#controlverse

maybe it was because he never showed his belly, he thought. even in the barn, every person who walked past him was a gust of cold air that tickled his body. or maybe because his wings were barely hidden under the top Niki had sewn him–

it was new, awkward to be so bare. but oddly nice. he had yet to be scraped by a judgemental eye, and the elbows that bumped him were everything but mean. while Niki did the hostess thing, he sat aside, holding a cookie in a napkin as he watched her. he'd get up if she went further away. ]

“…and my greatest fear was that if I lost control, or did not have control, things would just, you know, be fatal…”

CANON-DIV QUACKITY BLOG! 🌟 part of ctrlverse -> cl!quackity or ct!quackity. run by pity, he/she, 18.

ctrlverse (stylized as CTRLverse, CTRLverse, or ctrlverse) is a roleplay verse based heavily off DSMP. it focuses on the untold stories of some of the characters as private bloggings about the events they experienced. it is not strict to the DSMP canon, and does not follow that timeline to the letter. anything goes in ctrlverse. almost anything, at least.

this blog is the equivalent of the vice president's private social media. open to manburgian citizens, people he follows, and denizens skilled at hacking.

please send in asks and anons! every interaction is appreciated!

art is by the beloved tham n0phis

mask from here

notes on CT!Quackity, a.k.a (big) Q: CURRENT ARC: Manberg, well into the first year of Schlatt's rule. TAGS: under the cut.

he is AFAB transmasc, and currently only uses he/they pronouns. he has (undiagnosed and untreated) BPD. he is on the autism spectrum. Q also has GAD, which can cause anything from severe self doubt to a full-on shutdown. as Schlatt's vice, Quackity reserves the sole right to effect the decisions of Manberg's self-declared emperor, but more often than not finds himself doing paperwork instead, ad nauseam. married originally for tax benefits and public appearance, he takes relationships very seriously, and sometimes chases after the wrong ones. when he's not being eaten alive by work he participates in small games with the citizens– he's an avid gamer, and gambler, a bit of a cheat at cards. loves any chance for distraction. Q is a phoenix hybrid, who has only died once before. instead of being reborn when he does, he simply respawns– depending on the esempi territory, his lives are reset. he is currently down one from four (three respawns left). he often binds his wings at the same time that he binds his chest, and as such has mostly forgotten how to fly.

some posts will be partially or entirely in spanish. mun speaks spanish, but not fluently. please excuse and/or correct any faults. translations will be provided!

“and if it's an illusion, i don't wanna wake up. i'm gonna hang onto it.”

in character tags are below the cut.

OUT OF CHARACTER TAGS 🌱 gen tag - #ctrlverse srs roleplay - #controlverse nsfw content - #tread carefully

other triggering content - #tw (trigger) nsrs roleplay - #featuring: OOC / non-char posts- #ctrlcamping end of roleplay - #20 something

HI BIG LAW!! I was just texting you, but this message made me really happy anyways :] 16 is... uh. it's not an easy age to be in the government. I was just 19, and it was still hard. so

thanks for the kind words. you keep being you too, Tub. you're awesome, and really smart, and I just don't want you to wear yourself out y'know? so yeah, stick it to the brunet/tes

he wonders for a moment if there'll be more nights like this, nights where Niki forgets that he stood proud and tall besides Schlatt as Schlatt banished the people she loved from L'Manburg and changed the course of the 'sempi's history forever. he wonders how they can see past all that, all that about him, brazen attitude and shiny sunglasses, and still be kind to him.

and Tommy– it's been ages since they last talked, he wouldn't have been surprised if Tommy had blocked Q over comms too. a lot of Manburg outsiders had made it their choice, no longer was it possible to broadcast stupid messages to whoever was in range.

he thinks, as he brushes his hair in the mirror and picks lunch out of his teeth, that he misses his happier side. the side that wasn't always worn out from work, bent over a pile of papers, awaiting a heavy hand to fall on his shoulder.

he misses when nothing really had meaning like it does now, what with politics and territory and trials and hardships. and it sucks because this is what he wanted. he craved this. power.

but this wasn't power. sitting in a presidential castle, with citizens he used to chat with scared of him, making laws that tightened the grip around them yet tighter. not power, but... something else. he didn't have the words for it yet.

forget all that. "forget it," he said aloud. this was going to be a good Halloween. the fucking best Halloween he could manage. and that would be that.

he reached up to the bathroom lamps, and turned the lights out.