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Started March 22, 2021 by @ElderGodSeeba petsbing bing 🐸

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Me want content and i also would like to force my thoughts onto others

CORPSE CATT CORPSE CATT

pov: im inserting Corpse into the lore because I miss him

• NECROMANSOR CORPSE
• He makes potions in the woods and sells them to people
• His potions are humane and aren't any form of drugs, so he gets away with it
• He's also quite underground, so not many people know about him.
• The people who know where he lives is George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, Dream and Tubbo
• The only people who really visit him are Karl and Tubbo
• He plays around with the theory of revival/the revival book, he conducts experiments with fish and bats to see if he can bring them back to life, similar to curing a zombie villager
• He's very mad scientist like
• He also closely studies the multiverse theory and time travel
• He's one of the only people who know about Karls ability (along with Quackity, Dream, Bad and Connor)
• Once he was like "Hey Karl do you believe in time travel?" and Karl was like "sir,,"

O o O O o
SEEBA YOU ALWAYS AMAZE ME WITH YOUR THOUGHT PASTA!!

THANK YOU REE YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND

YES I AM REE

• Once he was like "Hey Karl do you believe in time travel?" and Karl was like "sir,,"

Corpse: Hey Karl, do you… believe in time travel?
Karl, his head rotating a full 180 degrees like an owl: I thought you'd never ask

"Do you believe in time travel?"
Karl, trying to be secretive: What is time?

CellarTime? I barely know her!

I'm feeling nastolgic for a few months ago so I'm re-watching wilburs dream smp vids

I've made Reed suffer enough today so I present you with this:

Karl tells stories to Quackity and Sapnap to help them sleep, and when Karl's tired, Quackity sings and sometimes plays guitar instead

You're off my shit list, for now

Save my spot, I'll be back on there soon

IM A SLUT FOR KARLNAPITY

Them sittin on a hill, karls head on saps lap as they listen to Q ramble in about his latest adventures with bbh. Karl slowly slips into a light sleep as sap scratches his scalp, listening to his lovers laugh and exchange love-bitten words

I l o v e that

oh and I'm writing a fic, if y'all wanna read it?

It's a psych ward found family au from Tubbo's point of view (Tho 'm thinking about having some of the bench trio have some povs)

It's called Lukewarm by Fromunderthehill on Ao3

Them sittin on a hill, karls head on saps lap as they listen to Q ramble in about his latest adventures with bbh. Karl slowly slips into a light sleep as sap scratches his scalp, listening to his lovers laugh and exchange love-bitten words

I love how with headcanons for these three you go right from one extreme to the other and Reed and I are just along for the ride

We go from: sweet and healthy relationships straight to pure angst

ANGST TIME WHEEEEEY

So there's a distinct lack of SapNap lore and a fair amount of Karl and Quackity lore soo

• Sapnap sits alone at the dinner table, the stew he had made for him and his loves slowly going cold as the hour's pass. His eyes sore from silently crying, he yawns and rests his head heavily on the surface, slowly drifting to sleep.
• Q arrives first, hanging up his coat and stretching from his far journey. He's far later than he said he'd be, but time is cruel and unpredictable. He enters the kitchen to see the younger boy fast asleep, cold stew sat on the stove. "Sap," he whispers, running his scarred hands over his shoulders, "Wake up, that position looks uncomfortable." Sap wakes reluctantly, glancing up at his partner. Silently, shoves Qs hands off his shoulder and stands, sinking off to the bedroom, clearly giving him the cold shoulder. Q sighs and pulls out his phone, sending Karl a desperate whisper to come home soon, before joining Sap in the bed, a large empty space separating the two as they wait for the third man to come a fill it. Yet he never does
  He doesn't come home.

God damn it nO

HAHA ASH YOUR SPOT OF BEING THE ANGST BRINGER HATH BEEN REPLACED

NOT FOR LONG

I DOUBT IT FUCKO

TRY ME
Quackity finally gets home, but by then the sun is rising and the house is dark, with dirty dishes left in the sink, and a note on the table reading 'went on a walk.' He immediately goes on the path that the three often hiked on, not even bothering to set his things down, and eventually finds Sapnap alone, asleep under a tree overlooking a pond, with tears on his cheeks. Quackity sits beside him, quietly playing his guitar until a light rain starts falling, at which point he wakes Sap up as he starts to shiver. Sapnap looks up, and smiles softly, but Quackity can see the sadness in his eyes. The two lean against each other in silence for a while, before Sap finally speaks. "Is Karl…?" Quackity only shakes his head in reply, his eyes downcast. A single tear escapes the corner of Sapnap's eye as he silently stands up, dusting himself off, and starts heading back home. Quackity quickly gathers his things and starts on the path behind him. As Quackity's exhausted from the journey and still carrying his things, he arrives at home quite a while after Sapnap, and enters the bedroom to find his partner curled up in bed on top of the blankets, holding Karl's pillow close as he cries silently. Quackity, not knowing what to do, sits down on the bed and pulls out his guitar, playing a quiet melody until Sap falls back asleep. He then gently wipes the tears from Sapnap's cheeks, and falls asleep beside him, praying that Karl comes home soon.

Hours pass, days; yet no sign of the caramel boy. They walk the SMP looking for him, Quackity even shutting down the casinos. They hand out posters and climb trees. They search everywhere from Corpses house deep in the woods to Pandoras vault, yet not even a part of him remains, it's as if he's just vanished.

Three nights later, standing in the bathroom mirror, it hits him. It hits him hard. Karls been missing for the better half of a week. He stared into his darkened brown eyes, and wonder is he could've done something different. If he had just stayed in the cabinet instead of going off on his own. He criticises everything he's ever done, from childhood to the very moment he stood in now.

And he sobbed

He fell to his knees and cried. He cries so hard he was dry heaving by the end. He hated it. He hated him. He hated himself. Slowly rising to his feet, he opened the bathroom door to a sleeping sapnap, wrapped up in one of Karls old hoodies, Karls pillow squeezed firmly in between his arms, a desperate attempt to fill the hole his lover once did. He walked to the edge of the bed, pulling and some or the boys messy black hair to reveal his forehead, creased with worry, even in his sleep. Quackity pulled back, admiring the sleeping boy from afar, before bending back down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. He scribbled a haste note on the same paper sapnap did, except his was longer, messier.

He grabbed his jacket and made a beeline to the door, not daring to look back in fear he would develop an overwhelming guilt.