Look At Him. Look At My Boy. I Got Him New Clothes. Actually There Were Also Pants...but My Lil Ram Boy

Look at him. Look at my boy. I got him new clothes. Actually there were also pants...but my lil ram boy is too thicc for those haha

Grandpa Glatt •at first the ghost would be very confused and surprised by Tubbos entry...and by the scar of a burn on his face. He wouldn't even get a full explanation, seems like Tubbo is in a hurry. They didn't see each other in a very long while and now his son arrives with a little...piglin...telling hin that this is his adoptive son. Tubbo says that they need someone to look after him for a few hours because he, Ranboo and Tommy are busy with something. He doesn't clarify. The ghost hybrid is willing to do so, even if he has a lot of questions. •He didn't get anything, what could be used to entertain the child, so he had to improvise. Some things from the "cave", that was designed as a gym, could be used for that purpose. First option were some stones and crafted paint. Michael is only around three years old and turns out that coloring stones is enough for him. He painted one stone black-white, making to green dots on them, looking pretty proud of his work. •Glatt tried his best to color one of the stones to look like a car. Thankfully, Michael wasn't really judgemental of his art skills and furthermore played with the new "car toy". •Michael loved to be picked up by the ghost because...Glatt can float and this is a fun imitation of flying. •Some of the crafted paint was used by the little piglin to draw on the walls of the cave. •Glatt would definitely scold Tubbo for not bringing any toys for the little piglin. The younger ram would explain that it was all a very spontaneous decision. •After that the ghost actually had a separated area in his gym that would be the playroom for Michael. He also was handed a "first aid kit", just in case. •One time, Michael wanted to leave the cave to play outside and tried to drag Glatt along, this was when the ghost had to explain that he couldn't get out. He decided that it's better to "show, not tell" and just took his arm out in the sunlight for a few seconds to show that it burns. Michael clearly got worried and got to the kit, tripping over his own little hooves, taking some plasters and placing them on Glatts arm, even when the ghost tried to explain that the burns will disappear by themselves. •At some point, Glatt would ask Connor to get some....better toys from another server, because this one sucks and doesn't even have a suitable place to buy such things.

The cursed Limbo AU is back. I wish I would write this...better. But I wanted to just write a short "sketch", so yeah...Warning: This work contains the mentioning of panic attacks and self harm, depressive behavior is also included.

Three loud knocks where made at the door that leads to Quackitys office. Fundy tried to keep his calm and confident attitude. This was important. After the formal "come in", the fox hybrid entered the office, quietly closing the door behind him.

-So...you wanted to talk to me?- even though Q was clearly paying more attention to some blueprints and other documents, he still made eye contact with Fundy.

-Yes...well...you see...- the young boy took a deep breath, this was harder than he would think but he can do it, if he says everything fast enough.

-I thought that you could maybe give me some paper work, I know that I told you that I don't like paper work and this is why I didn't get it but I thought that Schlatt could use some work, because he is in his room all the time, doing nothing and I think that some work could help him to get better and be more relaxed!- at the end of this hyper long sentence, the ginger boy was breathing heavily. Quackity looked at him with confusion, trying to process everything that has been said. It was still hard to get used to Schlatts behavior. Q was also getting the feeling that the ram was purposefully avoiding him. It was a shame that Wilbur didn't feel the need to explain what exactly happened in Schlatts limbo but Quackity guessed that it had something to do with torture and with...him. Otherwise he couldn't explain Schlatts reaction to every sudden move.

-You know what? I think that you are right. But....I will bring him the...papers myself. Without you.- the duck hybrid tried to emphasize the word "you". The fox hybrid pressed his ears to his head, looking away. He didn't really want to deal with another panic attack from the older mans side.

-Well...I...in that case you should know some things...- Quackity just gave away a quiet "mhm", choosing some of the documents, nothing too important and mostly just....the things that he didn't want to do himself.

-Okay...so...don't be too loud, seems like he can't really deal with yelling right now, don't touch him. At all. Only if he let's you know that you can do it. Try to....not stare at him, it makes him nervous and he then tries to straighten his clothes or do something else. If you see that he is starting to...scratch his palm or the back of his hand, tell him calmly to stop and ask what is wrong. He isn't doing it to get attention, he is mostly doing it....without realizing....-

-You seem to spend a lot of time with him.- Fundy was surprised by this statement and tried to look away.

-....Well. He is interesting.- this is true but the main reason why the fox boy stays with the former president will remain untold, maybe some will guess it, when they see that he still keeps the former tyrants sword or that he was the one who visited Schlatts grave from time to time...but if not, he will not tell it himself.

As soon as every formality was discussed, Quackity left the office with the needed papers. He will just give them to the ram hybrid, explain what to do and that's it. He isn't doing it because he wants to see Schlatt. Of course not. He is just making sure that his ex isn't playing any tricks and isn't planning to ruin his country. Yes. This is the reason. Repeating that to himself, Q finally came to the room. Firm knocks and after a moment, a note was put under the door. Even though Quackity found that strange, he still read it.

-Give me a minute.

-its me, Schlatt. Can you....open the door? I have a key, you know?- who even needs a minute to open a door? The revived man was surely kidding. Well....the first question was answered the moment the ram hybrid opened the door. His curly hair was totally wet, it was also way longer then to his presidency time, and he was half-naked. Another note was shown.

-Fundy said that I should take a shower. Didn't know that you would come.

This shouldn't be that awkward. They were married. Quackity tried to focus on something else and...well...the focus lied down on the deep scars which were all over the ram hybrids hands, this made the young hybrid actually more uncomfortable. Schlatt took some steps back, beginning to dress up. It was strange to not see him in a suit but it's probably reasonable. A suit has many parts and takes longer to put on and Fundy said that at some times Schlatt is behaving way more apathetic.

-....Okay...listen, Fundy said that you could use some work to not be tied to your bed 24/7. Here are some documents, you know...for sorting out and everything. This is something familiar and similar to the ones that you had during the presidency.- Q stepped in, closing the door and looking around, it was surprisingly tidy...maybe it's only because of Fundy. The second bed seems to be occupied way more often.

-Fundy spends a lot of time here. Isn't it right?- Schlatt just took the documents, trying hard not to touch Qs fingers and having a high focus on his ring fingers.

-Yes. Though, he doesn't seem to sleep well.

-Yeah...he...he said that he had sleep problems or something like that.- The ram hybrid only nodded and looked away, caressing the documents with his thumbs.

-Got remarried?-

this question was a little bit suprising and was making Quackity remember that he was left behind but...this was definitely not the truth that he could tell right now.

-Yep. You know...Karl and Sapnap....yeah...they are awesome, never felt better.- the documents found their place on a small desk. Schlatt then proceeded to write a new note.

-Thats good.-

the older hybrid ghosted with his fingers over his own ring finger, he still wore the ring, mostly because he didn't think about taking it off. He slowly started to leave little marks with his nails on the back of his hand.

-...Schlatt. Stop that.- maybe that sounded to harsh but at least it worked, the ram hybrid looked confused, before he looked down at his hands. The back of his hand had little scratches that already started to bleed. He slowly took the notebook back in his hands. Writing.

-Where did the scar come from?-

at first this was a confusing question but then Q slowly covered his left eye with his palm, as if he just remembered that the scar is still there.

-This...eh...a gift from Technoblade. It's old. Don't really care anymore.-

-Seems like you do care. If you speak that way. Sorry. Shouldn't have asked.-

for a moment, Q completely stopped, reading the same word again and again. "Sorry". When was the last time he heard it? And more importantly...when was the last time he heard it from Schlatt out of all the people on this cursed server?

-...Its okay....scars heal, don't they?- he tried to laugh it off but stopped, when Schlatt wrote something new in the notebook.

-No. Wounds heal. Scars stay forever.-

complete silence fell, before Q decided to leave the room.

-...I have still work to do. You know how it is...being the leader of a country is not an easy task...Take your time with the document...and...Schlatt, don't avoid me.- without a moment for reaction, Quackity just left the room, closing the door. Maybe their relationship is a scar. Maybe it will never heal. But...with time it may become more bearable. This visit proved just one thing. This man is not the same that Quackity killed on the 17th October.

Hi I usually prefer asking blogs stuff on anon but I'm willing to go off of it for this: but I was wondering if you do blog promos for dsmp related ask blogs/au blogs

I don't think that I am the best person for such things. I never did any promos in my life...I mean, I can say if I like a blog and that I recommend it but I will be honest, I don't really know how a promotion works haha

Briefly about how stubborn Schlatt can be:

Quackity: Mi amor...please, you clearly need help...

JSchlatt: Oh, is this OUR stab wound, Quackity? No? Well then stay out of it!

Fundy: So...ahem...what is it like to be married to Schlatt?...

Quackity: Once I asked him to bring me a glass of water when he was pissed at me....he brought me a glass of ice and said "wait".

Quackity: Sometimes I wish you could just admit when you make a mistake...

JSchlatt stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

I freaking speedrunned this. It´s 05:34 right now. Just so you know.

Just one more…

One year. It has been one year since they got married. Who would have thought that it would last that long? A lot of people made bets and guessed that this relationship would last a couple of weeks at most. And look at them now, a whole year.

Schlatt was actually surprised to see the date of their wedding on the calendar, he didn´t forget, he just didn´t expect it to come so soon. He could have sworn that it was just yesterday when Quackity proposed to him. Usually the ram hybrid would question this kind of “loosing the track of time” because he is used to the business life. In business a lot of things depend on time. Punctuality, actuality, organisation. All that was important but this isn´t a case of business. It´s a case of feelings and it´s probably normal to lose track of time, when every single day seems timeless, memorable and if every single day is important and not just one specific date to which you should arrive in time, is it even possible to maintain the feeling of change in days, months and even seasons?

The ram hybrid looked back at his sleeping husband, the young hybrid already lied across the whole bed, wings spread, drooling on the bedsheets, messy, dark hair that would cover half of his face. One look and the president couldn´t maintain the serious expression, his mouth curved into a gentle smile. Technically they would have some work to do today, some issues regarding the economics and new buildings but…probably, he could try and finish all that as fast as he can. It would be a shame to not celebrate such anniversary. Schlatt made himself ready for the day, letting his husband sleep a little bit longer. When he finally finished, he approached the king-sized bed, sitting down on the edge and caressing Quackitys cheek with his palm, getting some of the hair out of his face. The young hybrid mumbled something in disagreement, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at his partner, a soft smile formed on his face immediately. Still a little bit clumsy out of sleepiness, he took his hand in his own, leading it to his lips. The duck hybrid then proceeded to leave little kisses on the back of Schlatts hand, giving more attention to the knuckles, some of which were bruised. -Don´t ya try to use this to stay longer in bed, pumpkin, get your fat ass up- it was said with clear amusement, without any real critic behind those words. -Mmm…what a shame…you remember which day it is?- the young hybrid lazily got out of the warm and cozy bed, flapping his wings a little bit to force them “awake” and causing some of the weaker, yellow feathers to fall. -How could I forget the day?....It´s Tuesday after all- they both grinned, even if Q tried to make a shocked expression and look as offended as never before. -I made you the luckiest person alive and you can´t even remember the date? Guapito, I am disappointed! - the duck hybrid could swear that he noticed slight blush on his partners cheeks, even without that, the fast flicker of the long, fluffy ears couldn´t lie. -Well, the date when we first met isn´t today, if I remember correctly.- this time, it was Quackitys turn to blush, so he turned away, trying to keep himself together, even when the soft giggles slipped from his lips. -Not fair, Schlatt…not fair.- the vice president made himself presentable, staying with his back to his husband. -Very fair, sugar. Okay, look…lets speak about it now, to focus on work for the rest of the day. Do you want anything special today? Restaurant, maybe visit another server? Movie night?- the ram hybrid wanted to continue the list and didn´t even notice that Q was already right in front of him, his steps being too light for noticeable noises and the president being too focused on the different ideas. The young hybrid covered his husbands lips with a soft and warm kiss, gently placing one hand on the back of his neck. This was a short moment, but it was as special as any other, because it´s a moment where they are closer than ever. -I thought…about a quiet drinking evening…- this was a slightly surprising suggestion. Not only did Q drink very rarely, but he was also a sloppy drinker. This was something that Schlatt remembered from their marriage ceremony. -If that’s what ya want, pumpkin. A drinking evening sounds good. - without any further words, the president united their lips again.

When the evening finally came, Quackity was excited. They brought some alcohol, mostly whiskey, one vodka and some fruity stuff, it was strange, but it was actually Schlatts initiative to buy those. They also got some soft drinks. Q never saw the president mix anything before, he always saw him drink that stuff pure. It only became stranger when Schlatt insisted on having a dinner first, saying that it would somehow help with the alcohol. The vice president honestly didn´t get the reason behind that, Schlatt never had a problem with drinking without eating anything beforehand, so why now?

Finally, everything needed was on the table in front of the cozy couch. Schlatt sat next to his husband and began to pour one glass of whiskey, apparently for himself because the second glass remained empty, but he did open one of the smaller bottles with some sweet stuff. Seems to be some kind of fruit-flavoured champagne. -Very funny. - Quackity looked at him with a slight annoyance, crossing his arms on his chest and looking now and then at the empty glass. -Ya should start slow. It will help you to handle it better. And that shit isn´t that bitter tasting.- even though the younger hybrid did mutter something in Spanish, he still accepted the little bottle. -After that I drink the same that you are drinking.- he proceeded to start drinking right away, trying to kill it all in one shot. Schlatt already smirked, predicting his husbands reaction to the whiskey that he was slowly sipping at, not trying to rush that moment. It was strange but the fruity stuff didn´t taste that bad, didn´t even make Quackity curl his face because of the flavour. As soon as the bottle was mostly empty, the duck hybrid put it to the side and reached to the whiskey bottle that was then put farther away from him. -Wait at least a couple of minutes.- Schlatt seemed serious and his voice was actually pretty low in that moment, the Hispanic male avoided his gaze, trying to ignore the way his own cheeks flushed. The president added some whiskey to the empty glass meanwhile but only filling less than a quarter of the said glass. The rest was then filled with cola. -Schlatt…come on…- Quackitys voice almost sounded genuinely hurt, he knew his limits. His husband didn´t need to be that careful. To prove that the duck hybrid grabbed the glass and tried emptying it in one swing, regretting his choice instantly. Even with that much cola, the taste was very strong, it burned in the throat, felt like liquid fire and almost caused the young hybrid to tear up. He pressed his lips together and shut his eyes shut, wrinkling his nose. At the sight of that Schlatt couldn´t hold back his laughter, he gently petted his husband on the back. -This is why ya should always listen to me, pumpkin- after a few coughs, the young male opened his eyes again, filled with stubbornness and determination. -Lets….try another one…-

One shot was taken after another and every new one should be “the last one” but it never was. Quackity was already swaying from side to side, humming the Mexican anthem. -Pumpkin, ya clearly had enough.- the duckling made some effort to mumble some protest, reaching for the half empty glass in Schlatts hand, the ram hybrid tried to raise his arm higher, bringing it out of reach. Quackity continued to reach for it, getting already on Schlatts lap, tapping with his fingertips on his husbands wrist and giggling. The president rolled his eyes, when warm lips met his own, almost missing. The older hybrid wrapped one arm around his partners waist and this was a moment that was used by the younger one, he managed to grab the glass and after successfully separating their lips, he emptied the glass in one swing, chuckling afterwards and lying down on the couch. The ram hybrid sighed with a small smile, taking the glass out of his husbands shaken hand and placing it on the table, that was now stained with liquid, which will surely cause some troubles later…but this was a problem of tomorrow. -Mmm…Schlaaatt- the ram hybrid looked down at his husband with a questioning look. -U…y..you know what I think…what I think….when I look at your face?...you…you know?- the president smirked, guessing what it could be. -That I should shave?- the duck hybrid reached with his arms up, placing both of his hands on Schlatts cheeks, cupping his face. -Na…I…I think that you are so…so bea…bue..be…pretty!- the older mans face flushed and he looked away for a moment, trying not to laugh. -You are such an idiot….- the next moment Schlatt looked down, he almost froze, his husband was on the verge of tears, he was about to start apologising, when Q already opened his mouth to speak. -I….I luv you so much…I…I feel like…I am not saying that enough…but…but you deserve that so….so much…I…you are…you are the best that happened to me…and…s..sometimes…I think that you deserve so much more..and…- further there were way more hiccups and sniffling. For a moment, the ram hybrid felt lost and at the loss of words but this didn´t last for too long. He lied down next to his husband and carefully made him lie down on him, wrapping his arms around him and placing kisses all over his face, earning some soft giggles. -I love you too…and hey…You are the best that I could ever ask for…okay? I….you don´t need to say how much you love me every time…I know that you do. I mean…who else would deal with me when I do something stupid? Or when I become so stubborn that I wouldn´t  even move my desk to a different position because the sun blinds me? Or when I refuse to admit that I am wrong which let to us having now around ten thousand sheeps because we needed less then hundred once but I added some superfluous zeroes because I didn´t sleep in two days?- at least now Quackity started to giggle again, enjoying the sensation of soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks, tip of his nose. -Y…yeah….that was funny to explain….we will never need any wool again…- he opened his eyes again, smiling gently and placing his hands on his husbands soft ears, gently stroking over the fluffy part. -Mmm…you are the only sheep I need- Q whispered with admiration, causing Schlatt to smirk. -This is probably….the best worst line that I ever heard from you…..mi amor.-