[NEW L’MANBERG ERA❕pfp art by linneikka on tumblr:] ☾⋆｡🍷🫀⭒⋆｡˚ ..Schlatt was dead. Quackity had processed his death already, but his emotions were— complicated. The man he’d been engaged to, the Manberg president, the one who’d.. hurt him, was dead. & Quackity didn’t know what to do with himself. He sat in ‘their’ kitchen, getting pissed on a bottle of Jack Daniels; Schlatt’s favourite poison. Quackity had always favoured tequila; spicy, strong drinks better fit his tastes, not the sweet wines that were shared between lovers, or softer kinds of drink.. maybe it reflected more than his preferences. He moved to place down the bottle on the smooth kitchen countertop but, surprise, surprise, it slipped out of his grasp. Smash.

A beat of silence passed as Quackity stood there as if he was expecting something to happen, to.. hurt him, but- Schlatt wasn’t around anymore, was he? The half-avian hazily looked down at the pieces of glass in the dimly lit kitchen, it was- what, near midnight? & here he was, drinking what his fiancé had drowned himself in, what had killed him, in the asscrack of midnight. Was this mourning? He wouldn’t mourn Schlatt, no.. Quackity drunkenly stumbled over to the sink(that he’d probably thrown up in at one point), eyes now set on the neat lineup of cleanish plates next to it, not yet put away in the cupboards and instead left out to dry despite being washed days ago. He really should get round to that, huh? Maybe when he’s sober. Or not. He picked up a plate, stared down at the cool porcelain for a moment, & then—

SMASH.