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bugflies00 · 3 days

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the thing about fostering au cfundy is that when he has his rebellious teen phase and rejects his dad and tries to be as furthest away from him as he can, that's what he starts to resemble him the most.

when he's about 13-14, cfundy's relationship with cwil starts to strain, which is pretty normal for a teenager. he really embraces the emo angsty teen thing. he's frustrated with how cwilbur still seems to see him as a little kid, despite being a teenager, he's jealous of his newborn little sister (tallulah) getting all the attention, he's sick of the dysphoria and misgendering he deals with every day (he's out to his family and they're fully supportive but he's not on HRT yet), and he's also got anxiety and is prone to depressive episodes . just like Someone.

except the thing is he's still young and few teens want to talk about that stuff with their parents, so he doesn't realise that wilbur Would be able to relate and to help because he went through some of that. instead he just bottles it all up and resents his dad (big q is on thin ice but mostly fine, in fact like the little shit he is cfundy makes a point to show favouritism to cq . petty syndrome runs in the family) and straightens his hair so it's not curly like his, dresses all in black and listens to emo music except it . Doesnt work.

cause this poor kid has no clue that cwilbur WAS emo back in the day (in the 2000s too....) so when he hears his kid blast out his music really fucking loud in his room and slam the door he doesnt get upset at all, he gets really excited and shoves his head in the room like Omg you listen to them too!!! :D i have their old CDs if you want. 😭 Mission Disappointing Your Dad : Failed by fundy soot.

what does work is when he straightens his hair, cause originally wilburs like Oh are you straightening it to look emo (he himself did that Once in high school and realised he wasnt pushing it that far because straight hair Did Not suit him) and while that Was half the reason fundy did it, he shouts back that it was just to look nothing like him. And wilburs like Oh 😟 and they don't really talk for a while after that.

its really complicated because fundy's lashing out because he's got all these big emotions that he's grappling with in addition to regular puberty And the fact that puberty sucks x1000 when you're trans, and also because he Does feel rejected by wilbur and rejects him back in like. self defense i guess. even though on wilbur's end it's Being Overwhelmed with Having A Newborn that makes him unintentionally neglect fundy, its never anything malicious. but it still sucks for fundy.

and the worst thing is that when fundy tries to do something about it, to be mean and separate himself from his dad, he ends up following in his footsteps. some of it is lighthearted, like the emo thing, some of it less so. when quackity sees fundy come back home high for the first time, the only thing he can think is just how much fundy looks like his dad used to.

they're both ball of nerves who are prone to falling in depressive slumps and pushing everyone away by being mean, so they come off as like. The Unstable One even though they Hate it.

(tw discussion of SH after this!!)

the tension keeps building for a While, and it sucks for everyone because wilbur tries to reach out to his son but he has no idea whats wrong (to be fair hes a bit clueless too), and fundy pushes his dad away more and more and falls into more of a mental health pit in those middle/high school years, to the point where he resorts to self harm.

it all comes to a halt when wilbur finds the blades in the bathroom drawer and absolutely loses his mind. he goes into complete panic mode and barges into fundys room and starts frantically asking if he was hurting himself and fundys just kinda sat there frozen before bursting out sobbing.

its definitely not the way he shouldve confronted him about it, but for wilbur, who struggled with self harm for over two decades, having his son "end up like him" was his absolute nightmare. he spent so long shutting everyone out and bottling it all in especially from tommy and fundy because the one thing he wanted above all else was for their childhoods and lives to be nothing like his. and so to see fundy shut him out and be depressed and hurt himself? just like he did? and he didn't even notice? he's never felt like this much of a failure.

it does get better after that. wilbur has a looooooong talk with his son, which includes talking about things that he never intended for him to know but he realises the only way to help him is to treat him like he's not a little kid, like he can handle these topics, and most importantly so he knows that like . he Does get it . it's still strained cause they're both still bottling shit up but now that wilbur realises fundy was hurting so much he's determined not to let it happen again.

idk i just. something about trying to run away from your parent and everything they represent and yet finding yourself exactly like them. they're parallels in the worst way possible sometimes

#alex.rambles.txt #c!fundy #c!wilbur #mcyt #the fostering au #tw self harm #cw self harm

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anonymous-dentist · 3 months

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I've gotta actually feel bad for the helpful members of the wiki team because they all know that their wiki is god awful for any kind of accurate information. It got to the point in December where they'd stream working on the wiki to prove that it's a totally legitimate service but like. Also it's objectively terrible! Any website trying to gather and consolidate information should focus on, you know, having accurate information before trying to make it big via connections with the Quackity Studio Team and with ccs.

Like, did you know that the wiki supposedly has a podcast going with ccs to talk about Lore And Stuff? With a whole One Single Episode? And then there's them reaching out to streamer mods to ask about boundaries to put on the wiki that's a whole Problem in itself, and the wiki team repeatedly sending weird unfunny donos to Fit and "jokingly" heckling him and Tubbo and Phil and whatever cc they feel that they can "banter" with despite not knowing these people whatsoever and despite the ccs really just not giving a shit about the wiki anymore. Like, I don't think a single cc outside of the one dude that did the podcast with the wiki team has mentioned the wiki in any substantial way since November when Cellbit called the wiki and its members out for messing with both his and Richarlyson's pages- without citation or reason- to add the family dynamic.

But then the team has its connections within the Quackity Studios team itself, and that's how it gets some of its information about the server itself. And that's admirable in its own way, I guess, but the way certain members of the wiki team act really just makes it seem like they're trying to nepotism their way(s) into making it big and/or make it onto the Q Studios team itself.

And the thing is? There are people on the team who at least seem to genuinely want to make the wiki a useful tool again. They know that they have problems, but things are rarely ever fixed because whether or not it's fixed depends heavily on which admin is online when you @ them on Twitter or dm them. In my own experience, I've been ghosted for over 12 hours before a different admin got online and answered me, and then a third different admin got back to me after that. The first time I dmed them, two different admins dmed me, and their responses were entirely different. One was helpful, the other just kinda brushed off my concerns entirely.

Going through the wiki's twitter account, you can see exactly where the wiki's priorities lie, because the majority of the account is non-stop retweeting of (very good!!) fanart of the English-speaking ccs, primarily Philza and the "Death Family", as they call Phil and Missa and Tallulah and Chayanne and Wilbur. Sometimes it's Fit instead. Very rarely will you find any retweeted art of the Brazilian or Hispanic ccs outside of the occasional Guapoduo/Spiderbit fanart, and there's very rarely French fanart retweeted. I've never seen fanart of the Hispanic ccs retweeted. I don't think I've seen fanart of a single female cc retweeted ever from any language. When art of the Death Family is retweeted, it rarely contains Missa; it's mostly all just Phil fanart, which just really shows the bias going on because you know which wiki admin is behind all this. They're the same one who donates to Fit every day and tries bantering with the ccs and tried applying to Purgatory and... yeah.

Oh, and the wiki's One Certain Admin will just come out and tweet that something is canon without it being canon. Take their tweet from what I think was the second day of Purgatory, aka when Baghera and Cellbit jokingly called Phil "dad" out of character, and when that One Certain Admin tweeted (this is paraphrased, btw), "So the found family is canon now! Let's put it on the wiki!"

And when the wiki's account will retweet other things that aren't canon, like calling the Prison Ghost "the Ghost of q!Cellbit" on the first day of prison without waiting for confirmation.

And it's HORRIBLE because I know that there are "good" wiki admins on the team! They can be very helpful! They're so willing to work with Tumblr and our complaints that they listened to me when I recommended they make a Tumblr account so we can have open communication with them rather than have everything depend on the Twitter community, and they're working on the account and putting a little team together for it as of last week when we last corresponded.

It's just that. The wiki sucks. It's a mess of disinformation and headcanons with no citations and no protections against disinformation. They could lock down certain pages until things are cleared up. They could appoint only certain people to be able to work on character pages to ensure fact-checking and citing.

They could do anything, but they won't because information isn't the wiki's priority anymore. It's starting to become clear that the point of the wiki is to be the wiki with no actual work put into being the wiki. And it's sad, because the wiki used to be actually useful for so long. But, at some point, it stopped being reliable, and you can see the public starting to realize it starting in November when the wiki account started trying to do literal damage control streams to show that the wiki is reliable, and then there's now when ccs who used to reference the wiki all the time rarely do so because they know that it isn't an actual source of information anymore.

Imagine that.

#as someone who does academic research for fun #who almost has a degree in historical research. who is probably going into law.#the lack of actual citations on that website HURTS

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scoutpologist · 9 months

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Can we talk abt how they plan dates for each other bc I think c!q would try to go all out for c!will and plan more expensive dates but Wilbrs would be more personal

OH MY GOD OKAY YOU'RE SO RIGHT YOU'RE SO RIGHT. EXPLODES

c!q is a very materialistic person. i don't mean that he prizes material wealth over anything else, but rather that being physically comfortable is very important to him. he really cares about sensory pleasure and getting to experience the finer things in life. he enjoys grandness!!

on the other hand, c!wilbur is the opposite. he feels most himself when everything has personal significance to him, when everything has it's own special place in his heart, either because he worked hard to make it or because the person who gave it to him was special. he's not interested in material value of his objects, just how meaningful they are. he's much more cosy!!

i have no doubt this would be a bit of a problem early on. if quackity is constantly making gestures with material wealth like gifts and expensive dates, wilbur could view that as quackity trying to change him or guilt him into something. if wilbur is constantly trying to connect solely through quality time, quackity might think wilbur doesn't actually care about him and is lying about wanting to be in a relationship. these aren't very rational things to think, but they're very reactive people with hair-trigger tempers and a lot of paranoia. this could easily be solved with a decent conversation, though, which i assume would happen, because wilbur would freak if quackity tried to imply he wasn't serious about a relationship, and would probably end up explaining himself. quackity might react worse to what wilbur could think, though.

after that inevitable conversation, though, they'd probably accommodate each others love languages extremely well. i can see quackity making a piece of jewelry from scratch for wilbur with very high quality metal, with important symbolism, or wilbur planning a really nice vacation or night out but adding a sentimental touch (like a meaningful location). i also imagine they'd both like more private dates, although wilbur would probably not shut the fuck up about quackity and the fact he's dating him. they could have been such a power couple. screaming

#ask #Anonymous #tntduo #wilbur soot #quackity #dsmp

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alexanderwesker · 1 month

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Notice: To avoid AI scrapping the fic can be read only if you have an AO3 account. Sorry 'bout that.

Chapter: 69/82

Story Title: The House Always Wins

Chapter Title: Uneasy Truce

Chapter Summary: Q doesn't trust his new ally, and doesn't want to trust him either. But he has to at least get used to talk to him without wanting to strangle the life out of him, if they are to fight the ghost of Schlatt together.

Warnings for this chapter: Blood; Mentions of the Sky Gods' Madness;

Rating: Mature

Category: Gen

Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game); Video Blogging RPF; Dream SMP

Relationships: Quackity & c!Quackity; Quackity &Wilbur Soot; Quackity & Charlie Dalgesh; Quackity & Awesamdude; Quackity & TommyInnit; Foolish Gamers & Quackity; TommyInnit&c!Tommy

Characters: Quackity; c!Quackity; Wilbur Soot; Charlie Dalgesh; Awesamdude; TommyInnit, Foolish Gamers

Additional Tags: Insanity, Alternative Universe – Canon Divergence; Villain Quackity: (Technically); Quackity in Not a Villain; Morally Ambiguous Quackity; Quackity is Not Okay; Dimension Travel; CC!Quackity ends up in the DSMP Universe; Headcanon Galore; My head-canons about the DSMP Characters; Realistic Minecraft; Permadeath AU; Las Nevadas on the DSMP; Paranoia; Panic Attacks; Mentions of Abuse; Canon-Typical Violence; Mentions of Torture(the situation with Dream);Wilbur Soot &TommyInnit are Siblings; Bantering; Politics; CC!Quackity is Scared but that is Fair; Quackity needs a Hug; both of them do; Sam is a Anthropomorphic Creeper; Misunderstandings; Wilbur Soot is Not Okay; Flirting; Tntduo; TNT Trio; (technically); That awkward moment when your character is in a borderline romantic relationship; with your friend’s character; Protective Quackity;(both of them); Scared TommyInnit; Traumatized TommyInnit; Quackity is one of Tommy’s Brotherly Figures; Possessive Behaviour; Obsessive Behaviour; Twisted & Fluffy Feelings; Wilbur Soot is not a Good Brother but he tries Gods he tries; TommyInnit has Abandonment Issues;

#dsmp fanfic #dsmp quackity #dsmp tommy #dsmp wilbur #dsmp slimecicle #karmaland luzu #my fanfic

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noki-is-soup · 2 years

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karl x short!male!reader x quackity where they are all dating and karl and quackity get jealous and protective? i saw the one you did with wilbur and it was so cute!

This was so cute! I loved this

Looking Out for You

Warning(s): Jealousy

Pairing(s): Quackity x Karl x short!male!Reader

Word Count: 910

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You greeted your two boyfriends with a kiss on the cheek when they walked through the door. They flung themselves into a hug with you, both kissing the top of your head.

“How was y’all’s trips?” You ask, pulling away, but still holding their hands.

Karl and Quackity have both been gone for the past two weeks for different reasons. Quackity wanted to go see his family in Mexico and Karl went to VidCon in California.

“My mom still wants to meet you, mi amor~” Q teases, swinging your arm back and forth.

“Yeah! VidCon would have been so much more fun with you there!” Karl pouted.

“You both know I couldn’t take time off work,” you whined back, looking up at them.

“We know.” Quackity dropped each of your hands, pulling his hoodie off. “I’m going to take a shower. I feel gross.”

Before he leaves, you stand on your toes and give him a kiss. He smiles and kisses back, hands finding your waist. He pulled back, walking off towards the bathroom.

You looked back towards Karl, reaching out for his hand again. He doesn’t take yours, instead leaning down and tapping your thighs, telling you to jump. You leap into his arms, connecting your lips together. You kept your hands on the back of his neck while he kept his under your thighs.

“Oh, uh- Was I not supposed to come in yet?” You look towards the door to see Sapnap standing in the doorframe, face red with embarrassment.

You squirmed in Karl’s arms to be let down to greet Sapnap, which he allowed instantly.

You hugged him as soon as you could, grinning widely. This was the first time you ever met up with him in person, because every time he met up with Karl you were either too busy or weren’t even dating him yet. He hugged back, holding you tight.

“Dating Karl and Quackity duo finally met up! Dude, if we told the internet, they would freak out!” You laughed, smiling widely. He pulled away and smiled. You walk towards the living room and sit down, Karl and Sapnap sitting on each side of you.

As you talked, Karl needed to change into more lounge clothes, leaving you and Sapnap on the couch.

As you and Sapnap talked, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out a binder with around one hundred Pokémon cards in it. You gasp and hold out your hands to see it. He grins and hands it over, watching as you flip through with interest.

“Dude, you didn’t tell me you had a Leafion GX?” You hit his shoulder, moving closer to him so he can see what you’re looking at easier.

“Sorry! I didn’t know you would care!” He continued to grin, adjusting his hair underneath his hat. Without warning, you grabbed the hat off his head and held it away from him, making sure he couldn’t grab it. “You bitch-“

“What are you gonna do?” You throw it across the room, making him go after it.

“I hate you,” he muttered, pushing you to the side so he could go grab his hat.

Karl and Quackity watched this whole interaction from the door frame with slightly parted lips, jealousy running through the both of them. Karl reached for his hand, squeezing it hard.

“So…” Quackity whispers in his ear, questioning in his voice.

“Why do I hate watching this? He’s having fun, so is Sapnap?” Why does this hurt?” He didn’t break eye contact with the two, hurt clear in his eyes.

“They wouldn’t… right?” Quackity trailed off mid-sentence, pushing his beanie over his eyes for a sense of comfort.

“No, I don’t think so. They’re loyal, I’m sure of it.” Karl pulled him towards the two of you, pulling up down where you were sitting on Karl’s lap. “Hi, baby”

“Hi, babe. What’s up?” You look at him and kiss his nose, looking back towards the Pokémon cards. Karl didn’t like that very much, acting like he was just moving your hood on your hoodie so he could hide his face in your neck, but then started sucking a mark into your neck.

You tried to hide your reaction, cheeks turning pink.

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“Karl? Quackity? Can I talk to you for a second?” You say after dinner, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them towards your shared bedrooms. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

Through the last few hours, they had not let you go or get anywhere near Sapnap, and to be honest, it was pissing you off.

“You want us gone so you can fucking make out with him, huh?” Quackity snapped back. You were taken aback, shocked that they would even think of that.

“You both think I’m a whore and can’t keep loyal to my boyfriends?” You shout back, feeling slightly bad when Quackity pushed his beanie farther onto his head.

“That’s not the reason! We were just worried! We didn’t want to lose our boyfriend!” Karl yelled back, anger rising.

“Loves, I wouldn’t break up with you over him, okay? He’s just a friend, you know this.” You kiss both of them slowly, running your hand through the little bit of hair that Quackity had sticking out of his beanie.

“Promise?” Quackity muttered, looking down at his hands.

“I promise. Want to go back out now?” You grab their upper arms and bring them back to the couch, sitting in between them.

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bonesandthebees · 5 months

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I already said that every chapter has a line that does not leave my mind. For chapter 3 it’s : [“He’s been under quite a bit of stress the past few days.”]. Because I’d argue he’s always under stress, but right now it’s really extra stress and Niki knows him well enough to tell.

What gets me the most is that everyone just seems to move right past it. They barely acknowledge it, but I feel like it’s one of those “Tomys will remember that” moments. Like later on he’ll understand that why Wilbur is like that and then he’ll get that line.

Then there’s Wilbur trying to mend what he already messed up. I feel like he didn’t need to apologise. I don’t know if it had any effect at all because o don’t think Tommy minded (since he seems to find Wilbur being stuck up funny). (Never,ind he literally says so 5 lines later.)

Wilbur is actually in Tomys’ good books because he’ll never really scold him or tell him off (in the way his parents probably have) because he’s trying to gain something, so he has to hold back. I do love their banter.

Lastly there’s Q and Wilbur getting blinded again, this is the second time he has been blinded by something and then got surprised by Q. I wonder if he has been watching Wilbur and Niki talk (and then them talk to Tomys) from a distance (either outright spying or waiting to get Wilbur alone).

[With Quackity yanking him down by his shirt, Wilbur was forced to hunch over, stiffening when he realized just how close their faces were.

(In the back of his mind, he swore he could almost hear the sound of water lapping against the walls of the canals, and cool bricks pressed against his back.]

I am LOOKING. I had to check the damn tags. Something has happened here and I’m sure I’ll find out , but the Tntduo is tntduoing and they haven’t even had any wine.

[“Because if you wanted to get me into a dark corner alone, there are easier ways of-“/“Not this time,” Quackity cut him off,]

I AM LOOKING.

And now I am going to read this secretive conversation. (Also, I feel like not telling Phil beforehand will be a bad idea).

(4/4)

-🎄

niki can tell that wilbur is struggling with a lot already. and yeah, maybe tommy will remember it later or maybe he won't. we'll have to wait and see

oh yeah wilbur didn't need to apologize at all lol he just wasn't sure how to get back in tommy's good graces after that because he's still figuring out how tommy works. meanwhile, he's not even aware that he's actually still in tommy's good graces. that's how little he understands the kid.

...you know spruce this is making me realize I might actually need to update the tags to this fic for, uh, reasons. I guess I've kind of committed already. maybe I'll update the tags when I post the next chapter (which I only just started writing today and only got a few hundred words into oops)

(I'm sure you can guess what tag I might need to add after that bit) (I'm kind of hopping between a 'fuck it we ball' attitude towards this stuff and a 'oh god do I really wanna do that-' kind of fear)

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 3

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dreamsclock · 1 year

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This is from the FYI au that me and salt made - we never ended up posting anything about it but i LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. basic premise is a canon divergent rewrite of the dsmp where c!dream and c!quackity partnered up at the elections and actually won........ and how much shit happened from there

warnings: blood, major character death (temporary), murder, betrayal, general dark themes

Quackity had been the one to remove the box Dream had died in.

Clearing up at the festival is nasty work after everything that had gone down, but someone has to do it, and it’s not so bad with Karl and Tubbo helping him out. It’s easier to ignore Dream’s blood still speckling the floor of the stage as he wipes it down while Karl talks animatedly about a new idea for a short story he’d gotten, easier to ignore Dream’s death message searing itself behind his eyes when Tubbo is clumsy and catches his attention before he drifts into his own head. Having people nearby help, and Quackity is infinitely grateful for them.

...But he insists on cleaning and dismantling the box onstage by himself. It’s grim - Quackity gets choked up more than once when he remembers Dream collapsing to his knees, has to take a moment to drag himself out of his dark thoughts when he remembers it had taken two arrows to kill Dream, when he remembers the hollow, agonising rasps Dream’s breathing had been when the first had pierced his lungs. The memory makes the pickaxe slip from his hands, numb, and Quackity watches it clatter to the floor, struggling for breath. The gleam of satisfaction in Schlatt’s eyes afterwards had told him the truth - no matter how much the man insisted he’d had nothing to do with Dream’s death, Quackity knows better, had known better from the moment he’d asked the question first. Schlatt, Wilbur, Tommy - Quackity tears down the box that had killed his friends and viciously curses all of them, chest tight, eyes overly-bright. He’s not gonna cry, even though all he’s wanted to do for days is cry, because he’s Alex Fucking Quackity and never cries, but he comes close, taking down the festival box.

(So much for a celebration, he thinks, and tries to dismiss the memory of Dream dying from his head.)

…

It’s fitting he’s the one putting up the box now.

It’s methodical this time: he’s a big boy now, Quackity tells himself sarcastically, as he slots the blocks together and asks Tubbo about the redstone side of it - he’s a big fuckin' boy, he’s not gonna cry, he’s not gonna get weepy over death. Fuck knows it’s the only option he has: well, maybe not the only option, but Dream is a tyrant; worse than that, he’d been Quackity’s friend, and he’s learned by now that people like Dream (Schlatt, he thinks, Wilbur) only turn against their friends in the end. Hadn’t he seen it from Dream with how he treated Sapnap? Hadn’t he been wanting this for days, weeks, months? Didn’t Dream deserve this?

(He thinks of the first box Dream hadn’t been able to get out of, thinks of the two arrows it had taken to end his life. Will it take more than that, this time? Dream feels untouchable - has always felt untouchable, except for the moment Quackity had watched him die. He wants to see that vulnerability again. He thinks he needs to.)

“Big Q?” Tubbo is pulling his attention away from the box, twisting his hands together behind his back. Schlatt had taught him that posture - stiff-backed, shoulders straight, jaw set like he’s preparing for war, and maybe they are, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Yeah.” No. With an effort, Quackity reaches out and claps him on the back. Tubbo doesn’t recoil, but something flickers through his eyes, and Quackity knows his hand had felt like Schlatt’s. “Yeah, Tubbo, I’m sure. You know, sometimes you have to do awful things to the people that deserve it.”

(“He hadn’t deserved it,” Tommy had blurted out on the first day Quackity had joined the Pogtopia Alliance, eyes sunken and face ashamed, “nobody deserves death, Big Q. Not even Dream. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how it felt to shoot at him and watch him die. He didn’t deserve it. Don’t let Schlatt or Wilbur or shit tell you otherwise.”)

“Yeah?” Tubbo asks, voice quiet, unreadable.

Quackity smiles, with immense effort. “Yeah. I mean, fucking look what he’s done to us! Fucking look what him and Technoblade did to us! Never again. We killed Techno, and now we’re going to kill Dream. Because-”

Because he deserves it. When they finish the trap they’ve set up, the excuse rings hollow in Quackity’s ears, staring at the box that looks eerily like the first festival’s. Because he deserves it. How many times had Wilbur told the Pogtopia Alliance that same excuse until they’d believed it, until he’d believed it?

So much for a celebration, he thinks. He’s hollow. Tubbo’s nervous rambling about the redstone mechanic behind the trap doesn’t compute with him. Instead, Quackity pictures Dream inside the box - pictures the tyrant, his old friend, his enemy, inside the box - and tries to commit the image of Dream at his mercy to memory.

#dreblr #> au: fyiau #c!dream #c!quackity

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cyncerity · 1 year

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Hiiiiii Cyn!!!

Ok for your store shifted au, since you said you have a lot of info I’d like to know:

A character you want/plan to add to the story.

A random head canon you don’t know how to add but really like

If it hasn’t been said(because I forget lol) how Tommy and Tubbo met?

How the dream team met

If Dream and Wilbur’s rivalry is going to result in a certain reveal at all👀

And basically just ramble about anything you’d like to share because I want more store shifted info :3

Thanks and have a lollipop 🍭

OK THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS BECKYYY

Ok so the character i’m really trying to add rn is George. I wanna write something about him and his lore without giving too much away, cause y’all don’t know much about him. Some people have sent guesses based on the whole thing i wrote about Dream’s childhood best friend “Gogy” and his current long-distance boyfriend (and i’m gonna re-write that cause i wrote it before i decided on some very significant plot stuff like the language barrier so i wanna make that make more sense), but very few people have figured it out yet 👀

At some point i’m gonna write about how borrower colonies work in this au, cause that will hopefully become important later, especially since there’s some new characters to introduce that don’t live at the store.

And Tommy and Tubbo! They’ve known each other since they were toddlers. Tubbo was abandoned in a house when he was little and Tommy’s parents were never home much with their work, so they found each other pretty quickly. Since they were both pretty little they didn’t think much of it, Tubbo didn’t have the “humans are bad and will kill you” mindset and Tommy didn’t have the “i need to trap the tiny person and figure out what it is” mentality. Both of them met and basically went “oh my god friend :D” and they’ve been inseparable ever since. They grew especially closer after Tommy’s incident that turned him into a shifter. Tubbo helped him learn how to handle being small and how to get around.

Ok so this is kinda getting into spoilers, so i’ll just say the Dream team have all met each other, but never at the same time and they don’t know they all know each other 👀

I guess for Wilbur and Dream, maybe? I’m very tempted to have Quackity accidentally be revealed and for Wil to use him and threaten him to get what he wants from Dream, cause, like, angst, but Q already has his shenanigans with Foolish that i haven’t talked much about so idk, but certainly maybe.

Also if there was anything i wanted to ramble about it would probably be employees of each store. Dream’s store is a little shop opened by his mom, who’s now retired. He’s the manager, Punz is the assistant manager cause Foolish didn’t want to be, and Ponk is their pharmacist. I don’t know who else I want to work for the store, cause there are not enough people, especially compared to Wilbur’s.

Wilbur’s store is a small drug store-like shop that doubles as a restaurant. It has some outdoor seating but mainly just uses the back corner of the store as a drive through. Wilbur is the manager, Niki is the assistant manager, and also Ranboo’s older sister and guardian. Jack and Fundy work there as well and are usually in charge of the restaurant portion, even if Ranboo and Tommy almost never listen to them. Tubbo especially likes to knock things off shelf’s to hit them. Also needless to say Tommy and Ranboo work there.

Btw all of those are subject to change if i feel like it since they don’t really add plot, i just think it would be funny. I may add Hannah, Eret, Callahan, Shubble and Schlatt but idk yet. If i did i’d definitely need to put some in Dream’s store.

so ig if any of you have suggestions for characters for the stores lmk! and if you’re going “wait what about this person they seem like kinda an obvious choice?” they’re probably in the au already and you just don’t know lol

#thank you for the ask and the lollipop!!#always amazing to get asks from you Becky #ty <333 #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #store shifter au

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i’m not like that (it won’t be okay)

title is from “Self Care” by penelope scott

summary: in the aftermath of tommy’s “death” in exile, tubbo practically shuts himself away from the world, unable to handle the guilt and attempting to cope by burying it down. so he won’t have to confront it. so he won’t have to think of the fact that half of his family is dead, and that wilbur and tommy both went out in similar ways. so he won’t have to think about how he Hates himself for all of this (that it was his fault).of course, some people don’t think that this is a very healthy approach to dealing with grief, so they have made the decision to try and help tubbo out (whether they are successful, or if tubbo really wants their help, is a tad bit irrelevant here).

(something to note: tubbo didn’t exile tommy in this au (that was fundy), but he Did visit tommy twice in this au, but tubbo blames himself because he feels like he could’ve done more. add onto the fact that wilbur is Also his adopted brother, and that he had Also committed suicide just about a month prior…)

(warnings: referenced suicides, character not doing too hot mental health-wise, self-blame (in the fact that the character in question blames themself for someone else’s suicide), self-hatred (so much self-hatred), violent thoughts (tubbo very vaguely implies that he wants to murder dream. Brutally), implied/referenced child abuse (cause. Exile))

@fangirleando90 here ya go!!

hope y’all enjoy this!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been at least four days since The Discovery in Logstedshire, and Tubbo still hadn’t left his house, nor had he really talked to anyone.

Well, that wasn’t fully accurate. People had tried to talk to him, to offer their deepest condolences. But they were simply given a short glance by Tubbo, who had just looked up from some redstone or science-y thing he was doing to just give a short “Thanks” and then just hunching back over his work until whoever had come in left.

The most talking Tubbo had done to anyone in days had been when Quackity had come to Tubbo’s house looking for some healing potions, only to have Tubbo lie them down on a table and perform some form of first aid on them using bandages and potions (must’ve been some knowledge from the L’manberg War), all while muttering “I told you guys this was a stupid idea” and “I can only really fix the eye, so if you want help with the teeth, you’ll have to go to Ponk’s office.” As Quackity left, they gave Tubbo their thanks for the help. Tubbo simply shrugged. “No problem man. Don’t mention it.”

And that was it. Not many other words from Tubbo since.

Well, Fundy was about to change that one.

He gave a soft knock on Tubbo’s door. “Tubs? You in there?”

A groan could be heard. “Where else would I be, Fundy?”

Fundy opened up the door. Tubbo was sitting at a desk, messing around with what Fundy could assume would be a redstone project of some kind. Tubbo had this almost blank look in his eyes. He didn’t look…angry or upset in any way, but…

Fundy shot Tubbo a concerned look. “Well, hopefully in your therapy appointment. It should’ve been an hour and a half ago, Tubbo.”

He didn’t even look up. “Tell Big Q that I’m fine. I’m not really in the mood to talk right now anyways.”

“Tubbo, you and I both know you’re not okay. It’s why you’re even in therapy to begin with. And right now, you need to talk to Quackity more than ever-”

Tubbo finally looked up. He looked annoyed. “I told you, Fundy. I’m fine.”

Fundy sighed. “Tubbo, please. Just a check-in. That’s all I ask.”

Tubbo just rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have work to do, President Soot?”

Fundy flinched back at that, and then stood there for a few moments more. He finally took a deep breath, and looked at Tubbo one last time. “I’m here if you ever need to talk. I might be busy a lot of the time, but I’ll still be there, okay?”

With that, Fundy turned around and closed the door behind him.

Tubbo sat there at his desk, staring at the wood on top.

‘Nice going,’ a voice in the back of his brain chastised. ‘you’re pushing people away again.’

‘I just don’t wanna talk to people right now, you know this.’ he responded.

‘So when will you be ready? How long will that take? Tomorrow? A year?’

‘Now you’re just being an a**hole.’

‘I’m just speaking facts. Perhaps by the time you’re “Finally Ready” everyone will be sick of waiting for you.’

He didn’t attempt to shoot back at the voice for that one. It was right on that one.

‘This is what I meant about him, you know. You weren’t there enough for him, and now he’s gone.’

‘Shut up.’

‘It’s your fault, you know. That neither of them are here anymore.’

Tubbo shook his head to snap himself out of it, and continued on with his project, attempting to act as though nothing had happened.

This was why he didn’t like people trying to talk to him. It distracted him from his work.

Distractions mean getting lost in thought. Getting lost in thought means…

Tubbo doesn’t like getting lost in thought these days.

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“Quackity, I still can’t get him to come out of his house! I-”

This had been going on for about five minutes now. Fundy, a pacing bundle of nerves, was trying to voice his desperate concerns to Quackity.

Apparently, Tubbo missing his therapy appointment wasn’t an accident. He had meant to do that.

“Fundy.” They interjected.

Fundy stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Quackity.

They took a deep breath, and looked at Fundy. “Listen, I understand your concerns. A teenager completely shutting down and locking themself in their room, while refusing to talk to anyone, is worrying. But do keep in mind, Fundy, that Tubbo is still grieving, and pretty much-how do I word this-walked into the aftermath of his brother’s suicide just a few days ago.”

Fundy narrowed his eyes at them. “I know that, Quackity. But, and I don’t think that you really understand this, Tubbo has just been working on these little projects of his or has been lying on his bed doing nothing. Quackity, I haven’t seen him doing anything else whenever I check on him. I’m worried.”

Quackity held their hand up. “I know, I know. That’s why I have an idea.”

Fundy’s ear perked up. “And that idea is…?”

“I’m thinking of doing a very discreet therapy session tomorrow, disguised as a little check-in.” Quackity grinned at him. “If Tubbo won’t come to the therapy session himself, then we’ll simply bring the therapy to him.”

Fundy suddenly brightened up. “Wait, really?! You’re gonna check up on him tomorrow?”

They nodded. “Mhmm. I’m gonna try and get him to open up about anything that’s bothering him. Not saying it’ll work, but it’ll be an attempt at least.”

Fundy sighed a breath of relief. “Thanks man, I really appreciate this.”

Quackity shrugged. “Eh, it’s just my job, Mr. President.” They paused. “Speaking of which, Fundy? You really need to take a day off.”

Fundy frowned a bit. “Quackity, you know I can’t-”

“Uh uh, Doctor’s Orders, Fundy. I’m sure Niki can handle doing some more work for about a day, right? You really need a break, though.”

Fundy groaned a bit. “Whatever you say, Big Q.”

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The next day Tubbo received a knock on his door.

“Come in.” he called out.

“Hey Tubbo!” Quackity called into the room.

He looked up, surprised. “Oh, hey Big Q.”

Quackity walked into the room, folding their wings to get into the door. They looked surprisingly cheerful. They were taking a look around Tubbo’s room, where various different science books and redstone handbooks, mechanical parts, and a lot of redstone dust was scattered around. Yeah, Tubbo will admit that his room was a little messy. But in his defense, he didn’t really have the energy to clean it.

Quackity didn’t seem to be deterred by the mess around them, given that they still stepped into the room. “So, how’s it been going Tubbo?”

Tubbo looked down at the floor for a brief moment, thinking hard on how to answer that question.

(what’s a short way to say “I’ve been mourning my brother and rightfully blaming myself for it because I’m the worst brother in existence while staying in my bedroom for the past five days and no amount of people trying to say “sorry for your loss” in twenty different ways is gonna stop the pain I feel”?)

Tubbo looks back up at them. “It’s going.”

Quackity just gave a small awkward nod and sat down on the bed next to the desk. “Have you been doing okay man?”

Tubbo shrugs. “About as okay as I can be. But yeah, I’m fine.”

They raised an eyebrow. “Tubbo…are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I feel fine, man.”

Quackity didn’t seem convinced, but they continued on, “Okay…Tubbo, I…we all know what happened a few days ago. I think we really need to talk about some things.”

Tubbo stopped working for a few seconds as the words sunk in. Suddenly he sighed out, “Oh, you have got to be f**king kidding me.”

“Tubbo please. We need to talk about this, for your own sake.”

Tubbo just silently turned around, and was glaring at them. “Go on then, let’s get this over with. Ask your questions, man.”

Quackity, despite knowing that they were most likely not going to get many honest answers out of Tubbo, decided to continue on anyway. “Well, first off, could you tell me about any thoughts that you’ve been having since…the Incident?”

Tubbo went quiet at that one (he didn’t really want to talk about his thoughts. About how he blamed himself, hated himself for what happened.

But he did have some thoughts that he wanted to ask about).

“Well…Big Q, can I ask you something?”

Quackity nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

Tubbo looked back down at the floor. “Have you ever just…had thoughts about killing someone?”

Quackity looked lost in thought for a moment, brushing the left side of their face, their hand brushing against a particularly nasty scar. “Uh, well…yeah, Tubbo.”

Tubbo shook his head, looking up at them. “No not…like that. Like…”

“Have you ever thought about killing someone brutally? Not just that, but you want to kill someone because they just ripped your family apart?”

Quackity went quiet at that. Very quiet. This wasn’t at all what they were expecting to hear.

“They just completely ripped someone away from you, away from everyone really. And they don’t even seem sorry about it.”

Tubbo sat there, fiddling with his hands. “But, in the end, you decide to just get rid of those thoughts because that person could just…kill you if they wanted to. So you decide that it’s just not worth it.”

Tubbo sat there staring at Quackity. “Do you have thoughts like that?”

Quackity just sat there in total shock. Of all the answers they were expecting, that was not one of them.

Something told them that it still wasn’t the full truth though.

“Can’t say that I do, Tubbo.”

Tubbo simply put his head down. “Oh, okay. Next question, I guess.”

Quackity stared at him. “Tubbo, I’m not saying that having those thoughts are wrong, but I still think we really need to talk about-”

“Next question, Big Q.” Tubbo snapped.

Quackity’s wings fluffed up a bit, and they sighed. “Okay then…You visited Tommy at least twice during his Exile, right? What was he like during those visits?”

Tubbo continued to fiddle with his hands. “Well…the first one he was fine: we were just making some flower crowns like the good old days, y’know? Dream wasn’t even there!” Tubbo paused. “Well, I mean, Tommy seemed a little down, but he just said it was because the night before that Dream just…plopped him and Ghostbur down at Logstedshire and destroyed their stuff. Also said something about how Dream attacked him when he refused-”

“Wait, what?”

He shrugged again. “Not too sure either. Didn’t go into too much detail on that. We got done with making the crowns, I gave Tommy one I made from a bunch of poppies. You know, to match mine.” Tubbo points to the crown of yellow flowers on his head. “But the next time I visited him…”

Quackity frowned as Tubbo trailed off. “What happened during the second visit, Tubbo?”

Tubbo looked back up at him. “Oh! Well…when I got there, he looked…really f**ked up. Like, covered in bruises and cuts and s**t. But it wasn’t just…how he looked that was weird as f**k.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well…” he began fiddling with his fingers again. “First, when I got there, he was curled up in a ball sitting on the ground, and he was mumbling to himself. When I tried getting his attention, he just sorta jumped up and kept screaming s**t about how I was a “hallucination” and “not real.” He was really freaked out too. I don’t think I’ve heard Tommy that scared in years.”

Tubbo frowned, a sad look in his eyes. “After that, I didn’t really wanna stay around him ‘cause…well, I mean, he literally didn’t think I was real. I didn’t want him to keep freaking out, so I just left…”

A tear rolled down his cheek, and Tubbo looked to Quackity again. “I wish I hadn't left him, Big Q. I really wish I had just stayed there. That I didn’t abandon him.”

Quackity looked shocked at the last comment. “Tubbo, you didn’t-”

Tubbo was sniffling now. “Big Q? Can we just call it a day?”

“Tubbo-”

“Please?” Tubbo was barely holding the tears back at this point.

Quackity looked apprehensive, but eventually sighed. “Alright, Tubbo. If you’re sure. I’ll check up on you in a few days okay?”

Tubbo just nodded. And with that, Quackity left.

And Tubbo was alone again.

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Three days later, there was a knock on his door again.

Tubbo huffed. “Big Q, I know you and Fundy are just trying to help, but I’m really not in the mood right now.”

A voice called back through the door, “Uh, it’s not Quackity this time.”

Tubbo turned to the door. “...Come in?”

The door opened, and a really tall hybrid was practically playing limbo with the doorframe.

Ranboo finally stood up straight upon entering the room. They were holding a little box. “Hey Tubbo.”

Tubbo smiled a little bit. “Ranboo? I wasn’t expecting you to show up here.”

They let out a little laugh. “Well, I actually wanted to check up on you. I haven’t seen you in a while.” They held out the little box to him. “Also, uh, I made you something.”

Tubbo looked at the box for a few minutes before cautiously taking the box and opening it. Inside were a bunch of cookies. They looked good, if slightly burnt.

“Well, I talked to Niki about baking, and I asked her how to make some cookies. I think I might’ve left them in the furnace too long, but I think they’re still edible.”

Tubbo’s smile brightened. “Aww, thanks man!” He took out a cookie and started nibbling on it.

Ranboo looked over to Tubbo’s desk, and he stared at the books and parts on the desk. “So…what are you doing?”

Tubbo beamed. “Oh, this stuff? Just a bit of mixing regular science with redstone, you know how it is.”

“Ah, I see.” (They really didn’t, but they wanted to be polite)

They were both quiet for a minute, as Tubbo finished up his cookie. Ranboo finally spoke up, “Hey, do you wanna tell me about some of that while we go on a walk?”

Tubbo’s smile wavered a bit, and he went quiet for a minute. Ranboo was messing with the cufflinks on their suit. “I mean, i-if you don’t want to it’s fine-”

But Tubbo smiled back up at him. “You know, I think I’d actually like that.”

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Upon walking outside, Tubbo shielded his eyes for a second.

“Ugh, it’s so bright out here.”

Ranboo snickered, “Well, I mean, yeah, it’s the sun Tubbo.”

He burst out laughing. “Ranboo, oh my Primes-”

As their walk continued, Tubbo rambled on about various different science-related topics, including:

“I’m still trying to figure out nuclear science though, and how to do all that s**t.”

Ranboo just stared at him in wonder. “Tubbo, I- how did you even-? Like the stuff you do is already complicated, how do you even have the energy to want to figure out stuff like nukes?”

Tubbo just shrugged. “I don’t really have much else to do, man. Besides, it’s fun.”

Ranboo snorted. “What?! I’m sorry-?!”

Tubbo rolled his eyes, smiling. “You don’t really have room to talk, Boo. You find going mining for literal hours to be ‘fun.’”

Ranboo gasped, feigning offense. “Hey! In my defense-”

They walked on Tubbo’s left side, where they knew he could definitely see them. They had seen that…very large burn scar on the other half of his face, and they clearly remember a time where Tommy had approached Tubbo on his right and Tubbo had visibly jumped before calming down. Tommy had apologized, of course, but sometimes Ranboo wondered what had happened. What caused that level of scarring.

But, in their eyes, it wasn’t in their place to ask. So they didn’t.

People around them watched the two walk by, chatting up a storm. Most were pretty happy that Tubbo seemed to be doing a bit better, if a little shocked.

Fundy was one of them. He turned to Quackity and whisper-shouted, “Are you kidding me-?! We just had to get Ranboo to talk to him-?!”

Quackity just laughed. “I mean hey, at least he’s outside and having a good time right?”

And so, the pair continued their walk, soon leaving L’manberg and heading in the direction of The Bench.

(Ranboo had only sat there once, back before Tommy had been exiled. It had actually been the day before he was exiled, if he was remembering right. Tubbo had called Tommy ‘a dumba**’ for the stunt with Spirit’s Leather. And Tommy had talked about Wilbur’s death, talking about some of his pain. He was hurt, and clearly not taking the loss well. But neither was Tubbo, no matter what he said. But Tommy still remained confident that he wouldn’t be exiled, even if he did express some of his fears of if he was exiled. But, again, Tommy seemed confident that nothing was going to happen.

The next day, Dream dragged Tommy from his country-his home. He looked so shocked, so confused, so betrayed, all while Fundy was trying to apologize and Quackity was glaring at Dream.

Ranboo doesn’t think he’ll ever get the look on Tubbo’s face out of his head as long as he lives; a look of heartbreak and confusion, looking as his brother was forcefully dragged from his home, while also screaming “Tommy, I’ll come looking for you!”

It’s a face and desperate cry that was permanently burned into his memory, as bad as it is.)

And as they approached the area, Ranboo suddenly spoke up. “Hey, do you wanna sit on the bench?”

Tubbo momentarily froze, before calmly stating, “Yeah sure, we can sit.”

He sat on the right side of the bench, and patted the spot next to him.

They paused for a second. “Are-are you sure? I mean-you know…” They gestured to the right side of their face.

Tubbo chuckled. “Yeah man, I’m fine with it.”

And so they sat next to him, staring at the sun getting close to setting.

He suddenly spoke up. “Heh, you know, Tommy would be pretty pissed that we didn’t wait for him.”

Ranboo smiled. “Yeah, he probably would be…”

Tubbo went quiet, shockingly so. He sat staring at the setting sun. “Ran?”

He looked down at him. “Yeah?”

He continued staring at the view. “Is it my fault they’re both gone?”

Ranboo suddenly turned around in complete shock. “Wha-?”

“Wilbur and Toms, I mean,” he started. “Those two.”

Ranboo, still in utter shock, muttered, “I-I could gather that, but-”

“I mean, I abandoned Tom, and he obviously didn’t like that.” Tubbo attempted to laugh. “It’s my fault, really. I really shouldn’t have left him there.” He was sniffling now. “I really, really shouldn’t have left him there, Ran.”

Ranboo hadn’t been expecting this type of confession today. They had just wanted to talk to Tubbo and get him out of the house for the first time in days. And now he was on the verge of tears.

In fact, tears were streaming down his face at this point. He was crying. He looked up to them, voice shaking. “I just want my family back, Ran. I just want them back.”

They didn’t really know a better way to help other than to just open up their arms like an offer. Tubbo scooted over and just started sobbing into their chest. They didn’t mind.

He tried to wipe Tubbo’s tears away using his fingers, but it would burn them a bit, making him wince. He didn’t stop, though, even as it hurt. Tubbo looked up slightly, not meeting his eyes. “Ran, please don’t, it’ll hurt-”

“No, no, it’s fine. You just take as long as you need.”

As Tubbo clung to them, they started to gently purr. Afterall, they’ve gotta comfort him somehow.

Tubbo froze for a second in confusion. “What’s that?”

“Just purring, don’t worry.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Could you keep doing it?”

They smiled. “Of course.”

And so, the sun set on a pair of teenagers on a bench, clinging to one another for comfort.

And Tubbo isn’t alone anymore.

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link to ao3 :]

#Trampled Dandelions au #td!tubbo #td!ranboo #td!beeduo #td!quackity #td!fundy #p0psy storytime #dsmp au

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alright tntblr. thank you so so much for voting me for fav writer—and a deal's a deal!! have 1k words of 100 red flags tntduo content. this is taken from a chapter waaaay way in the future, just so you know.

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Quackity purses his lips, an almost guilty look flashing across his face. "I was under the impression that I was writing to a man who'd never read my words."

"I know," Wilbur murmurs absently, and he looks at Quackity. Really looks at him, at his too-long hair and his pale eye and his tired expression. He looks much older than the young, idealistic man who faced Wilbur in the election. "Why did you write that note, Quackity?" Why did you address me like that?

"I-I..." Quackity looks away, lacing his fingers together on the tabletop as he struggles for words. "I don't know, Wilbur. I couldn't tell you, honestly. I'm not sure myself. I was in a bad place, and angry, and...and your words really spoke to me. Gave me something to latch onto when not much else did."

Wilbur swallows nervously. "Quackity, I'm flattered, but I'm not so sure I'm the best person to take advice from." He laughs. Quackity doesn't, looking back at him with dark, sad eyes.

"Maybe not," Quackity admits. "But you gave it in for a reason, Wilbur."

"I-I probably didn't give it to you out of any sort of love, especially not if you're referring to the time I think you are. Before the election," Wilbur says. "I didn't want to you succeed then, Quackity. In fact, I thought it impossible."

"Yes, you had a bit of an ego on you back then," Quackity says, and Wilbur gets the distinct sense that the man isn't quite acknowledging all that Wilbur is trying to say. "Also...'didn't?' 'Then?' You're using past tense."

It is a swallow jab, a transparent shift in focus, yet Wilbur feels the purposeful bristles of banter snag at him anyways. He tries to ignore it—tries to shake away Quackity's deflection. Because if Wilbur is interpreting correctly, then the man is deflecting. Subtly.

"You're not hearing me, Q," Wilbur says, trying and failing to withhold his frustration. "You're not hearing me. I'm trying to tell you that I was an ass back then, Quackity. And that frankly, I was talking out of my ass, too. And you shouldn't abide by anything past-me has to say."

"...you're very worked up about this," Quackity gives him a curious look, and Wilbur could strangle him for sounding so calm. "If not for the swearing, I think I could've mistaken what you just said for something Ghostbur might say. The sentiment was nearly identical."

"Gaah you're—you're frustrating!" Wilbur jabs a finger at Quackity, resolving to ignore that little comment about the ghost. "You can't just drop a bombshell about being in a 'bad place' and thinking that me from the election was a pillar of moral enlightenment and expect me to not be—"

Abruptly, Wilbur freezes, the words sticking fast in his throat. But by the way Quackity's eyebrows fly up, it is clear he has completed the sentence Wilbur has just swallowed.

And expect me to not be worried.

"Huh," Quackity says, leaning back. His brow furrows, lips twisting downwards. "Really not a sentiment I'd expect from you. Have you gone soft?"

"We've all changed," Wilbur says stiffly, after a moment's pause. He sees a flash of regret cross Quackity's face, as though the man has properly registered the implications of his words. "And you're still not bloody listening to me. You're trying to avoid something. What is it?"

"I'm not trying to avoid anything," Quackity says evenly, but the slight narrowing of his eyes gives enough away. "I just don't see the relevance of this conversation. I don't understand why you care about what's most certainly none of your business."

"Your note begs otherwise," Wilbur says, because he isn't going to drop this. "You can't write something like that to me and expect me to never ask after it!"

"It wasn't to you," Quackity snaps. "It was to your memory! It was to a—" his teeth click shut.

"To a dead man," Wilbur finishes for him, after a beat. Quackity nods unhappily. "But it was to me. It was to me, because if it had been to any part of me you could have just said it to the ghost. It was to me, because for however different I am, however much I have to—" pretend, he wants to say, but the word freezes on his tongue. Wilbur swallows. "Because I remember. Because I was the one who gave you that advice. And that means that I can tell you, as I am now, that it was wrong."

Quackity studies him carefully. "You are not your memory," he says, because apparently, he hasn't actually listened to a word Wilbur just said. "You are your own man. That's a good thing, Wilbur. But it also means that the decisions I've made are not ones you have any authority over."

"I think we're having two very different conversations," Wilbur says helplessly, slumping back in his chair. "I'm not—hell. I'm not trying to tell you what to do."

"Except you are," Quackity interjects sharply. "You're damning your previous advice—which in my note I agreed with—and by the very nature of that, you're damning my actions."

"Okay, well—" Wilbur huffs and glances down helplessly at his hands for a moment. "What do you want me to say, Quackity? I endorse war? I endorse power? Those raised me up to my highest point and they lost me everything, Quackity! Of course I don't fucking endorse it anymore."

"...you have gone soft," Quackity marvels, and he sounds awed. Wilbur growls softly under his breath, glaring.

"Don't mistake me for a pacifist, Quackity. Don't think I'm one of those do-good, hand-holding, 'let's all be friends' types all of a sudden. But the point I'm trying to make to you, that you seem to keep masterfully ignoring is that I don't particularly like my previous self. I don't like him at all, actually, and I don't like what he stood for, at least not by the time you met him. I came to Las Nevadas not because your note said I was right, but because your note called me a friend. I expected to meet the same hot-headed activist that thwarted me all those years ago, and yet now I see a man who would've, for all intents and purposes, voted for me. Is that you now, Quackity? Because yes—forgive me for finding that worrying. It is worrying."

#wheeee #tntduo #tntblr #wilbur soot #quackity

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yushox · 2 years

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WINGS

Quackity wakes up one day with this horrible itchy feeling on his back, with something liquidy running down the already sticky feeling skin.

The feeling is horrible and alarming.

Looking at his bed he nearly empties his stomach, instantly recognizing the liquids of a bad infection, also most of his feathers have fallen off in his sleep.

Panic sets in quickly and he is quick to grab his phone. Racking through his brain why he grabbed it.

Finally he remembers a private little comment, a promise from certain someone.

He punches in the number, hoping it still will work.

A couple of rings pass by.

"Hey Q, didn't think you would ever call me-"

"I don't have time for chitchat, do you still have the Las Nevadas chip I gave you and told you to never show it to anyone?"

"Yeah man, you sound sick.."

"Well, yeah, I am... really really sick. I need help with something. And I would only trust another winged person with something like this."

"Don't tell me you're in he-"

"I'm not, I'm actually genuinely ill... please use that chip as proof that you can visit and get one of my people to escort you to my room... please hurry, I'm panicking really bad right now."

"Okay man, I'll see you in about half an hour away, im pretty far away right now so please try to be patient.. I'll help you."

"Thank you..." he hangs up, he never thought he would ever let that person in his country. But he'd rather avoid seeking out Philza if he can avoid it.

His phone pings "I sent Tommy your way, he's closer and has better knowledge about medical stuff, don't worry, he's winged too. I'll hurry as fast as I physically can, but right now I am held back by a pretty big herd so I had to send tom."

"Okay. okay... does he know... about my past, about what you know?" he asks.

"Filling him in as we speak. Apparently he's experienced something bad with wings too, so he can comfort you and will understand you.... oh.. it involves dream, its always dream huh... fuck, cant talk anymore!.. see you in a little bit!"

The response comforts him. Inadvertently his hate towards Dream increases just at the implications that the mad did something to Tommy's wings.

Someone knocks "Sir, Saint Tommy is visiting."

"Let him in.." and Tommy walks in with a medical bag and everything "why do you look like you saw a ghost and were on the run?"

"Doesn't matter, but I will say that you have really good defenses. Also "Saint Tommy"? Really?"

Smiling he continues the conversation as the young adult gets his medical stuff ready "Thanks. Also yeah, felt like you needed a good title to be known by in my lands. Didn't want to use something like sir or someshit, saint seemed cooler."

"Cool, lets go to the bathroom and let the cleaners change your sheets." the younger speaks seriously.

"Okay doc," he stands and goes to the bathroom while Tommy instructs the cleaners on how to clean up the bed properly.

Soon Tommy walks into the room as well and gets the nearby stool "Take off your shirt and sit down, I need to see how bad the infection is."

He does as told and hisses at the little pokes at his wings "When did you become a doctor? Do you even have any certificates?"

"Big Q, I can't even read in the first place, what certification do you think I could ever get. Nah, I just forced Techno, Phil and Wilbur to read me biology and medical books instead of fairy tales as bedtime stories. I was obsessed with that shit. I've practiced alot of stuff on animals and myself alot. treating you will definitely be a breeze." the blonde laughs.

Tommy stops poking "Looks like a regular old dead limb necrosis, it's surprising it hasn't gone to this stage sooner. But you were smart about calling for help. Any longer and it would be a certain death. I'll just have to cut out the rotting parts... I have a bad feeling that your preening glands are also going to have to be removed. I'm unsure. All I need is your utmost consent to do these procedures."

"Erm, I assume bedrest..?"

"Nahh, I'll wash and desinfect the wounds at the end and then hold them close while drenching them with some regen. I don't want you to be forced to sleep on your stomach for days on end, besides I'm sure neither of us can afford to be on bedrest anyways."

For a few seconds it's silent as he thinks.

"You don't have to tell me anything Tom... but, can I see what that bastard did to your wings?"

"Oh, no I'm fine telling you. He kinda ripped them out along with the muscles and everything. Didn't clean the wounds just dumped alot of regen into them and left. I barely managed making a good enough antibiotic, had to rely on natural ingredients too. But my back has been fucked up ever since in all kinds of ways. There's more, way more than just that, but I want to talk to Wilbur about everything first."

"Fucking hell man... yeah, ofcourse, as long as you trust Will I won't stop you, just be careful."

"Ofcourse, anyways lets start the procedure. This will certainly hurt alot, but you are strong enough so."

---

After it's all said and done, Tommy helps Quackity go back to the bed. The younger walks out of the door and a much olde man walks in "Hey Q..."

"Hey asshole.."

They smile to eachother painfully, for once not finding it in them to yell and argue. The silence is comforting and familiar.

Q looks at the feathers collected and put into a box by his cleaners per Tommys instructions.

He picks one out, fading love pheromones still clinging to it.

Without a single word spoken he hands it to Wilbur. He will never say those words out loud again, not wanting to jinx it after getting his heart broken so many times.

Wilbur accepts the feather and pulls his only wing out, carefully preening the gifted feather into his own feathers. He silently pulls out a love feather of his own and sits besides Q.

"I don't have wings dumbass..."

He just chuckles and gently preens his feather into the shorter mans hair.

Quackity stares into Wilburs eyes, their faces coming close to one another.

And Quackity is the one who breaks the distance, crashing his lips into Wilburs.

Wilbur easily lets it happen, falling backwards and letting the other get on top. He notices the worried question in the charcoal haired mans eye "You're not Sally Q. You can never compare to her... I trust you."

Q smiles and puts his lips against Wilburs once more.

Together they create the true colors of Las Nevadas.

Wilbur raises his hand and slowly, carefully touches Quackitys scars, both of them discovering that the mans preening glands are still intact by the sudden bite into Wilburs neck.

Neither talk through the night, but they certainly will not forget the warmth they shared.

---

Days later Quackity walks into a important meeting, Wilburs feather proudly displayed in his hair.

Someone asks if he and Wilbur are an item.

"No" is his only answer. But in private, his heart, while still shattered and bleeding, has found it's final home.

#dsmp #dream smp #tntduo #quackbur #tommyinnit #doctor tommyinnit #tommy can't read lol #loosing body parts #necrosis #oneshot #i'm on my tntduo arc #sort of happy ending #ambiguous relationship #c!dream doesn't deserve to be anywhere except in the void #non canon #headcanon #YushoxStuff

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