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Can I just put it here? A lot Tubbo and hairy men? I can... I think
My school AU when Quackity tries to win Karl's heart
I forget how painting and that's why it's just sketch, sorry
K: You're late today, usually you come to class half an hour early.
Q: Uh... Well, I went to bed late last night and all because of this freaking homework...
Quackity's lying. Just how do you tell your best friend that you went to bed late because you were imagining how you fucking Karl's mouth?
Sorry, pls guys, I'm so sorry...
This art will go to my case :D
Yeah!!!! I... I did it!!! 😐😑😔😞😢😭
I really f*cked up with this artwork!!! But... it was worth it :) And I can be happy now
And I'm sorry it took so a long time... It won't happen again! Maybe...
Continue...)))
I thought I going die... But this work is well)))
I thought I going die... But this work is well)))
Clothes swap! I try...
Karl "holds" his fiances on his arm~
He's very cute❤️ and Quackity with Sapnap... Yes!
Yey!! I do it!!! They're three cuties❤️
Let's remember Quackity when he was so excited about their relationship...
The fiances! This inscription contains their mental state~
I tried...
i actually can’t with dream.. GROW UP 🤗
sometime you’ve just gotta accept the fact you aren’t relevant anymore :))
the issue that provoked this stream needing to be made was that dream used a slur and needed to address it, instead he went live for 3 hours adressing the following topics.
-quackity
-how tommy is on his knees for quackity
- how tommy is a fake friend and hates quackity
-trump and how he’s a trumpie
-tommy was close with bad people like logan paul and w*lbur when he was 16 so he must be bad cause people cant change
-he’s not weird for messaging tommy’s mom and that’s totally normal
-quackity
-he’s not gay
-aimsey is an evil mastermind and is trying to get dream and george cancelled
-he’s an evil racist pedophile who made everyone sign ndas (that’s what everyone wants him to be apparently)
-quackity
-jack is cheating on ellie (rumor has it)
-there’s rumors about tubbo but he can’t say them
-adhd and autism and how he’s not to blame because of that
-harry is an idiot and only hates him because he quote tweeted him four years ago
-quackity
-people were sharing porn with minors in his discord but it’s okay because they asked everyone to not treat them differently
-actually everything is the fans fault and they’re the ones who ruined everyone’s friendship and he would be best friends with quackity if it wasn’t for the fans
-tommy is manipulating everyone and is actually evil but no he’s not he’s not a bad guy he’s just the worst
things he didn’t address:
-the r slur
re-reading mangoball again and i cant with the fuckass quackity and bbh subplot i cant stop fickign lauging
i found an old sketchbook with art from the start of qsmp, there's something bittersweet about it now
LOS FEDERALES
¿De verdad podemos confiar en ellos? 👀✨
My personal favorites.
Part 3
[ transcript *quackity playing a peaceful song on his guitar in the background and singing softly* bad: LUCY! what are you eating- oh my goodness, lucy. bad, his voice getting farther away: keep playing the guitar, quackity! *quackity is still playing the guitar* bad, distantly: LUCY! what the fudge are you doing?! alright, that's it- bad, his voice getting closer: I'm holding lucy now, this dog is not being very smart... *quackity has not stopped playing the guitar nor has he acknowledged anything bad is saying* end transcript ]
quackity serenely playing the guitar while bad scolds his dog for eating something she shouldn’t
I really liked quackity's lore stream
red skeppy, bad, and quackity. in that order.
when you hate a character so much the only way to force yourself to draw them is by giving them a nice design, that's how I live it
I kid you not when I say I'm using tumblr finally in two years for this , enjoy
tbh the way i see it, quackity & bad are that one trope where the kid tries to impress their hot babysitter but just ends up annoying them lolllll
OH MY GOD. THATS IT EXACTLY. YOU CRACKED THE CODE
Life runs us all down
He sits by the large window in our main room, he slouches in the expensive red velvet chair, his shirt is a little unbuttoned and he puffs on a cigar and holds a small glass of whiskey in his other hand the smoke flows smoothly out the large window. He insisted having a huge window. He could see all of las Nevada. You smile kicking off your heels and take your jacket off, you move my hand over the leather and rest between his legs. A small smirk comes onto his lips “ there you are my love “ his voice is low and thick, he’s drunk for sure. I look up at him and giggle moving closer cupping his cheek and kiss his scar, he hated his scar but I loved it. He was beautiful in my eyes, every scar, blemish made him perfect. His Scarred knuckles showed his labor for his new nation, it showed his sacrifices for a nation that burned and betrayed him. His chest showed more scars but he hated them so he got tattoos to cover some which I begged him not to. They showed his story, they showed his courage and willingness. One scar I genuinely hated is the one that rest on his neck it’s little and hidden by his mullet but when he was Vice President to jschlatt, jschlatt got drunk and was angry at one of quackity mistakes. He lashed out throwing a bottle that shattered the glass hit his neck. That night I never cried so hard, my husband laid in my lap with a thick bandages on his neck. He gave me his beautiful white smile telling me not to worry. I begged him to leave it all but now I sit before him as his body is covered in passed mistakes but no matter what he was still the same man I married. I smile seeing him looking so relaxed. It’s been weeks since he’s actually relaxed. He looks down and brings his hand up. I feel his rings rub my cheek. I giggle taking the glass out his hand and put the cigar out, he smiled childishly up at me and giggled which warmed my heart he never giggled unless he was drunk, I gently move up unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, I gently pull his red tie over his head gently pull his shirt over his head. He whined slightly slurring his words “ no baby” I smile “ let’s get you cleaned up love “ he stopped whining and just let me undress him, I pull the rings gently off his fingers and smile at him as I put his arm over my shoulder and lead him to the tub as he sits on the side I fill it. Then pull at his beanie and letting his long hair fall onto his shoulders, I cup his cheek kissing him gently. “ your so beautiful my love “ a blush takes over his face as he looks up. I gently lift his leg and set it in the tub as he sighs in the cutest way possible. He sinks into the warm water. I smile and giggle resting by the side of the tub, I go to the shower pulling his products out, I gently pour water over his head. By the tub their is another window is row like a gambling chip and has his signature smile on it pass the smile you could see the sun set. Looking down you see the sun hug the side of his face, his scar looked magic, I could see his gold tooth slightly reflect. I cup my hand pouring the shampoo into my hand and gently message his scalp. He breaths deeply and closes his eyes. I rinse his hair getting the rest of the products out and get a towel. He has sobered up more so he steps out and wraps his waist in the towel and kisses my cheek mumbling a small I love you before disappearing into the closet. I smile changing and go to get him food. Once I return, he’s on the bed laid out in shorts and a tee. His beanie on the dresser and he’s staring at the ceiling. I smile getting closer, I sit on the bed and gently place my hand on his chest. He looks at me and smiles and hums “ thank you” I run my fingers through his damp hair and giggle lightly “ for what my love “ he only mumbles pulling me into bed “ everything my love”
Trauma is an identity
I cry Lightly as tears run my face and to my dress my tears stain my dress as I feel a warm hand move over my shoulder, he moves down my arm taking my hand. I don’t look up but know who it is, he pulls me closer gently waltzing. The music plays lightly so lightly I didn’t notice him turn it on, the rain hits the large window as he gently hooks my hand and his other hand rests on my back, I rest my head on his chest not caring about the tears that stain his white shirt, I could see his tattoos through the fabric. I focus back on the music, the singer was in love deeply in love, he good to the moon just to dance with the girl he loves, he sings about her cherry lips and long black hair. She was the apple to his eye, his princess. But I’m quakity’s Queen. I keep crying but finally look up at him, he’s been my light in the darkness for years. When the darkness consumed me and told me to give up. He showed up, his beanie was the first thing I saw before he tripped. I laughed then my heart melted when he smiled. The feeling of love felt so foreign to me that I panicked and ran from him. He was perfect, the scar that ran down his face and through his now white eye was beautiful to me, I held no physical scars to show my pain. The first night I accepted him, he went above and beyond. I found my king. I’m pulled from my thoughts when he gently places kisses on my knuckles then moves closer kissing my soaked cheeks “ why must you cry my love” I place my hand on his shoulders as we still waltz in the large main room of the casino. “ I cry to help the pain darling “ he moves his hand up over my cheek, his rings are cold extremely cold on my hot tear stained skin. His eyes were filled with love,the way his brows scrunched in and he showed a bit of sadness. He would give me the world of I asked him too. Is weird to see the same man that burned a nation and killed so many it was weird to see him so gentle. He smiles sweetly as if he got a dangerous idea, my heart fluttered knowing he always found a way to heal a little bit of my heart without trying. He leads me to our shared room, he sits me on the bed and gently moves my straps off my shoulders lifting the dress off.he kisses my collar bones and shoulders whispering sweet words that make me want to cry again, I can feel the love radiating off of him. He moves to my bra gently taking it off and then my underwear, kissing my thighs and knees. He undresses and pulls me on top of him. On rough days or hard nights, we lay naked in silence. I see why human touch is important with in minutes I can’t even remember why I was crying. His arms hold me tightly, I rest my cheek on his chest and trace his tattoos with my index finger. He gently placed kisses on my head and covers us.
(Super short but I’m sad so whatever)
i wanted to have fun so i made a don't starve au!
Cursed Dream SMP chat text that I have saved in my gallery for who knows what reason
The chat on The Dream SMP is just as choactic as the story, I love it so much
cutie core 🐺🐺🐺☹️🥰😜😜😜😜😍😍😍
i want to lay on his chest and hold him close omfg… AND KISS HIS BEAUTY MARKS ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!!
i wish i saw this sooner *sob*
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