Gifts for cosmic_rock
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to crave a shift in melody by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains
06 Apr 2026
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“Can I see your face?” he blurted, and Jester looked up from his dinner, shoulders slumped in a sort of disappointment and expression just north of annoyed. Wilbur recognised annoyed on his own face.
“Can I see your eyes?” Jester shot back, rolling his own. “This has to go both ways. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you dodging that this whole time.”
They were looking at each other, a blindfold and a mask, and they were looking nowhere at all.
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OR: siren and jester have been dancing around their identities for years, now. will they finally be able to put their fears aside?
TNTDUO RAREPAIR SERIES PART 2 🎶🎭 melodyshift (siren x jester, tcfsv)
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- Part 2 of 🧨 ender's tntduo rarepair series 🪽
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devil town is colder in the summertime by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
05 Apr 2026
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Snow is an annoyingly dangerous thing.
It shows up unannounced, in the middle of an otherwise chilly but rather nice day, ruining plans and making Quackity get people to shovel the streets, and divert the roads, and close the stores. It wraps around his citizens not like a blanket (like warmth often does), but a chokehold, forcing them off of the streets and into the comfort of their own homes, sitting in front of a blazing fire and wrapped in as many layers as their wardrobes will allow for.
Wilbur Soot is rather like the snow, Quackity finds. So it's fitting that he tends to show up in snowstorms.
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OR: tntduo frostbite/sickfic where they take care of each other and have some good old fashioned caring for each other FOR FUCKING ONCE. im sick of them guys.
TNTDUO RAREPAIR SERIES PART 1 🧨💥 tntduo (c!wilbur x c!quackity)
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- Part 1 of 🧨 ender's tntduo rarepair series 🪽
- Part 3 of ender and astro's tntduo oneshots!! 🎱
- Language:
- English
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- 2,662
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
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- Hits:
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crazy fucker's gotta do the time (committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes) by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
03 Apr 2026
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“Arson, assault and battery, property damage, breaking and entering, possession and distribution of narcotics, possession of a weapon of mass destruction, fraud, forgery, bribery, vandalism, theft, and attempted fucking murder, is there anything I missed?”
“Mm, that depends,” the man in front of him drawled, “Is prostitution illegal in this state?”
OR CH1: detective quackity x criminal wilbur
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“I was about to say it was hot, but that wouldn’t- that’s not right, I- is that a gun?”
Good job, Wilbur, bringing more attention to the weapon that the mafia boss has been contemplating using on you for the past few minutes. One of the top ten ideas of all time, I'm sure.
Luckily for him, though, the Shrike seemed to be more focussed on the former half of his speech. “You came over here… because you thought I was pretty.”
OR CH2: detective wilbur x mafia boss quackity
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His gaze drifted over to Quackity. It always did. He didn’t look the same – the blaring red lenses smoothed over his face and made the raw scar that jutted over his eye and lip the same red as everything else. Wilbur would almost say he looked more put-together. Like a President.
Now, we couldn’t have that, could we?
“Quackity,” he said softly, and the gentleness of it was so startling that the other man turned his way, watched as Wilbur stepped out of the shadows of the Las Nevadas sign and towards him, just a few steps. Nearly enough to touch. “Look at me for a moment.”
The statement was half pointless, out of surprise, Quackity had already been looking at him, but Wilbur and his pointless words had always been a hand-in-hand pair.
Then he slid the rosy spectacles over the bridge of Quackity’s nose and let their temples rest on his ears.
I give you my naivety, for whatever reason, I cannot or will not warn you of the dangers ahead. I cannot warn you; I must let this play out, you would be deaf to my warnings regardless. I will not warn you; this has happened to me, and therefore I need it to happen to you.
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- Part 2 of ender and astro's tntduo oneshots!! 🎱
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i think the kiss you two shared at my birthday party isn't helping with the rumours by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
15 Feb 2026
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“What am I going to do with you, Soot,” he growled, and all that Wilbur heard was that Quackity wanted something to do with him.
“We could always spend Valentine’s together,” the man, curled up and spitting blood, teased from the floor.
Quackity rolled his eyes, but heat flared on his cheeks and the feathers on his wings puffed up behind him. “If you come back on Valentine’s, I’ll have your head.”
“Oh, you can have my head wherever you’d like it.”｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈•｡
OR: Quackity and Wilbur hate each other - there's no question about that. In fact, they hate each other so much that they might just make out about it...
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“Much better,” he said with a smirk, and turned to the other professor. “And like I’d believe your pathetic little lie. You're obsessed with me, Q, anybody in the staff can see it.”
Quackity scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I’ve worked hard to get my title, address me by it, Professor. And, sure, I’m the obsessed one here,” he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm, “and not the guy who immediately thinks of me whenever something goes wrong in his classroom.”
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OR: petty rival college professors finally get their gay shit together!! good for them!
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Wilbur Soot is a dead and buried man, and there is nothing that can change that. Not gods, swinging divine judgement loosely from the sky; not a book, leather-bound and with the promise of return; not even simply taking his corpse and shocking it with as much electricity as a simple redstone circuit will give you. Wilbur’s body is being eaten by maggots, he can practically feel them gnawing away at him now, and he is in a place between worlds.
Every whistle of a train gone by is the whisper of a life that he doesn’t get to live – will never get to live. Every turn he makes is greeted by a hulking brick wall, every step he takes is from one sad, grey tile to the next.
This remains the same when he steps off the train and back into harsh, bright existence. Though, not life. Because Wilbur Soot is dead.
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OR: short and shitty oneshot of wilbur thinking he's dead even after revival. yippee!!
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who's gonna ride the devil's train tonight? by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
06 Jan 2026
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In the distance, metal wheels squealed and ran over blue-stained rails. A hulking silhouette of a vehicle slid into view, slowly, tantalisingly, but there was no need for the man to see it – he already knew exactly what it was.
'So much for trains never coming,' he thought with a chuckle, 'gods really do listen.'
OR: After Quackity blows up Las Nevadas, they meet again in... less than ideal circumstances.
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won't you say something to make this place my home? by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
31 Dec 2025
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Wilbur cackled at that, all the while still trying (and failing) to look hurt and dejected. “Oh, water under the bridge, and all that, Q! Besides, now that I’m here, I expect all that behind us, and to be shown around this place! Just walking in, I was bathed in neon lights and flashing signs – you really do know how to make a first impression, you picked that up from me – and the grandeur you champion is rather impressive.”
It was a long fucking shot, Wilbur knew that, and he was ready for Quackity to shoot him down with another scoff and reminder of his past transgressions.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt to show you around for the day.”
Wait, what?
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OR: Wilbur finally gets to spend the day in Las Nevadas, and it's totally not a date until it maybe is?
feat: milkshakes, gambling, pancakes, and cocktails - a recipe for an amazing night, of course!
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Wilbur sighed, gazing wistfully towards the tracks as though his mind was somewhere else. “I spent over a decade in that hell, without a speck of light near me. I thought, someone would’ve busted me out by now! You all must have kicked the bucket for good! But then, what do I hear through the grapevine?” His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head, as though examining Quackity. Pinning him to a medical table and taking him apart. “‘The New Las Nevadas: Now Open for Business!’. It had to be you. You had called me to you. I knew you wouldn’t leave me.”
He held a hand out and up, as though he was the one extending the offer, looking down at Quackity.
“Let’s go home, Q.”
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OR: scenes from "An End" (the neutral ending) of dayshift at freddy's 3 that i think suits them
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who wrote the rule that said a thing with feathers absolutely has to fly? by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP, You Were Never Meant to be a Hero
28 Jul 2025
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Magpies are meant to be the world’s most intelligent creatures, recognising themselves in mirrors, most notably. They were lucky bastards, Wilbur thought, getting to see anything other than a glass-stained portrait of someone they weren’t, gilded and gliding like wings in the wind.
Sometimes, though – just sometimes – when the mirror was just a window or the shiny metal railing of a casino, and he couldn’t really see himself past all the warping that the surface had given, he looked most like him. He looked distorted in the reflection, his hair more untamed in a way unbecoming of a hero, his wings somehow more vibrant, and the scar over his eye more jagged, should he be brave enough to wander with his mask discarded. He could see himself more clearly when everything wasn’t so certain.
Well. Magpies can also imitate human speech, grieve, and play games, and Wilbur was three-for-three just these past months. So maybe he was more like his namesake than he seemed.