been trying to improve at backgrounds so here’s some quick sketches of exile

It’s his birthday, be nice to him

Here’s a clip from a scrapped animatic that I WILL remake one day I swear on it

BTW the song is How to Be Alone by John-Allison Weiss

dude its the fookin guys

Also gorcrats @genlossicle on 1k!

Quick redraw

Family bonding

a series of comics about the time where flora is left alone with clive

I will never mentally shut up about how L'manberg was made in protest to brutality done by Sapnap and co, standing in defiance of someone in more armor and resources then tommy and wilbur had ever seen and them going "no, that doesnt mean you get to make the rules we're not doing anything wrong, you don't get to say we are just because you're stronger" and how they held onto that point until the very strongest in the land looked at this country of no armor and attempts at peace and went "how dare they not be as strong as us yet try and be equal to us and say that we were wrong for what we did to them" and bombed them to fucking bedrock, and even THEN when the physical L'manberg broke, as long as Tommy was there, as long as Tommy was fighting, L'manberg never truly died.

Tommy kept saying "no, i was wronged, i don't care that you're stronger then me, you still wronged me." Perhaps over time, the sentiment grew more bitter, but to the very end Tommy stood for L'manberg and stood for equality amongst players and factions, said "no you don't get to always win" Like I'm a L'manberg defender to my dying breath, you can't change my mind on that ever.

Here ya go inniters

Claim your August 4th drama userbox here

OHHHH THEY'RE NOT GONNA LIKE THIS ONE

GET BEHIND ME TOMMY!!

3 time redraw of a VERY old au i made with a freind (old versions under the cut). Gist is ctommy plamn to kill cdream in the prison worked but sam panicked and locked tommy in there justifying well I NEED A NEW PRISONER!!!! so ghostbur n tommy were stuck. andthen cdreams ghost shows up wompwomp

THIS SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A COOL AU

The sillies :]

q!tntduo- claustrophobia

Tallulah didn’t like small spaces. Everyone on the island knew that.

So, that’s what El Quackity took advantage of when The Federation ordered him to teach Wilbur a lesson. 

“Tallulah!” El Quackity exclaimed as he stepped through the gate and into Tallulah’s garden. “I have a surprise for you.” The small girl’s face lit up, and she ran towards El Quackity. She seemed to be a sweet girl, but El Quackity had no sympathy for her- he couldn’t afford to have sympathy for anyone- as he knew The Federation would just take advantage of it. Just like he was about to do to Wilbur. El Quackity shook his head in an effort to clear any semblance of guilt from his mind, and turned his attention back to Tallulah, who was now directly in front of him, her small ringed notepad held out towards him.

-Mr. Smiley Guy!- it read, in large cheerful letters. Right. That’s what Tallulah had called the original Quackity. El Quackity forced a small smile to his lips.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said again. The girl’s smile grew even wider, and she reached up to hold El Quackity’s hand.

She trusted him. No hesitation at all. El Quackity’s heart constricted slightly, but he did his best to ignore it. 

“It’s just in here,” he said, gesturing towards the small shed that Wilbur had built next to Tallulah’s garden in order to store her tools and extra seeds. That earned him a confused glance from Tallulah, but still not so much as a glimmer of distrust in her expression. It was endearing, but dangerous. She would never survive on her own with so much willingness to trust others. 

El Quackity pulled the key from his pocket, unlocked the shed door, and gestured for Tallulah to head inside.

“It’s just through there,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. An expression of unease flashed across Tallulah’s face, but still, she stepped into the cramped shed. She glanced around expectantly for a few seconds before turning back to face El Quackity, her confusion evident in her expression.

“Sorry,” El Quackity said with a slight shrug. “I lied.” 

With a grunt, he slammed the door shut in her face and shoved the key into the lock, snapping it at the shoulder to prevent the door from being opened from the inside. El Quackity chuckled as Tallulah pounded uselessly against the door. It was cruel, but if it made Wilbur obedient to The Federation, it had to be done. 

A choked sob echoed from the other side of the door as the pounding slowed. Poor girl. She gave up so easily- a shame, really. Too sweet for her own good. A soft rustling caught El Quackity’s attention, and he glanced down to see a small piece of paper being slid under the door. He bent down and picked it up, noting how it was slightly damp- presumably from Tallulah’s tears. Carefully, he unfolded it, and read the note written in shaky purple crayon.

-Mr. Quackity, I think you accidentally closed the door on me. Can you let me out?-

Accidentally. Even in this circumstance, Tallulah was still trying to look for the best in him.

-I don’t like small spaces. Papi says it’s called claustrophobia. Please let me out, I’m scared.-

El Quackity’s heart constricted slightly in his chest. He couldn’t afford to feel any type of guilt. The Federation would do god-knows-what to him if he failed this mission.

“Listen,” El Quackity said. “This isn’t personal, kid.” Tallulah sucked in a short panicked breath from the other side of the door. “I’m sorry.” El Quackity crumpled the letter up and dropped it down into the long grass. Wilbur would get the message. He’d never go against The Federation again, and El Quackity would never have to get near Tallulah again. He didn’t like how she got to him. How he’d had to fight back his emotions several times in the few minutes he’d spent with her. She was his weak spot, and he wasn’t sure exactly why. He just knew he wanted nothing to do with her. 

With a sigh, El Quackity walked away from the shed, Tallulah’s muffled sobs growing more distant as he did so. 

“Don’t fight this, Wilbur,” he muttered to himself as he dropped a small playing card with The Federation logo on it into Wilbur’s mailbox.

The brunette would get the message. He had to.

Otherwise, The Federation would ask El Quackity to do something much more drastic, something El Quackity wasn’t sure he’d be able to do.

~

El Quackity couldn’t concentrate. No matter what he did to distract himself, his mind wandered back to Tallulah, trapped inside that tiny shed all alone. He felt sick. His entire body felt tense, and he was jumping at every little noise. It was awful. He felt like shit.

Lost in thought, El Quackity wandered through the forest, occasionally stopping to pick up a rock or inspect one of the security cameras that The Federation had planted throughout the island. He went wherever his feet took him, not putting too much thought into which direction he walked. Eventually, he found himself standing outside the fence that surrounded Wilbur and Tallulah’s property. His eyes immediately landed on the small shed only a few metres from where he stood. 

Tallulah. Was she still in there? 

It had only been an hour since he’d locked her in. Had Wilbur come back yet? 

Carefully, he climbed over the fence and moved closer to the shed. A muffled sob from inside immediately answered all his questions. Tallulah was still stuck inside. El Quackity’s stomach twisted as guilt squeezed his heart. 

The Federation would kill him if he failed this mission- he had no doubt about that. 

But, Tallulah. Innocent, sweet Tallulah. She had nothing to do with this. She didn’t deserve to have her worst fears taken advantage of. It wasn’t fair. 

El Quackity gritted his teeth. He had to leave. He couldn’t afford to be caught here. Wilbur could return at any time. Another sob echoed from the shed, halting El Quackity in his tracks. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just leave her there. Not again.

Fuck whatever The Federation would do to him. That innocent girl in there didn’t deserve to suffer like this. El Quackity rushed towards the shed and grasped the lock in his hand.

“Tallulah?” he asked, as softly as he could. The girl’s muffled sobs abruptly stopped, as if someone had covered her mouth. “Are you okay in there?” He paused, waiting for her to slip a note under the door like last time, but no answer ever came. 

“Tallulah, I’ve come to get you out of there, sweetheart,” El Quackity tried as he carefully examined the lock. “I’m sorry I locked you in there- it was-.”

“You did what?”

~

El Quackity jumped at the loud voice behind him. He hadn’t heard Wilbur approach.

“Wilbur-.” The brunette’s expression was set in a stony glare.

“Get the fuck out of my way, Quackity,” he seethed. El Quackity flinched. He’d never seen Wilbur so angry before; not even when he’d been watching him on The Federation’s cameras. Wilbur was a calm person. He didn’t let his emotions get to him like this.

“Quackity, give me the fucking lock.” El Quackity’s eyes widened, and he quickly sidestepped out of the way as Wilbur ripped the lock from his hands.

“Tallulah?” Wilbur asked, his voice shockingly soft. “Honey, it’s Papa. I’m gonna get you out of there, okay? I know you’re scared, but you’re doing so well. It’s almost over.” El Quackity’s heart clenched slightly at the care that Wilbur held for his daughter. It reminded him of the way he’d watched the original Quackity care for Tilin- yet somehow this was ten times magnified. 

El Quackity watched as Wilbur yanked on the padlock, somehow snapping the shackle  cleanly in half and allowing the hatch attached to the door to swing open. 

“Tallulah, mi niña. It’s okay; I’m here,” Wilbur said, tearing open the door, his eyes widening as the sunlight fell on Tallulah’s small shaking form. It was even worse when she looked up, blinking against the bright light, her eyes rimmed red from crying and tear streaks running down her cheeks. 

“Tallulah!” Wilbur exclaimed as he rushed forward, falling to his knees onto the hard wooden floor of the shed. The small girl reached out for him, grasping at the soft fabric of his yellow sweater once he was within arm’s reach. 

“It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe,” Wilbur muttered over and over again, as he carefully scooped Tallulah up into his arms, cradling her against his chest, and using one hand to comb through the unruly brown hair that stuck out from under her beanie. The same hair that poked out from under Wilbur’s own beanie. El Quackity couldn’t help but notice the uncanny similarities between Tallulah and Wilbur. She really did look a lot like her father- just like the original Quackity had always said. 

El Quackity shook his head. Why was he still here? Wilbur was back, and El Quackity had delivered The Federation’s message- though not exactly in the way he’d intended to. He needed to go. He glanced back towards the pair, where Tallulah now had her notepad in hand, scribbling out what El Quackity assumed to be an abbreviated version of the events leading up to now. Wilbur kept glancing back and forth between Tallulah’s shaky writing and El Quackity, his expression shifting from bewilderment to anger to some other emotion that El Quackity couldn’t quite put a name to. All he knew was that he really didn’t want to be around once Wilbur had finally been told the whole story. 

With one last glance towards the pair,  El Quackity turned his back to them, and took a step towards the gate.

“Tallulah, darling,” Wilbur said firmly, the tone of his voice stopping El Quackity in his tracks. “Can you go inside for a moment? I’ll meet you there- I just need to have a word with Mr. Quackity first, okay?” El Quackity slowly turned back to face Wilbur, as Tallulah ran past him toward the house that Wilbur had built for her all those months ago. Once the small girl was out of earshot, Wilbur’s soft smile quickly dropped from his face.

“Quackity,” Wilbur started, his voice shaking with anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” El Quackity’s jaw clenched subconsciously. What would the original Quackity have said in this situation? He couldn’t let Wilbur catch onto The Federation’s bigger plan.

“It was just a joke,” he said, with what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug. Wilbur bristled.

“A joke? You thought that was funny? Quackity, you know she’s claustrophobic!” El Quackity winced.

“It was a bad joke,” he said hesitantly. Wilbur stepped forward.

“No shit. What has been up with you lately? You’ve been a complete asshole,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly, as he reached out to touch El Quackity’s cheek.

Of course, Wilbur would be the one to notice that something was off. 

“Sorry,” El Quackity said, stepping backwards and out of Wilbur’s reach. “I guess I’m just still upset about Tilin.” Wilbur’s expression slowly shifted from anger to something El Quackity couldn’t quite read..

“Really?” he asked distractedly, his fingers curling back into a loose fist at El Quackity’s reaction to his touch. Shit. Wilbur knew something was up. El Quackity needed to go- now. “Quackity, do you remember, just before I left for tour, when we had that picnic, and I told you that you could tell me anything?” Wilbur asked suddenly, his eyes still darting back and forth across El Quackity’s face, as if searching for something in his expression.

“Of course,” El Quackity lied. He didn’t remember a picnic in the hours of security footage that The Federation had made him watch- but if Wilbur was mentioning it, it must have been important. “And, I’m sorry. I just don’t think I’m ready to talk about anything right now.” Wilbur’s eyes widened, and in one fluid motion, he sent El Quackity crashing backwards into the wall of the shed. 

“We never had a picnic before I left for tour.” 

Fuck. El Quackity let out a hiss of pain as Wilbur bundled his fist in the fabric of El Quackity’s jacket and pulled him slightly forwards. 

 “Who the fuck are you, and where is my Quackity?”

~

El Quackity’s heart sank. Of course, Wilbur knew. Why wouldn’t he? He was the only person on the server who knew the original Quackity well enough to notice a slight change in personality. 

“Wilbur?” he whispered, contorting his face into what he hoped was a convincing enough expression of pure confusion. “What are you talking about?” The brunette shook his head, clearly unsatisfied with El Quackity’s performance.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he hissed. El Quackity was taken aback by the venom in his voice, and decided to shift to a different strategy. Everything wasn’t lost yet. He could still save this.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” El Quackity spat, attempting to push Wilbur off of him. “What do you mean ‘your Quackity?’ I am Quackity! Who else could I possibly be?” Wilbur barred his teeth. 

“Why don’t you tell me, asshole?” His grip was surprisingly strong; no matter how much El Quackity struggled, he couldn’t seem to push him off. 

Fuck.

El Quackity was stuck. If he didn’t get out of here soon, he could potentially blow The Federation’s entire operation. He had to save this somehow. He had to pin it on someone else. Someone like the original Quackity. 

Wilbur obviously knew something was off- just not what exactly. El Quackity could use that to his advantage. He could pretend that he was still the original Quackity- just under some sort of mind control.

“The Federation sends their regards,” El Quackity said after a moment, hoping the statement would be enough to catch Wilbur off-guard. The brunette’s eyes widened, and his grip on El Quackity’s jacket loosened slightly.

“The Federation?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “What the fuck do you mean?” El Quackity forced an emotionless look to his face as he mechanically pushed forwards, trying to wriggle out of Wilbur’s grip.

“That’s classified.” A muscle in Wilbur’s jaw twitched, and his entire expression seemed to harden. 

“Fine,” Wilbur said coldly, curling his fists into El Quackity’s jacket once more, as he shoved him back against the wall. “You don’t want to tell me? That’s fine.” El Quackity had never seen the brunette so angry before. Not even when the original Quackity had vandalized the home that Wilbur had built for Tallulah. This was a whole new Wilbur standing before him.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Who are you, and where is my Quackity?” El Quackity forced himself to remain expressionless. He couldn’t afford to give the brunette even so much as a hint that he wasn’t the original Quackity.

“I am Quackity,” he said, slowly reaching up to grasp the small circular locket that hung from his neck. “Just not your Quackity anymore.” An emotion El Quackity couldn’t quite identify flashed across Wilbur’s face as his eyes settled on the locket.

“Open it,” the brunette commanded, his voice filled with emotion. El Quackity did as he was told, opening the locket to reveal a close-up photo of Wilbur’s smiling face. The original Quackity had carried it with him everywhere he went, and El Quackity knew Wilbur had an identical one somewhere with Quackity’s picture in it. The matching lockets were obviously important to the pair, so El Quackity had made sure to swipe it off the original Quackity when The Federation had taken him.

“Quackity,” Wilbur said, his voice barely above a whisper. “What did they do to you?” He sounded broken. It was awful.

“They opened my eyes,” El Quackity responded simply, fighting to keep his face as expressionless as possible. Wilbur glanced up, his warm brown eyes a startling mix of anger and sadness.

“What could they have possibly said to make you do this?” he asked, relinquishing his grip on El Quackity’s jacket to gesture at the shed. 

This was it. Wilbur was believing it. El Quackity just had to stick the landing, and get away from the scene of the crime.

“You were gone so long, Wilbur,” El Quackity said, letting a little bit of bitter resentment leak into his tone. “You abandoned me- just like everyone else did.” Of course, the resentment he felt wasn’t towards Wilbur- but it worked well enough to add that extra degree of authenticity to his story.

“Quackity-.”

“No.”

“I’m here now!” Wilbur yelled, his voice cracking slightly.

“That’s not good enough, Wilbur!” El Quackity yelled back, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion that The Federation had forced him to keep bottled up. “You weren’t there when I needed you!”

“And The Federation was?” Wilbur challenged, his eyes dancing across El Quackity’s expression. 

“Yes.” El Quackity forced his face into a cold, neutral expression. Eventually, Wilbur looked away, disappointed when he didn’t find whatever it was he had been searching for in El Quackity’s features. Perfect. He had Wilbur right where he needed him.

“You know what?” El Quackity said, raising his hand back up to the locket. “I’m done with you. “

“What?” Wilbur’s face paled slightly. “Quackity, what are you talking about?”

“Whatever was between us- whatever you thought we had- it’s over. I’m done. I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

“I was on tour overseas-.”

“I asked you to stay. You didn’t listen.”

“I had obligations, Quackity! I couldn’t just drop everything for you!” El Quackity nodded, and in one fluid motion, ripped the locket from his neck.

“And that’s the problem, Wilbur.” He dropped the locket into Wilbur’s outstretched hand. “I’m done.” 

“Quackity!” Wilbur yelled out as El Quackity turned his back on the brunette. “Wait!” 

Almost there. Just a few more steps to the waypoint, and El Quackity would be gone.

“Quackity!” El Quackity winced at the pure pain that filled Wilbur’s voice. “Quackity!”

Five more steps.

“Quackity, please!”

He opened the door to the small room that Wilbur had built around the waypoint. Three steps.

“Quackity!” El Quackity’s heart felt heavy in his chest. Guilt. He was feeling guilty again. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The door slammed shut and Wilbur’s voice grew muffled.

One step.

“Quackity, please! Can we just talk about this?” El Quackity met Wilbur’s red-rimmed eyes through the small window on the door. He forced the corners of his lips upward into a small smile.

“This is for your own good, Wilbur,” then, as an afterthought, he added, “I’m sorry.”

Me and @painless-and-colourful were joking about how di!tommy in his healing arc is just Hunter from toh AND THEN they made the mistake of asking if he gets possessed too SOOO -GESTURES AT ALL OF THIS-

Hello! I decided to do a research presentation on the "cannibalism" tag and it's relations to the MCYT communities on AO3! I looked into time frames, overall fandom data, individual character data and made a hopefully coherent conclusion on the information I gathered. I will be posting a link to my very messy excel file where I stored the base information via reblog, so check the notes.

I used canva for the statistics graphs and indesign to put this together... And a big big thank you and a shout out to my very good friend @theslyvoid9 who made 99% of the drawings used in this presentation and who also helped me look up data!!!

I hope you enjoy this little project of ours! Also please remember that this was made in pure fun, so please don't be rude to anyone. If there are typos or weird number errors, or if we missed out on some SMPs I am very sorry ^_^

Enjoy!

Link to the Excel file: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1YSkczUwFlLaCzLq4-LMNqC1jEtel-QUB/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=110211585784014297016&rtpof=true&sd=true