Girls Night..................................................................

Invader Zim Steel Ball Run??

Zosan Germa Prince au Masterlist

Where Sanji grew up in Germa, things changed and now he must face the fate he has always been avoiding, boarding the Thousand Sunny as bait to take down Vinsmoke Judge once and for all.

Comic comissions

Parte 1

Parte 2

Parte 3

Parte 4

Parte 5

Parte 6

Parte 7

Parte 8

Parte 9 + Parte 9 (2/2)

Parte 10

Parte 11

Ok as promised toxic tnt duo. Disclaimer: this is very toxic duh and meant to show the characters at their most damaging to each other. These are the characters views of each other not my veiws of them. We Cool? Cool

Tw: Implied/ referenced suicide, suicide being thrown in someone’s face, physical violence, Implied drinking issues, slut shaming, unintentional victim blaming and everything c!tnt duo is.

Wilbur hummed, taking a drag from his cigarette. “No need to be so cold big Q. I mean you seemed pretty attached to me last night-.”

Quackity stiffened. “Last night was a mistake.” He said curtly. Wilbur laughed before he could stop himself. “You can’t just act like it was a hookup or something . You hugged me, sobbed hysterically and then threw up on my boots. Those where really good boots by the way.” Quackity’s wings flared, a sure sign he was annoyed. “I know what happened, I was there. You can fuck off now. I’m sure you have a busy day of manipulating children and kicking puppies to get to.”

And this was where Wilbur should stop. He had gotten what he wanted after all, a reaction, those coal dark eyes focused only on him, anger flaring up to meet his own, fire on fire. If Wilbur was smart he would back off before he got burned. But Wilbur had never been smart when it came to Quackity. “Don’t worry Q there's nothing to be ashamed of.” He said, sugar sweet. “Everyone has mental breakdowns. I mean drinking yourself to death might not be the healthiest way to deal. You know that reminds me of someone-.” Quackity stood in single motion hands on the wood of his desk, eyes on Wilbur. “Don’t fucking go there Soot. You wanna spend the day in my office? Fine you can have it, I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

Quackity stalked past Wilbur heading for the door. Halfway there he paused speaking over his shoulder. “ You know next time you bitch about everyone liking ghostbur more than you, maybe think about why that is hmm?” Wilbur blinked, the words stung more than he expected. He quickly stepped in front of the other. “Come on Quackity. Relax.”

“Or what?” There was a strange note in the others voice and for the first time Wilbur noticed how tense Quackity was, the way his eyes darted between Wilbur and the door and he realized how dumb it had been to plant himself between Quackity and the only exit. “What are you gonna do Wilbur pitch a fucking fit and blow this place sky high?” Wilbur flinched before he could stop himself. “L’ Manberg needed to be blown up Quackity all it did was hurt-.”

“Bullshit!” Quackity was in his face now standing on tiptoes to look into Wilbur’s eyes and on any other day it would have been funny. “You lost L’Manberg and decided that if you couldn’t have it, nobody could! We won Wilbur! Schlatt was dead. We got our home back and you blew it up and then you weren’t even man enough to deal with the consequences.”

There was a shocked silence in the wake of Quackity’s words like Quackity had even surprised himself saying them. Wilbur thought he saw something like a regret flash over the others face but it was gone in a heartbeat, too quick to catch and Wilbur was already filled with anger and adrenaline. “Our home Quackity? When was it ever yours?” He got a sick satisfaction in the way Quackity flinched. “Actually, actually let's backtrack.” Wilbur laughed loudly and the sound was empty of humor. “Why did L’ Manberg get to be where it needed to be blown up, hmmm?” Quackity drew himself up. “Bullshit that wasn’t my-.”

“Wasn't your fault?” Wilbur cut in. “Is that what your boyfriends told you? The one who fought on Dreams' side from the beginning and the other who sided with Manberg. Yes, they're very objective I’m sure. We all know you were the only reason Schlatt got into power, because you used that stunning face of yours-.” He reached for Quackity only for the other to slap his hand away hard. “Don’t fucking touch me Wilbur-.” Wilbur raised his voice. “You used that stunning face of yours to gain votes and laughed as Tommy and I were exiled. As I was murdered and hunted down like an animal.”

Quackity rolled his eyes. “That’s a real nice way of saying you ran off to start a little rebellion in the woods. Gods forbid you lose with grace! No, you had to pitch a fit about it and drag Tommy and Tubbo into it to fight your battle just like you always do. They were kids-.”

Wilbur snarled. How dare Quackity pretend he knew anything about Pogtopia. “Don’t act like a hero Quackity.” He snapped. “What did you ever do to protect Tubbo? Nothing. You rolled over for Schlatt at the first chance you got.”

Quackity clenched his fists like he was going to swing at Wilbur only to back up a moment later. “I did protect Tubbo. I tried so hard to protect him, you have no idea what I had to do-.” Wilbur laughed. “Right, you tried so hard Tubbo got executed while you stood on stage and watched.” Quackity drew back. “You-you know Wilbur?” Have you ever considered that maybe you weren't the great president you thought you were? Ever thought that maybe there was a reason your own people didn’t vote for you? That maybe even then you were a fucking failure just like you are now.”

Wilbur couldn't hide his flinch, he stepped away as if the words had thrown him back. Quackity grinned cold and vicious and Wilbur lost any self control he might have had.

“You wanna talk about bad leaders, Quackity? Let's talk about your Vice Presidency. Manberg fell in months and gods only know you where useless before then. You know it's a miracle Schlatt didn’t fire you on the first day. It really makes me wonder. Well you know what you were bringing to his table.” Quackity, went still smile gone, turning pale. Wilbur got a sick joy in knowing that he had gotten under the other’s skin. Affected him enough to see it in every line of his body and every breath he spoke. “Wha- What exactly are you implying Wilbur?” Wilbur shrugged innocently. “Don’t play coy Quackity. I mean you're a very beautiful man. And Schlatt made it clear that he was fond of your um assets.” There was a long silence and Wilbur added. “To be clear, Quackity I’m saying you got the Vice Presidency because you f-.”

Quackity hit him and Wilbur felt his nose break with a crack. The pain was a shock to his system, a pleasant rush and as Quackity tackled him to the floor and hit him again Wilbur couldn't help but laugh because he was alive, he was bleeding, heart beating, lungs working. There was another human body touching his, sharp bones and white hot skin pressing together. Wilbur reached up and grabbed Quackity’s wrists to avoid getting punched again. It just made the other fight harder, kicking at his legs. Wilbur finally hit back knocking him over only for Quackity knee him in the gut sending Wilbur crashing on top of him.

They rolled over and over on the floor like wolf pups fighting instead of two grown men. Wilbur was laughing and Quackity was screaming and swearing at him but Wilbur couldn't make out the words over the blood in his mouth and the pounding of Quackity’s heart as their chests pressed together. Wilbur didn’t hear the door open but he did hear the sound of shattering glass and an angry voice “What in all the hells are you two doing?”

cw: nsfw ;)

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these two is the type of therapy i never thought i needed

homestuck penis ouija: tntduo edition

QUACKITY: Ok8y, look, it’s perfectly simple.  KAHRRL: oh NO you ARE not DRAWING another SHIPPING grid DUDE QUACKITY: No no no, it’s not 8 grid, just 8 schedule.  KAHRRL: look WE’VE already ESTABLISHED that YOU’RE going TO end UP flushed FOR everyone JUST deal WITH it QUACKITY: No no no I’m gonna m8ke this WORK WILBUR: No, that’s a grid. You’re drawing a god damn grid. This is a shipping grid.  QUACKITY: Ok8y LOOK HERE QUACKITY: These 8re the d8ys of the week. We e8ch h8ve rows for those d8ys 8nd we c8n dr8w 8 he8rt, sp8de, or di8mond for 8ny given d8y.  QUACKITY: M8ybe even 8 club since K8hrrl 8nd I 8re in the m8rket for 8 new 8uspictice KAHRRL: OH my GOD QUACKITY: Th8t w8y, we know wh8t’s up in 8dv8nce 8nd c8n 8void 8ny possible conflicts. 

WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down.  QUACKITY: Hey, cut it out! Don’t touch me! WILBUR: Do not draw a shipping grid, do NOT do it.  QUACKITY: It’s not 8 shipping grid, you bulge ch8fing fuck8ss!  WILBUR: You are not drawing a shipping grid to organize our fucking dating lives.  WILBUR: That is— that is some bullshit, man.  WILBUR: Absolute bullshit, I will not stand for it

QUACKITY: This is not 8 shipping grid, this is 8 schedule to org8nize our qu8dr8nts! It’s 8 useful tool! WILBUR: You’re not drawing anything that even REMOTELY resembles a grid.  WILBUR: Do not draw an arrangement of squares or otherwise interlocking polygons QUACKITY: LET GO!!!!!!!! KAHRRL: oh MY god WILBUR: You will not draw a spreadsheet for the purpose of allocating mine and Kahrrl’s time spent with a potential mutual boyfriend.  WILBUR: That is exactly the shit I do not want to see  QUACKITY: Oh look, I just drew 8 squ8re! Get re8dy to see 8 lot more of those! WILBUR: No stop WILBUR: Do not draw any more squares I swear to god! WILBUR: Do not draw any quadrilaterals or trapezoids or rectangles or fucking n-drangles and especially as fuck not any god damned RHOMBUSES  WILBUR: I don’t want to see your lines making ANY right angles, do you understand? QUACKITY: Oh look 8nother squ8re! 8 bit wobbly but it’ll do.  WILBUR: That is the perfect example of what you should NOT be drawing.  QUACKITY: W8 here it comes! My first “ship” going into the squ8re! WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down! QUACKITY: OW! Wh8t is your problem? WILBUR: Does Sapnap know you’re doing this? QUACKITY: He will! WILBUR: How presumptuous of you to think he might be okay with being tossed into your bullshit shipping grid just because you decided to be “normal human boyfriends” now QUACKITY: Well I h8ven’t put his n8me on the grid yet, h8ve I? WILBUR: I am absolutely stunned that he understands human romance better than you do. Put the pen down, you’re messing up Ranboo’s book. 

QUACKITY: No! WILBUR: Do it QUACKITY: You suck! WILBUR: I haven’t sucked a single thing in my life what are you on about QUACKITY: You smell! WILBUR: Don’t talk to me about rank smells when you smell like a— like a fucking barn!  WILBUR: Yeah, I said it! QUACKITY: My lusus dr8gged in things th8t smelled better th8n you! QUACKITY: 8nd everything he brought home w8s either 8 de8d 8nim8l or liter8l feces! WILBUR: Yeah well that’s dumb and stupid just like you now gimme the pen QUACKITY: No, it’s mine now. I’m keeping it.  WILBUR: Quackity! Whoa, man what are you doing? WILBUR: Why are you drawing all these human dicks? WILBUR: How do you even know what they look like? What have you been watching??  QUACKITY: I 8M NOT DR8WING THOSE! YOU’RE M8KING ME DR8W THEM, STOP TH8T!!!!!!!! WILBUR: No way, this book is now like…  WILBUR: Our fight fueled ouija board of cock QUACKITY: 88888888RGH STOP!  QUACKITY: DON'T  QUACKITY: NO FUCK  QUACKITY: OK NO  QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE  QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE!!!! DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T!  WILBUR: Are you sure man? WILBUR: See, that’s the spooky thing about penis ouija. You can never be sure who did the dicks.  WILBUR: Was it you or me or maybe a ghoooost??? QUACKITY: GIVE ME B8CK THE PEN! WILBUR: What? No, this is a fucking masterpiece.  WILBUR: We have to see this through.  WILBUR: We’re running out of room. Hey Kahrrl, can you turn the page for us?

QUACKITY: 88888888HHHHHH!!!!!!!! QUACKITY: This 8lterc8ion is becoming uncomfort8bly physic8l, get the FUCK 8w8y from me!!!!!!!! WILBUR: What the hell are you talking about? QUACKITY: You know EX8CTLY wh8t I’m t8lking 8bout!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Oh, shut up and draw another penis.  QUACKITY: You don’t even underst8nd the soci8l implic8ions of 8ll this hostile touching 8nd gr8bbing, do you? QUACKITY: THIS IS SO CLE8RLY C8LIGINOUS SOOT, JUST 8CKNOWLEDGE IT!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Well, if you want to look at it that way, then be my guest.  WILBUR: This is a common human ritual, don’t you know? It means we literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about each other. I don’t care about what you think is happening here.  QUACKITY: GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Stop biting my jacket.  QUACKITY: FUFCK NYOUF.  WILBUR: We’ve really made a masterpiece here today, Quackity. You should be proud of yourself QUACKITY: OK8Y, TH8T’S IT. I’M FUCKING SICK OF THIS!

WILBUR: What? WILBUR: WHOA SHIT QUACKITY: His Honour8ble Tyr8nny h8s sentenced you to life in j8cket prison. WILBUR: HNFNGMGNHNFN WILBUR: KAHRRL HELP KAHRRL: SORRY man IM not MEDIATING this F*CKING trash FIRE youre ON your OWN

gotta pay back nami's debt somehow

NEW POST CONTINUING THIS THREAD of this stupid AU thing

This is a Jojo’s reference?

Look I’m not saying it….

BUT….

c!tntduo

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