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[presoflasnevadas]

Welcome to the grand opening of Las Nevadas

"You thought I was just going to forget about it?"

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Last updated: Saturday, November 29, 2025 10:25 pm

Hello hello! This is a c!Quackity rp/ask blog, happy to have you here! Any and all characters from any smp are welcome to come chat here, as well as ocs or just yourself! I dont mind at all.

This blog is run by @weepingdog

I will not be solely interacting with one of each character. Doubles of anyone can always interact

Trigger warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, Mentions/implied domestic abuse, alcohol, (will add more as it comes up). I'm perfectly fine with shipping! Feel free to send an ask any time :] Sometimes it'll be a bit ooc as well

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Character shit

Actions will be red most of the time

Quackity is a a shapeshifter. He can only change his voice a bit, and can almost perfectly mimic someone's face. But when he shifts into someone else, the left side of his lips is always curled up a bit, and he can't ever see from his left eye. Quackity has 'settled' in am avian form. If he wants any other wings, they will always be too small and damaged to do much more than glide and slow falls. But now, he doesn't have wings anymore.

He has ear wings(wings behind his ears), golden tooth on his scarred side like most people depicted. Speaking of scars, the eye under the famous scar was too damaged when he came back, so its just an empty socket. Quackity has a few glass eyes that he puts in there.

More snappy than usual, absolutely fed up with Wilbur and the Dream visits.

Kinda sees Tubbo as his kid

Open for ships. Dm the me(weeping dog) about it

Always tired and dozing off

(More to come)

[presoflasnevadas]

Hey, Quackity, how's it goin'?

@president-of-manberg

Quackity stared at Schlatt, the gears in his head turning slowly. He hated multiverse shit. "I'd say pretty well. I finished another casino me and Foolish were building."

[president-of-manberg]

Casino, huh?

Damn, you’ve got more ambition than my Quackity ever did. Mine’s a real piece of work- but that’s cool, y’know.

[presoflasnevadas]

"If you think one casino is ambition, you should see the entire nation! There's around 20 others." He'd brag, head wings puffing up softly with pride. "I bet he thinks the same thing about you, 'Mr President'."

[president-of-manberg]

Twenty? I should come check em out sometime- assuming I can get any time off work.

I bet he does think the same about me, but you wanna know something, Quackity? I couldn’t give less of a shit about what any of you fuckers think of me.

[He emphasizes his last sentence with laughter, nearly bordering on hysterical. It dissolves rather quickly into coughs, which he muffles in a clenched fist.]

Anyway. Let me see your casinos, man, c’mon.

[presoflasnevadas]

"I see you're still a pleasure to be around." The avian grimaced softly at the hysterical laughing. He needed to start bringing his axe around more if fuckers like this would be around more. Quackity didn't show concern to the coughing fit. To be honest, he felt bits and pieces of glee.

"I thought you needed to see if you could get time off work? I'm sure you can't afford to mess around when you have a new country to take care of." Quackity would die if he had to spend more time around this guy. He'd almost forgotten how insufferable and obnoxious his ex husband was. The avian would've prayed for this Schlatt's Quackity if he believed.

[president-of-manberg]

I got all the time off work I want, Quackity, I’m in charge. If I don’t wanna show up, I don’t fuckin’ have to.

[This is- not a complete lie, at least. His vice president will clean up whatever messes his not being in the office causes.]

I got time to gamble. C’mon, sugar pumpkin. It’d just break my heart if you didn’t let me spend a little money on your economy.

[presoflasnevadas]

Quackity's head wings bristled at Schlatt's tone, very close to getting Foolish to make this guy fuck off. "I'm sure your vp appreciates that so much." His Schlatt had done the same thing. The missed meetings and paperwork and deadlines were an ass to deal with.

The avian bared his shark-like teeth at the other president for a moment when he heard the pet name and sarcasm. "Firstly, never fucking call me that." If Quackity still had his wings, they'd be shifting and fluttering sith annoyance. "You're paying with your own shit. I'm not giving you any money unless you win it from me. Got it?"

[president-of-manberg]

My VP can handle it. Don’t even worry about them- they knew what they were signing up for. They’re too fuckin’ pathetic to argue me on it.

[That was, perhaps, a little harsh. Schlatt frowns slightly- and then remembers it’s none of anyone’s fucking business what he thinks of his vice president. It’d be a sign of weakness, to tip his hand like that, give any indication that anyone means anything to him at all.

If he doesn’t care, none of it can be used against him. Not his cabinet, not his position- his enemies will be hard pressed to find a way to get to him, and he intends to keep it that way.]

And obviously I’m spending my own fuckin’ money- you think I want charity? From you? Un-fuckin’-believable.

[presoflasnevadas]

This guy was exhausting. He'd been around Glatt too much and gotten used to the ghost being a lot less bitchy.

"If you're gonna be an asshole and a little bitch about everything, I think I'll call Foolish to escort you away. Maybe you can learn to be a fucking adult and president and stop acting like a shitty teenager."

[presoflasnevadas]

Hey, Quackity, how's it goin'?

@president-of-manberg

Quackity stared at Schlatt, the gears in his head turning slowly. He hated multiverse shit. "I'd say pretty well. I finished another casino me and Foolish were building."

[president-of-manberg]

Casino, huh?

Damn, you’ve got more ambition than my Quackity ever did. Mine’s a real piece of work- but that’s cool, y’know.

[presoflasnevadas]

"If you think one casino is ambition, you should see the entire nation! There's around 20 others." He'd brag, head wings puffing up softly with pride. "I bet he thinks the same thing about you, 'Mr President'."

[president-of-manberg]

Twenty? I should come check em out sometime- assuming I can get any time off work.

I bet he does think the same about me, but you wanna know something, Quackity? I couldn’t give less of a shit about what any of you fuckers think of me.

[He emphasizes his last sentence with laughter, nearly bordering on hysterical. It dissolves rather quickly into coughs, which he muffles in a clenched fist.]

Anyway. Let me see your casinos, man, c’mon.

[presoflasnevadas]

"I see you're still a pleasure to be around." The avian grimaced softly at the hysterical laughing. He needed to start bringing his axe around more if fuckers like this would be around more. Quackity didn't show concern to the coughing fit. To be honest, he felt bits and pieces of glee.

"I thought you needed to see if you could get time off work? I'm sure you can't afford to mess around when you have a new country to take care of." Quackity would die if he had to spend more time around this guy. He'd almost forgotten how insufferable and obnoxious his ex husband was. The avian would've prayed for this Schlatt's Quackity if he believed.

[president-of-manberg]

I got all the time off work I want, Quackity, I’m in charge. If I don’t wanna show up, I don’t fuckin’ have to.

[This is- not a complete lie, at least. His vice president will clean up whatever messes his not being in the office causes.]

I got time to gamble. C’mon, sugar pumpkin. It’d just break my heart if you didn’t let me spend a little money on your economy.

[presoflasnevadas]

Quackity's head wings bristled at Schlatt's tone, very close to getting Foolish to make this guy fuck off. "I'm sure your vp appreciates that so much." His Schlatt had done the same thing. The missed meetings and paperwork and deadlines were an ass to deal with.

The avian bared his shark-like teeth at the other president for a moment when he heard the pet name and sarcasm. "Firstly, never fucking call me that." If Quackity still had his wings, they'd be shifting and fluttering sith annoyance. "You're paying with your own shit. I'm not giving you any money unless you win it from me. Got it?"

[presoflasnevadas]

Hey, Quackity, how's it goin'?

@president-of-manberg

Quackity stared at Schlatt, the gears in his head turning slowly. He hated multiverse shit. "I'd say pretty well. I finished another casino me and Foolish were building."

[president-of-manberg]

Casino, huh?

Damn, you’ve got more ambition than my Quackity ever did. Mine’s a real piece of work- but that’s cool, y’know.

[presoflasnevadas]

"If you think one casino is ambition, you should see the entire nation! There's around 20 others." He'd brag, head wings puffing up softly with pride. "I bet he thinks the same thing about you, 'Mr President'."

[president-of-manberg]

Twenty? I should come check em out sometime- assuming I can get any time off work.

I bet he does think the same about me, but you wanna know something, Quackity? I couldn’t give less of a shit about what any of you fuckers think of me.

[He emphasizes his last sentence with laughter, nearly bordering on hysterical. It dissolves rather quickly into coughs, which he muffles in a clenched fist.]

Anyway. Let me see your casinos, man, c’mon.

[presoflasnevadas]

"I see you're still a pleasure to be around." The avian grimaced softly at the hysterical laughing. He needed to start bringing his axe around more if fuckers like this would be around more. Quackity didn't show concern to the coughing fit. To be honest, he felt bits and pieces of glee.

"I thought you needed to see if you could get time off work? I'm sure you can't afford to mess around when you have a new country to take care of." Quackity would die if he had to spend more time around this guy. He'd almost forgotten how insufferable and obnoxious his ex husband was. The avian would've prayed for this Schlatt's Quackity if he believed.

[presoflasnevadas]

Hey, Quackity, how's it goin'?

@president-of-manberg

Quackity stared at Schlatt, the gears in his head turning slowly. He hated multiverse shit. "I'd say pretty well. I finished another casino me and Foolish were building."

[president-of-manberg]

Casino, huh?

Damn, you’ve got more ambition than my Quackity ever did. Mine’s a real piece of work- but that’s cool, y’know.

[presoflasnevadas]

"If you think one casino is ambition, you should see the entire nation! There's around 20 others." He'd brag, head wings puffing up softly with pride. "I bet he thinks the same thing about you, 'Mr President'."

[presoflasnevadas]

Hey, Quackity, how's it goin'?

@president-of-manberg

Quackity stared at Schlatt, the gears in his head turning slowly. He hated multiverse shit. "I'd say pretty well. I finished another casino me and Foolish were building."

[presoflasnevadas]

glatt tried to break my arm when I took a cigarette from him

richest man in the smp , and cant spare a cigarette ?

—w . s

"Good, you deserve it. Its not about money and you know it, I just don't want to give any to you."

[presoflasnevadas]

I am speaking espanol ( spanish for spanish ) though

cig please por favor

—w . s

"Okay? You think the kindness in my heart is gonna suddenly come out the moment I find someone speaking Spanish? Fuck off, steal one off of Glatt."

[presoflasnevadas]

Do you ever feel as numb as I do? It’s been a while, Quackity from Las Nevadas.

(No im not on another death or murder arc. Mod is just feeling a little depressed and loves putting that onto Charlie Slimebicle)

Signed, @slmccl-rp

"Do you have any idea how depressing this is?"

[presoflasnevadas]

i pinky promise i wont do that amigo ( spanish for friend )

—w . s

"Yes you will, I don't trust you one bit. Go to the store, they're like $5 or less."

[presoflasnevadas]

im sure you hate Jack and Charlie for SOMETHING.

"Jack sometimes cheats on the machines and Charlie can be a bit much, but thats nothing to hate someone over."

[presoflasnevadas]

can I borrow a fag por favor ( spanish for please )

—w . s

"No, actually. I like these ones, and you'll barely smoke one before stubbing it out and throwing it away!"

"I forgot that British peoole called a cig that and had to ask Foolish why Wilbur was asking to borrow a gay person from me-"

[presoflasnevadas]

give two reasons you hate Techno, Jack, Wilbur, Charlie and Ghostboo.

"I hate Technoblade for taking my eye and being a terrorist. I don't hate Jack or Charlie, Jack is a business partner, kinda- and Charlie is my best friend, so why would I hate him?"

"I hate Wilbur because he's fucking infuriating, he harasses me and my country all the time, its like he has no life at all! You'd think he'd be exploring and building new shit once he got back, but no! He decides to hover around and trespass."

[presoflasnevadas]

”HEY BOO! It’s been a hot minute 🤗”

@boss-man-jack-m

"Oh fuck, hey Jack! How have you been?"

[boss-man-jack-m]

”Just dandy, sweetie.”

*his phone starts playing a bunch of twinkle noises*

“Oh fuck off.”

[presoflasnevadas]

"Whats with all the sweetie shit?" Quackity asked. "You work at a daycare or something?"

[boss-man-jack-m]

”Nah, toots, I’m just trying something new.”

*pulls out a notepad*

“so, not stereotypical.”

“And no muscles so definately not a bear.”

*he pauses*

“Q, would you say I’m a hunk?”

[presoflasnevadas]

"Oookaaayy?"

"No, not at all. Maybe a twink. Maybe."

[boss-man-jack-m]

“Ah, fair.”

“I’m trying to figure out what kind of gay I am before I go chasing Ghostboo and Slime.”

“But Slime’s the token twink, there cant be two.”

[presoflasnevadas]

"You could chase them before? I don't think it matters."

"Says who?"

[presoflasnevadas]

”HEY BOO! It’s been a hot minute 🤗”

@boss-man-jack-m

"Oh fuck, hey Jack! How have you been?"

[boss-man-jack-m]

”Just dandy, sweetie.”

*his phone starts playing a bunch of twinkle noises*

“Oh fuck off.”

[presoflasnevadas]

"Whats with all the sweetie shit?" Quackity asked. "You work at a daycare or something?"

[boss-man-jack-m]

”Nah, toots, I’m just trying something new.”

*pulls out a notepad*

“so, not stereotypical.”

“And no muscles so definately not a bear.”

*he pauses*

“Q, would you say I’m a hunk?”

[presoflasnevadas]

"Oookaaayy?"

"No, not at all. Maybe a twink. Maybe."

[presoflasnevadas]

”HEY BOO! It’s been a hot minute 🤗”

@boss-man-jack-m

"Oh fuck, hey Jack! How have you been?"

[boss-man-jack-m]

”Just dandy, sweetie.”

*his phone starts playing a bunch of twinkle noises*

“Oh fuck off.”

[presoflasnevadas]

"Whats with all the sweetie shit?" Quackity asked. "You work at a daycare or something?"

[presoflasnevadas]

”HEY BOO! It’s been a hot minute 🤗”

@boss-man-jack-m

"Oh fuck, hey Jack! How have you been?"