#c!karljacobs

[maruteru]

haiii :3 for art requests can you draw karl x quackity.. no angst just sillies pls 💔💔😣

Yeah i have like...too many asks unanswered,,,,,,

[sakurasuu]

Drew a quick doodle of a character I've never drawn before :]]

[a-bit-very-confused]

bad: i put a letter in your bag to tell you how much i love you <3!!

sapnap: [opens his bag]

sapnap: dad, this is a ten-page essay

[smpgorl]

cheap liquor and hope

Karl Jacobs au

tw: family abuse, angst

wc: 1.8 k

summary: Karl's best friend's sister is suspicious until he reveals the whole truth to her, and she finds herself caring more than ever.

...

The sound of my window creaking open awoke me. Was it a sleep paralysis demon or was it- Karl. Of course it was Karl.

"What are you doing here?" I said sleepily, I turned my head to see the clock, 1:33 a.m. Of course only Karl would do this.

I know many people would be scared of this situation but Karl is my brother Will's best friend. Ever since we moved here, Karl has weaseled his way into my parent's hearts but if you ask me something is off. He turns down rides to his house, he has random bruises and cuts, too often.

His hair was wet from the rain, he was dripping all over my floor. He always does this, comes into my room because I'm on the first floor. This has to be the 4th time he's done this. He claims it's an emergency and that he needs to see Will.

"Sorry, I just- I just needed to see Will. He said I could come over." He stuttered, Karl is usually more confident, I'm confused on where the stuttering came from. He also never asks for permission, god what did he do?

I looked down at my sheets, Karl is a menace, but I would be lying if I said I didn't care for him. "Are you okay?" He faced toward me, a large gash covered his face, right below his eye to the bottom of his cheek.

"Oh my god, Karl, what happened?" He didn't answer, instead just continued his journey through my house.

I got up immediately following him to Will's room to see the door cracked and Will awake, most likely waiting for Karl.

"Man, what did you do this time?" Will asked but silenced once seeing me following Karl.

"Sierra, go to bed. Thanks for letting him in." Will spoke briskly approaching us.

"Not like I have a choice, but why must I always leave?" I pried.

"Because it's not your business," he sounded hostile now. Why was Will defensive over Karl?

"Well it is if he uses my window." I kept fighting.

"Si, leave. now." He was turning red, he's a hothead.

I turned immediately leaving and tried not to slam the door in anger on my way out.

He always does this, it's never Karl asking me to leave. I swear he like has a crush on him or something, but he would tell me, Will tells me everything, we're only a year apart.

I struggled falling back asleep, but I eventually did. Until around 6 am, there was a body moving back out the window, Karl.

"Hey." I stopped him.

"Shit, sorry I didn't mean to wake you." He sounded sad, looking at the floor.

"No, it's okay, Karl. What's wrong?" He brushed off the question with a flick of a hand and smiled. It was totally fake.

"Nothin. Goodnight, Sierra."

...

The next morning was hectic, with my parents leaving to go on a business trip that apparently my mom can't go on alone.

"I promise we'll be back in 3 days, hun. You and Will can do this. There's money on the counter for food if you need it, we're a call away." My mom kissed my forehead before turning to my brother.

"Now, you better not throw any parties." My mom pointed a joking finger at Will.

He put his hands up in defeat, "Bummer."

Today is Friday, another day in school. Walking out the door, I don't know why, but I looked for remnants of Karl. Sometimes I feel like he never leaves.

"Come on, Si." Will pulls me to his car. "Yeah." I walked with him.

"What was up with Karl?" I was nosey, impeccably nosey, but I don't care.

"Can't tell you, you know it's private."

"I thought we tell each other everything."

"Yes, but this is my friend, his life is private for a reason."

I looked down at my hands, feeling slightly asshole-ish.

After parking, Karl approached the car immediately, I gave a small smile before departing with my friends.

"Si, have I ever told you how hot Will is?" Chloe laughed looking back at him.

"Have I ever told you to keep those thoughts to yourself because they're incredibly weird." I wasn't joking.

"Whatever, it is what it is." She laughed again. Chloe has had a thing for him since we moved here, I swear she loves him more than me.

...

"Look, I need to take Karl somewhere. I can't give you a ride." Will said, "So you're picking him over me? Why can't I come?" I was agitated, Will never does this.

"I'm sorry, but it's too important. I love you and can cash app you money for an uber if you need it." He sprinted off before I could answer to Karl.

I exhaled and internally screamed. What's so important about Karl, he's getting in the way of my brother and I.

"Come on, lemme give you a ride," I forgot she was even standing there. "Yeah, thanks."

Will wasn't home until 11 pm. "Hey where-" my speech stopped as soon as I saw Karl.

His shirt was gone, his face all bloody, bruises forming on his abdomen. I immediately got up from my seat to go to him, helping Will carry him to the couch.

"Ok, I need to know what's going on."

"We'll explain just go get the first aid kit, you still know how to sew don't you?" Will stopped me.

I nodded before running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Karl followed with Will. "Man, I'm gonna go find you some clothes, don't worry." Will left me with Karl.

"Sit on the tub, I got you." I helped him down with him wincing in pain.

"Thanks." He breathed. I got to work on his gash on his forehead. It was small, but deep.

"What happened?" I focused.

"My dad." I stopped in my tracks, I thought he got jumped. His own father?

"Karl, do you live with him?" He nodded and winced.

Tears welled up in my eyes, his pain. "Karl," I whispered. I wanted to hug him but my brother was back.

"you done?" I nodded.

"I worked fast but it seems pretty good." I nodded again.

"Thanks," He helped Karl to his room. I sat there in awe as all the puzzle pieces came together.

I bursted through the door of Will's room.

"Will, he can't go home." Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw Karl's face fall even more. The tears fell fast and before I knew it I felt arms wrap around me, it was Karl.

"Hey, it's okay." He held me.

"How long, Karl?"

"4 years." he whispered into my hair.

"Oh my god." I pulled him closer, not caring for how it looked. He needs this.

...

I learned Karl's story. His dad is an alcoholic, has been since his mom died. He apparently can't leave or else he'll be in foster care. He'd leave us.

"But that's better than the abuse. You can't even think about us now." I stood up from my spot.

"You guys are my family," his voice cracked. "Well maybe we can talk to mom and dad, Will." he shook his head. "Why? Why Will? He needs help."

"Sometimes you can't fix everything lil sis." Will has never been so dark.

"Will, how long have you known?" I sighed.

"6 months." I started crying even more now. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," I whimpered.

I went out and stood on the porch, overlooking other homes in our neighborhood.

When I heard the door, I thought it was Will but it was Karl.

"Hey, kid." he smiled.

"How can you smile? You're trapped." I looked at my feet.

"I'm not trapped, when you're trapped you've lost hope. There's light at the end of the tunnel." I turned to him, for the first time I've had the nerve to look him in the eyes. "Karl, thank you." I hugged him.

"For what?"

"For being so strong."

...

Karl spent the rest of the weekend with us, mostly Will though but he has been interacting with me. It's nice.

"Si, you coming with us?" It was Sunday, our parents are coming back today. "Where are you going?"

"We're gonna have fun. Trust us." They looked mischievous, I needed to see this.

"Okay."

I fell asleep in the car after it felt like we were driving for hours.

"Come on, wake up Sierra." It was Karl shaking me from the front seat. "We're almost here."

"Where are weee?" I yawned.

"Arizona."

My eyes immediately shot open.

"WILL HOW DID WE END UP IN ARIZONA."

"Shush, we drove, only 3 hours." Will laughed.

All I saw around us was desert.

"But, mom and dad?" I was out of breath, like I just had a heart attack.

"I told them you're spending the night at Chloe's and I'm with Karl." He smiled.

"So you planned a roadtrip and just brought me along?"

"Well it was Karl's plan. We're camping."

"In the desert?"

"Yes."

...

It was 9 pm, my brother was of course drunk off of mom and dad's wine they brought along and passed out in the car, completely ignoring the camping aspect.

"Hey Si," Karl broke my train of thought, sitting next to me and smiling. He was always so positive. I loved that.

"Hey Karl." I looked at my hands.

He lifted my chin as I stared at him in confusion.

"You know, I really care about you." I giggled.

Oh god, I'm blushing.

"Yeah? same." Really? Why am I awkward. It was his turn to laugh.

"Do I make you nervous?" He leaned in, his breath on mine.

"Yeah." I gulped and answered quickly.

"Yeah?" He leaned in and before I knew it his lips were on mine. He tasted like cheap liquor, like hope.

He pulled away but I immediately pulled him back in for more. When we were done we laid back and looked at the stars.

"I've been waiting to do that for so long." He smiled, a dorky smile.

...

The next morning I woke up, looking for Karl. My brother was still knocked out but Karl was nowhere to be found.

"Will, wake up." I practically yelled. I shook him a bit until he woke up, holding his head.

"Ow Ow, why are you doing this?"

"Karl is gone."

Will immediately sobered up, sitting up in the backseat of the car and exhaled.

"Si, sit down." So I did.

"Karl is gone. I don't know where he went but he is gone. I don't even know his plan fully." Will had a teary eye.

"Wait, you knew he was gonna leave?" I looked at my brother.

"Yeah. It was his plan, he wanted to get away and we thought it would be better if he just left and we didn't talk. To not compromise it y'know."

"Oh my god. He's gone. How could he be gone?" I sat for a minute before bursting into tears, how could he just leave me like this?

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a/n: hi! I hope you liked this, and didn't get too upset. Follow for more!

[dandelionpixels]

thinking ab c!quackity calling c!karl ‘goose’ as a term of endearment,,,, bc of karl saying honk,,,, like it genuinely lives so rent free in my head,,,quack just going “g’morning goose :)” when karl walks out into the kitchen at noon

/rp /dsmp

[lavenderjacobs]

i wasn’t ready to say goodbye ~c!Karl drabble

this is my entry for @salinesoot​ ‘s 2K writing contest :)

➳ wc; 0,4K  ➳ tw; angst :’) ➳ summary; au where reader meets time traveler!Karl, and is forced to say goodbye way too soon  ➳ song reccomendation; water fountain - alec benjamin

it had been about a week ago, when a mysterious stranger showed up in your village. nobody knew who he was or where he came from, but he appeared like he just wanted to help. at first you where suspicious of his intents, but over time you grew to like him. a lot. and he also showed particular interest in you. you didn’t know what it was, but there was something about him, so familiar, that made you feel so safe. you had asked him if it was possible you two had met before. he smiled. “in another life maybe.” 

days passed, and as he helped rebuilt your village from the tragedies it had seen, it became more and more clear that he wasn’t here to stay. 

 “but why? why can’t you stay a little longer? what is pulling you from here?”

you had asked with teary eyes, when he told you he was leaving the next morning. 

“I have places upon places, that I still need to visit. people upon people, that I still need to meet. there are countless of tales that I still need to tell. I’m sorry Y/N, but I promise you we’ll meet again.” 

“how do you know?” you asked.

a single tear trickles down his cheek. 

“I just do.” 

the next morning you found yourself wandering off to the beach. a place you and Karl had made countless memories. enough for a lifetime. you where grateful for the times you got to spend with him. but you can’t help but wonder, how things would’ve turned out if he had stayed. there was so much you still didn’t understand. he said it wasn’t your fault, but yet you felt the bitter feeling of guilt in your stomach. your mind gets cloudy with thoughts.  so many “what if”s and “if only”s. 

a strong breeze brushed past you, goosebumps raised on your arms and neck. a melancholic feeling washed over you. it was really over. a time that had felt like a dream. well, to be honest, was there really any proof that it wasn’t?

you decided to head home. as you gathered yourself and got up, a familiar figure appeared in the misty dunes. something that could only be a mirage. your brain playing tricks on you. 

Karl

the wind gently brushed through his hair. a smile appeared on his face, one that felt so genuine and familiar. it had to be real. 

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.” 

[anarchiststories]

300 FOLLOWER EVENT!

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[dramaticsnakes]

Ficlet about c!Karl

Karl loved Sapnap. It was one of the things he was undeniably certain of. He cared about Kinoko Kingdom, and Sapnap was with him, and he loved it. It was everything to him.

He had history with Sapnap. He remembered L’Manberg, his rings…

Rings…

His ring. The ring he had with Sapnap.

So, when Sapnap invited a murderer into his home, Karl accepted it. It was momentary. He just had to show him around. He would talk to Sapnap about it later.

There was a strange draw towards the man. Towards Quackity. A strange resonance to the name…

And Karl realized with an uncharacteristic clarity, that Quackity must’ve known the draw was there. The warmth. The dissonance. Because Quackity was speaking as if he knew him. Speaking of… Memories.

Building houses in L’Manberg. El Rapids…

Death.

Dying at the hands of Quackity. Quackity who was smiling and talking as if he knew him.

It sent a shiver down Karl’s spine, and he turned pale. He pulled Sapnap aside, because he loved Sapnap, hastily said he needed to talk to him, his façade almost falling apart right in front of the murderer, who was in their home. Who was invading the safe and peaceful place Karl had built. Invading it with a warmth that went beyond Karl’s understanding.

Sapnap looked confused.

Why would he be confused?

Did he not understand? This man, was the reason Karl had died.

Quackity came upstairs with them. He looked betrayed.

Was Sapnap falling for it?

Karl wanted to pull his own hair out. He was shaking. A murderer was in his home, and Sapnap wasn’t listening. Was saying Karl should stop joking, his eyes growing increasingly desperate.

The murderer was shouting. Shouting about memories Karl did not have. Sapnap was passively agreeing. This is Quackity.

Karl didn’t know Quackity. Quackity talked as if he knew Karl, deeply. Personally.

Why would Sapnap ever allow someone to come there and toy with him like that?

Karl wanted to scream. Perhaps he did.

He needed the murderer gone. Needed the unbearable warmth to go away.

What’s wrong with you?

What’s wrong with me?

Something was so incredibly wrong.