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quackity was having one of his 'normal' nights, getting yelled at by his dad and sobbing into his pillow after. but this time, he got a call from someone trying to talk to him about something random. he cried and told his story to the person and they listened. the mystery man soon to be named as wilbur asked for quackitys number to check in everyday, and now maybe quackity has something, someone, to look forward to in life. তততততততততততত highest ranks: #4 on alexquackity #11 on karlnap #1 on quackbur

Wilbur struggled his whole life with overwhelming expectations. He felt as though he would never be good enough, he felt like a screw up. When screw up meets screw up, can they fix each other? Or will they just become a dumpster fire of trauma? This is my attempt at writing first person, I strongly prefer writing third person stories. But I thought it'd be fun to give this a try! This is a quackbur story that is pretty angsty. I'll put TW/CW when necessary. ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ This story contains: -Swearing -Constant use of alcohol -Abuse -S/h -suggested sex -make out scenes -su!c!de

Quackity, a priest, investigates the mysterious, almost paranormal, happenings that have been going on in Church Prime, and ends up summoning a demon. An attractive demon. Named Wilbur. CWs for this book: Religious trauma, heavy gore/violence, brief mentions of s/h, sexual references

Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)

Quackity just wanted a cup of coffee after his last place got caught in the crossover of a gang war. Why is the owner of his new favorite place surrounded by blood? Or: Wilbur is a chaotic evil coffee shop owner and Quackity is a very confused mafia boss who just wanted some coffee.

These two fruity assholes have taken over my life now, and I'm about to make it everyone's problem. So here's my collection of oneshots and little story bits. Insert your obligatory "this is about the characters, not the content creators" here. Don't ship real people and keep in mind that I'm writing about the characters, and purely the characters. (Art not mine ((Obviously))) If you have any questions about any of these AUs, feel free to ask me about them! I love answering questions about them. And if you spot something that I should add to the warnings, let me know so I can add them!

Idea from myundeadgayson on tumblr! I changed a few things and added even more but the original idea is by them! Tw for smoking, mentions of death, swearing, and all the things that come with a murder mystery and mafia au! The two biggest organized crime groups did not get along, to say the least. The Las Nevadas Mafia and the Syndicate were far from the best of friends. But, through a tangled web of corrupt police chiefs, blackmail, and an unaccounted murder, the new bosses of each group, Quackity and Wilbur, are forced to work together to keep both of their respective mobs out of prison. And hey, why not throw a wager in there as well? Originally posted on ao3 by myself! Cover art by @brrxmbll If the artist sees this and wants the art changed I'll obviously change it :D

"My thorns grew thick on my stem, slicing deep into your shaking palm, your hands of hatred grasping onto my fragile body. As the blood seeped down your hands you began to feel sour; For I was a pretty blooming red rose, and you were the gardener who never could find beauty in a flower." ------ This is a sequel to "Blue Looks Better On Flowers" Though you don't necessarily need to read it to understand what's happening in this book. ------- Quackity runs for president during an adrenaline rush, not actually thinking of the consequences of his ruthless actions. Schlatt, his boyfriend of 3 months, decides he would help him with the presidency, deciding that they would combine their votes, making it easier on the already distressed Alexis Quackity. They didn't expect to win, but alas, they did. They both have more money and power than they'd ever wish for. Schlatt's arrogant personality clashes with Quackity's more calm personality, mixed with the stress of running an entire country, they clashed constantly. For the first few months, it was going well, though, after that, Schlatt began getting more and more manipulative, as the power was running to his head. Not only did he think he had power, but he did have power. Quackity being sent through a cycle of emotional trauma, terrified. He's convinced his friends hate him and he's paranoid to reach out. Will he break from the binds of his husband, or will he fall to his death at the hands of his lover? Or even fall by his own hands from suicide? Only time can tell before he ends up mentally breaking.

"Quackity?" I spin around, tackling him and tumbling roughly into the wall behind us. I pin his wrist down, tears dropping onto his soon-to-be crimson shirt. I can almost see the blood seeping out of the wounds I intend to slice into his skin. His pupils dilate as he clutches the dagger's hilt before it meets the vulnerable flesh of his neck. "Quackity drop the fucking knife," Wilbur hisses, gritting his teeth. My eyes widen as my grip loosens on the blade and his wrist, the knife clattering out of my grasp as I stare at him. I dip down, sensing the tension hovering between us, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. From where sit straddling his waist, I see his face soften at the sight of my dishevelment. "What are you so afraid of?" he whispers gently. * * * Synopsis: Behind closed doors, a casino isn't all glittering lights and card games. It's made of traitors and cheaters... Quackity has always stood in other's shadows, cast out from countries, betrayed by those whom he loved, and laughed at by those whom he thought he could trust. The moment he creates an empire of his own, however, suddenly everyone wants a piece of their own, and it seems as if they'll stop at nothing for a taste of power. On the night of Las Nevadas' grand opening, a traitor threatens to tear down everything Quackity has built, and it seems as if the only one whom he can trust is a man who has an interesting relationship with matches and TNT. Cover art is mine! CW/TW: language, smut, blood/gore, weapons, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive/ toxic relationships, substance abuse, anxiety attacks, sexual assault, assault, character death, vomiting/ nausea, etc. Viewer discretion advised.