#smp quackity

[artlesscomedic]

i should sleep

have more

[peasandpinkshirts]

how did the dsmp lore go from "british people quoting hamilton" to "man violates the geneva conventions"

[matt-w-blogging]

Quackity: Hola a todos este es mi mejor amigo Bad, le encanta jurar y decir cosas como chingas, enséñale algunas palabrotas en Español—

Quackity también: ¡Ay, dios mío, Dan, lo siento mucho! ¡Olvidé que hiciste contenido familiar y ahora todos estamos jurando! ! ¡Tu imagen! ¡Lo siento mucho!

Verdaderamente la dualidad del hombre

[gaybutterflynerd]

Fundy is more useful to Quackity then some people may realize for one thing: loyalty. As long he continues to see Quackity as his friend and Quackity keeps giving him the support he craves Fundy has shown time and time again that he will follow someone and go to great lengths to please them. Also he has no outside support systems, and Quackity’s trying to get him to let go of all his attachments not related to Las Nevadas. Quackity can pigeon-hole Fundy into a corner extremely easily and get him to do almost anything he needs him to with little pushback. He is most certainly a very very useful piece to have.

Also as a side note, I’m guessing that’s also why he’s encouraging Fundy to act on his own ideas, and do bigger projects. Quackity probably recognizes the fact that Fundy will go to insane lengths to please, and knows if Fundy is given a little encouragement he Will singlehandedly take on projects that can have an immense benefit to him. I mean think of how useful the Spy diary was, and just how much Fundy put into it.

Even if he isn’t the best fighter or builder, he’s a piece with almost no drawbacks. Fundy is overall a bigger asset than people realize.

[dreamsclock]

KARLNAPITY FICLET

because i love these three + they deserve a happy ending :D i listened to agnes by the glass animals while writing this so if you wanna do that too go ahead !!

disclaimer: this is set in the smp and is about the characters ,, quackity doesn’t like being shipped with his friends irl so i would never do that, same goes for sapnap + karl !! :]

warnings: i don’t think there are any !!

“I’m in love,” Sapnap tells Karl excitedly one day, flopping down beside him on the couch and turning to him earnestly, “head over heels.”

Karl tries not to laugh. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sapnap nods gravely. “With the prettiest man on the planet.”

“Tell me about him,” Karl teases, kicking his legs up over Sapnap’s lap and ignoring his feigned grumbles, “what’s he like? He sounds awesome.”

“Oh, he is. You haven’t ever seen a guy like him, Karl, trust me. He’s got this cute face you just want to kiss and he has the prettiest eyes and he does this thing where he gets all excited about something and starts rambling about it. I could listen to him talk for hours about anything.”

It’s hard to fight back a blush. Karl knocks his knee against Sapnap’s leg, lost for words. “...He sounds like a pretty lucky guy,” he says softly, “to have someone as sweet as you caring for him.”

Sapnap smiles at him, simple, earnest. “I think we’re both lucky.”

“Quackity!” Quackity says dramatically as he emerges from the next room, looking incredibly affronted. “I’m in love with the fucking hottest guy ever.”

Before Karl or Sapnap can reply, Quackity answers himself, putting on a higher pitched voice.

“Oh my God, really? What’s he like, Quackity?” He drops his voice again, draping himself over the couch with a sigh. “Well, Quackity, I am so glad you asked. He’s so smart and intelligent and pretty. Way prettier than any other man in the world. He’s a fucking lawyer and he’s building a casino so he’s so cool too. And he has a hot piece of ass, too. Did I mention he was pretty?”

“I think you might have mentioned that,” Sapnap smirks, but Karl gasps, hands flying to his mouth.

“Wait! I think I know who you’re talking about, Q!”

Quackity looks delighted, smugly shooting him a grin. “Oh yeah? Describe how good looking he is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Hm..” Karl hums, feigning confusion. “I dunno. I’d say like a seven, but-”

“A what.”

“-I think his most defining trait is being really dumb.”

His fiancé stares at him, expression flat. “You take that back right now, Karl Jacobs.”

Karl giggles, nervously. “Or what?” He dares.

Sapnap bursts into laughter when Quackity bursts into loud, noisy tears, turning his face away dramatically and burying it in the couch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Karl!” Quackity wails. “You’re so fucking mean to me every day, every single time I try to be romantic-”

“Romantic? You were talking about yourself, not me or Karl, you ass-”

“Every single time I try to be romantic, you fuck it up!”

Karl grins, scooping Quackity towards him and depositing him between Sapnap and himself on the couch. “You’re such a big baby,” he says fondly, “quit whining.”

Quackity stops his tears the moment he’s included, grinning smugly. “Go make me breakfast, Sapnap. Me and Karl are busy.”

Sapnap scowls. “I know damn well you didn’t just give me an order to make breakfast.”

“I want breakfast!” Quackity bats his eyelashes. “Don’t you loooove me?”

“Not with that fucking attitude-”

“Sapnap! You’re such an asshole, I hate you, I hate you, I’ll start crying-”

“I’ll start crying, then-”

Karl turns away to hide his laughter, tears in his eyes. “Look, look, I’ll go and make breakfast,” he grins, getting to his feet, “I’ll do it, if you’ll both stop complaining.”

“Karlos, el amor de mi vida-”

“Q, I swear to God…” Stifling the urge to swat him, Karl gets up with an amused sigh, heading into the kitchen and humming a tune he’d heard Sapnap sing last night. They’d had a karaoke session, impromptu, as was everything they did, with Quackity playing and Sapnap singing and Karl watching, so painfully in love with the two men in his house. Their house. His heart still skips a beat thinking about it. He’s not alone anymore - he’s not struggling to catch up with things, he’s not flitting between Manburg and Pogtopia in an attempt to find someone who cares - he’s at home, with people he loves and in a place he loves. He’s home.

The kitchen is cold and colder still on his bare feet. Shivering and wrapping his arms around him, Karl sticks toast in the toaster, jumping up to sit on the counter to wait—

—And stumbles, losing his balance in a dusty hall. His head spins, reeling from the sudden jump through time, and he has to steady himself against the wall, breathing heavy. Where is he?

More accurately, when is he?

Before he sets off down the hall to explore, he gets a vague sense of distress. He should be somewhere else right now, he thinks, with another person. With two people. Shutting his eyes and frowning, he does his best to conjure up a picture of what he’d been doing just before the time travel.

He gets nothing, and shrugs it off.

It had probably been nothing important anyway.

[adhdcoolatta]

techno, watching the lava drop in prison: Oh! quackity, its just you! i thought it was somebody important!

sick burn, bro!!

[shr00mr4t]

Your honor their fiance's 🙄🤲💓

[mackdizzy]

im still a little mad