
The witch opened the bottle of medical elixir and raised the bottle to the Unseelie King’s lips. Wilbur tried to keep the bottle from spilling the drink all over the fae, but other than that he just wanted to finish up so he could leave the cellar and never have to think about the fae ever again. The longer he lingered, the higher the chance of him getting caught. As terrified as he was of the fae, Wilbur knew his life would be over if his father caught him anywhere near the cellar, let alone inside and talking with the fae.
As soon as Wilbur was certain he had done everything he could to keep the fae alive – at least through the night – the witch left the cellar and the fae inside.
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I see you need nice messages about Glass so here are some of my favorite parts of the fic: Your writing of Rocketduo is so good, they are often ignored in sbi/crimeduo-fics so I love how you incorporate them in most of your stories. They’re done so well too, they have real personalities and aren’t just there for the sake of namedropping or random background characters. I especially like how they defend Wilbur in the most recent chapter, they’ve spent so much time with him and despite him being an asshole to them earlier they really could be considered his friends at this point.
The way you’re writing Charlie makes me laugh. You’ve given him the perfect amount of weird and unsettling mixed with competence. Yes, he will ask to see your teeth and ask if you’ll get him bones. No, he will not be bribed. Quackity is great as well. He’s only appeared once but he has this gravitas about him that I can’t describe. We don’t know much about his character, but he is willing to work with the terrorist group under his casino, and that says a lot about a man. I love TNTduo interactions, and you really nailed it. The Pythia’s Prophecy was so funny, and then it was so clever to have them get Wilbur’s fingerprints from it. No way I could have guessed that was the reason Tommy brought him up there.
And the hypocrisy from Wilbur and slow realization from the group of his trauma is so wonderfully written. The flashback’s from the recent chapter did so much for his character, they were such great additions. I can’t wait to see how this all plays out, especially with how the group seems split in two. Don’t listen to the people who don’t understand your story, you’re doing a great job and there are so many people who love your work. I hope you have a better rest of the day 😊
god this ask just made me smile so much I even told my mom about it because I'm sitting with her rn so tysm!!
I'm so glad you like how I write rocketduo. I LOVE c!rocketduo so much and their dynamic was part of what compelled me to even make an mcyt blog in the first place. i love niki and jack so much (cc's and c's both) and their c! dynamic is so underrated. I love including them whenever I can, especially because it gives a unique switch up from the usual sbi + beeduo mix you usually get in sbi fics. also I just adore both of them as individual characters, so I try to keep them as accurate to their characterization as possible (while of course altering them for the specific au) bc again, they're so underrated. I'm having a great time with them in glass and I have plans to highlight them more as the story goes on!
charlie!! I have so much fun writing him. sometimes I worry I'm writing him too weirdly, but then I think about it and i'm like no... charlie slimecicle would want me to write him like this dsklfjdk. but I'm trying not to fall into the stereotype of infantilizing him either bc it definitely bugs me when people do that in fics. he's a really interesting and wacky character and I love just seeing what wild shit I can make him say. he's a great breath of comedic relief in glass for sure.
quackity my beloved. I love writing quackity so much you have no idea, especially his interactions with wilbur. c!tntduo is one of the best character dynamics on the server (besides c!crime of course) so I have a great time spotlighting them whenever I can, and I love how I've written him in glass so far. I'm really excited to show more of him as the fic goes on :D he's definitely an interesting character to show glimpses of
the pythia's prophecy was something i came up with off the top of my head and i was so proud of it lmao
the flashbacks in the most recent chapter were actually eli birdfeet's suggestions so shoutout to them for that! they gave me the idea in our dms and i was like holy shit you're a genius and i'm thrilled with how it turned out. the way things develop from here is definitely going to be very interesting :)
tysm for this again I'm already having a better day thanks to all of you guys pouring in with your kind words <33
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Referring to the war between tntduo fans and that other pair *cough* crimeboys fans *cough* you're absolutely right. I've noticed it for a while now that they're both sides of the same coin. Both fans use the same talking points, although it's def more valid for tnt fans bc the content they're criticizing includes a relationship that has been skewed into inappropriate territory under the label of 'platonic'. Still, the argument is the same over and over, a crimeboys writer/artist gets called out, there's infighting within the subtwt, then tnttwt gets on their ass, and vice versa. This is definitely attributed to the fact that both subtwts feel threatened by the other, bc they don't want to share wilbur bc of their respective duos.
Yeah, the slap-fight generally plays out that tntduo are too horny and ‘crimeboys’ are too incesty / (literally) infantilising and they routinely get angry at each other. They both have a point to at least some degree but them blatantly wishing the other subtwt away doesn’t tend to come from pure moral concern. I think a lot of subtwts hate sharing a website with each other because of how easily and often they see each other, big part of twitter.
(The other wilbur pair is tombur ‘crimeboys’ and the people who are not used to / don’t want to share the idea of Wilbur's one-and-only not being Tommy.)
I really value the separate-ness of the tumblr space, I think it keeps a lot of people sane. Visibility is lower on tumblr so lurking ‘main’ is harder to pull off, which I think is better for everybody. Respect to everyone who isn’t so uptight-- When I’m talking about main, I often mean twitter because just the social practices around how people act are fairly unique to the way that website is designed.
When I first went into this fandom I was kind of doing it from a people-watching angle-- I could tell immediately that the social shell that had formed to half-control cc and fan groups was really strange and unstable. I still keep a finger on what happens on twitter-main since lurking is easy and blowups there are most likely to affect ccs, so I tend to overlook tumblr sometimes (ironically.)
Party on tungle dot com,
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