5/8/23: General HCs will most likely keep changing to keep up with lore! However, there has not been any lore to separate eng!quackity and esp!quackity yet so for now this is just q!Quackity. (out of character)
You there!
Yeah you, you snoop!
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Hey there! :]
The name’s Quackity from QSMP! Is it Quesadilla SMP or Quackity SMP? (Hint: The handsome, gorgeous, too stunning for this world option.)
I mess around to have fun.
But no matter how things will change, one thing stays chronic: Big Ler Q! Yes, thank you, thank you. Hold your applause!
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General HCs
I’m a very, very tall and muscular man!!!1
Yes, I’m a duck, and no, you can’t eat me
You may be wondering if I ever take my beanie off… The answer may surprise you… No!
I banter with people no matter how well I know you so you’re in for a real treat!
I flirt occasionally but it’s nothing serious, promise
Still a bit sentimental about Tilín but trying to move on
Wearing Tilín’s old red ribbon on right wrist
1% Richarlyson’s Father and trying to get a higher percentage
Apart of project ‘Imortalyson’ to try and keep Richarlyson alive
[subject to updates]
Lee HCs
Immediate giggles if caught off-guard...
Affectionate teases? Gag. Oof. Hard Pass.
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Ler HCS
Big, big fan of tickle games. Chasing? Check plus!
Laughs along with a lee. Who can't?
Loves the way lees giggle and smile it’s just so arghhh?/??!
Not a big fan of anticipation, would rather go for the kill
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A Master at Work
A ram confronts a duck
Something’s wrong with Philza
Battle of the Lers (Spoiler: Q wins)
Eating some porkchop
Uno.
Potion incident- Holy shit there’s a baby??
Nightmares and New Discoveries
Blog Tags
[username] - reblogs and roleplays with a specific blog
asks
q's artwork - art done in character :]
rp starters - beginning of a thread of roleplay via reblogs
rp - posts related to roleplay content
q!quackity - roleplays relating to QSMP Quackity
preq!quackity - roleplay/interactions that are outside of the QSMP
dsmp!quackity - roleplays relating to DSMP Quackity
in character - out of roleplay posts or tags as Quackity
out of character - any posts or tags as an admin
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“Not only do I know you like flowers, I know that you like purple lilacs.” 🪻
The potion splashed on Phil, he coughed a bit, nothing really happened. Except for Phil feeling a bit dizzy, never mind something was wrong-
Phil coughed more as he collapsed on all fours, and with a small poof, he was gone, the bucket hat and kimono falling on the ground, a small lump underneath the kimono, wiggling attempting to get out.
@ticklishavian
Quackity flinched the moment he heard glass breaking. “Phil?” he shouted and rushed back to the man, grabbing a med kit. “I leave you alone for one minute-!“
Throwing open the door, he rushed in and almost tripped on top of the clothes on the floor. “I’M HE- WHAT THE HELL DUDE-!” He put a hand to his chest. “…ARE YOU NAKED-? WAIT no- Where the hell are you?!“ What kind of potion was Philza making again? Maybe the blond left the room just as he entered? Lost in thought, he screamed when he finally processed the wiggling mass on the floor. “OH MY GOD, PHIL, DID YOU TURN INTO A RAT?” With a grimace he picked up the wiggling mass, being sure to not cut his hand on the shards.
A tiny little version of Phil looked up, lifting up the kimono, still wearing clothes thankfully, turning his head to the side like a confused dog. He was at least 4 now, tiny wings twitching around a bit.
“Quackity?” He said in a tiny voice, looking around.
A loud and drawn out gasp erupted from Quackity. “Mini Phil?! Oh my god you’re so cuuuute!” He couldn’t help but scribble a hand over the now-baby’s stomach. It was instinctual!
“You just proved my point!” Quackity laughed, now holding the child to his chest with one arm. “Awwe, I should take pictures of youuu! I’ve never seen baby Philzaaa, I think other people should too!” He squeezed a few times at his thighs and fluttered his fingers at neck. “Especially with that little smile of yours!”
“Hehehe! Nohoho! Shuhuhush you-!” Phil giggled, squirming around and kicking his legs out, flapping his now tiny wings, attempting to get out of the others hold.
“Awwwe, but Tiny Ticklish Goo, I wanna keep talking about youuu! Besides, I don’t know how long this potion will last so I wanna make the best of it!” he declared and switched to tracing inside of the bellybutton, curious if there was any different reactions with his spots.
Surprised, Quackity let out a yelp and his hand stilled for a heartbeat. “Oho you,” he huffed, subtly readjusting the bird in his arms so that his feathers wouldn’t touch him while staying at the same spot, “You’re such a sweet gigglebug.”
Phil smirked, you’re on, bitch. The little guy immediately tackled the older, squeezing his hips and blowing raspberries instantly into his stomach. He wanted him too laugh.
Another yelp followed as Quackity hit the floor. “Oof- PhiHIL!” His following words died on his tongue and were replaced with chortles. “H-hehey! Nohone of thahat!” Hands grabbed for the smaller’s sides and thumbs dug into the stomach.
Quackity tried to make a stern expression but his wide smile ruined it. “GeHEHet yohou’re bahaby hahands ahahaway!” he demanded with a higher pitched tone. Twisting his body around, he moved both him and Phil onto their right sides while gently prying the smaller hand off so it wouldn’t get crushed. The duck’s hands then separated paths: one traveled slowly up to blond’s neck, stopping to tickle at the ribs, while the other went back to the giggle button.
As his giggles started fading, he cooed, “Ahaww, you’re like a little gray peep, aren’t you?” His fingers gently fluttered at the wings and rubbed them gently. “Soft like them too! Hmmm, wonder if you taste as sweet as they do?” He leaned down and blew a few raspberries at Phil’s stomach.
“Yup, that checks out too! Man, I should eat peeps like you more often, huh?” He let out a laugh at the other’s words. “Ohhh, does it? Should I do it again?” Without waiting for a reply, he repeated the action and then grinned down at the kid. “You know, I’m starting to think that the potion getting all over you was the best thing to happen! Don’t you agree?” he hummed, prodding around at the stomach.
Instead of brushing off the comment, he gasped dramatically. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Now that isn’t very nice,” he tsked, now drumming his fingers on Phil’s stomach. “Apologize!”
“No, huh? You’re gonna regret thaaaat, little birdy,” Quackity sang. Fingers at the stomach stilled and traveled down to the thighs to squeeze there instead. “I’m not gonna stop until I get that apologyyy!”
Quackity sighed in mock impatience. “Alriiight, I’ll help you out okay? I,” he bent down to blow a raspberry at Phil’s stomach, “Am,” and another, “Sorry!”
As he was pinned, he giggled and squirmed around. “Wh- Noho, you know, I’m really tired and if you think real hard you’ll prohobably realize that the potion effects are kinda draining. Lehet’s call ihit a day?”
When Quackity’s laughter tapered off a bit, he narrowed his eyes and said, “Yohou knohow what? I take bahack whahat I sahaid!” His hands grabbed at the others and held them. “The pohotion isn’t the behest thing to hahappen. Yohou dehecide thahat I cahan’t sleheep eheven thohough I’m soho tihired!” He pouts and dramatically cries, “Ihi wahant my Phihil bahack!”
Quackity bit his tongue. Being mean was not his intention at all, he had been kidding since Phil was usually on the receiving end… “Awe, shit, I’m sorry, Phil. That could have come out better.” He sat up and stared into his small blue eyes. “You’re still my Phil and I love you a lot. I was just being dramatic- I forgot how much energy kids have and your baby hands tickle like crazy. You did nothing wrong, okay?”
Quackity returned the hug and put hands around the back of his head. After a while, he smiled and pinched his side a few times. “C’monnn, my arms are getting sooore,” he drawled.
Phil tried getting Wilbur’s attention, but it didn’t work, Tallulah interrupting what he was gonna say. Phil wasn’t gonna be mad at a child obviously.
“Nevermind…” Was all Phil could say, huffing and heading home. Much to Wilbur’s confusion.
Phil was sitting on the couch, wings wrapped around his body, he was heartbroken. Everyone seems to forget. Like always. He’s gonna possibly die any day and nobody will possibly care, it was March 1st…what was the point…
Muffled whimpers became heart wrenching sobs in minutes, fucking hell.
Quackity was (not) spying on Chayanne when he saw Philza part from the Wilbur, Tallulah, and his target, seemingly distressed. On one hand, he wanted to help Phil because at anything it could potentially get him alone with Chayanne, but on the other, he wanted to stay with the group and see if he could isolate Chayanne. Seeing that the three were chatting amiably, Quackity concluded that it would be better to slink off. He didn’t want Wilbur or Tallulah to see him killing the egg anyways.
Upon seeing the blond enter his home, he retraced his steps. He didn’t want to come off like he had been following the entire time, but he doubted that Phil would notice. Once brushing off the dirt off of his clothes, he traveled back to the home, thinking over an excuse to visit. He settled with asking if Phil and Chayanne would help him go mining. It would be an unfortunate accident if Chayanne died to a Zombie with an iron sword.
He was taken off guard, not realizing that the other had been crying hard. “Jesus- Are you okay, Philza? I-“ His arms wrapped around the other in a hug, albeit slow he knew of his intentions.
Phil accepted the hug. “…yeah…just fine…” He looked up at the nearby calendar, looking at the day of March 1st, circled with a cake drawn on the box. Did everyone forget at this point…
Quackity followed his line of sight and gasped. Pulling back, he put his hands on Phil’s shoulders. “OH MY GOD IT’S YOU’RE BIRTHDAY? SHIT, I DIDN’T KNOW I’M SORRY-! You know what? We’re baking a cake. Me and you. Right now. If Chayanne’s around he can help?”
“I’m sorry Chayanne….” Phil said, bleeding out, his kid bleeding out as well. Tallulah was dead, Chayanne hugged her and Phil tightly as the final blow was struck. Phil’s breathing stopping after.
Phil woke up with a scream, shaking and gasping for breath. Just a dream…just a dream…he was sweating, tearing up and whimpering. Wings huddled around his body in a feathered puff ball.
Quackity had been passing by the remnants of the wall when he heard a scream in the distance. A sword was pulled out of his sheath in an instant as he spun around. “Who’s there?” He demanded, eyes scanning the area. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, deciding that someone must have been in danger instead, his sword started lowering. The only person he was near was Philza, he realized after a moment. With a sigh and a hand running down his face, he decided to scale the wall to the home. He may have disliked Chayanne for his abhorrence towards the duck but he figured if at least Phil needed some help... He didn’t know the man that well, but anything for Tallulah.
After much struggle and a now destroyed railway in the wall, he reached the top. “…Philza? Was that you?” he called after catching his breath.
Not immediately seeing anyone outside of the small home, Quackity knocked on the door. “You in there with Chayanne? Sorry if… I’m intruding but I was near and heard a pretty loud shout, just wanted to make sure everything was peachy?”
“Y-Yeah…just a nightmare. Finally managed to put Chayanne and Tallulah back to bed…I’m not going to sleep until I know there safe…” Phil looked up slightly, before resting his wings at his sides.
Quackity winced, he’d been having one every night since Tilín passed. “No worries, man. They’re safe with you. Besides, you definitely have the best placement of a house. All the rest of us are on the ground so we gets mobs more often.” He rubbed his arms then, unsure of what to say. He knew he would feel better if he saw Tallulah but he wasn’t going to bother Phil and Chayanne when the bird has just put the two eggs back to bed. “Well… I can leave if you want but if not, I don’t mind being your company for a while. I can’t really sleep myself.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. His leg bobbed up and down for a while until he stopped and said, “…Well, I don’t know if this’ll work but I can try something if you’re okay with it? If it doesn’t help you fall asleep it might at least make you feel a little better.”
“Great!” Quackity broke out in a grin and scooted closer to Phil. “If you don’t like it, just let me know, alright?” With that he scribbled at the blond’s sides and stomach.
Phil squeaked at the sudden touch, he felt giggles wanting to come out, but he bit his lip, giggling a tiny bit, clearly hadn’t been…tickled in awhile. “Ehehe-! Feels weird in…a good way-!”
“Awwwe, you have a nice laugh, you know.” Experimentally he tried prodding and spidering at the ribs and neck. “And yep,” he let out his own giggle. “That pretty much sums it up.”
Phil squirmed slightly, snickers escaping his lips. “Pfft-! Hehehehe! Hehehehe! Hahahaha!” He broke into honey sweet giggles and squeaks, blushing slightly at the compliment. “Reheheally? Most find it weird! Hahahaha! Hehehehe!”
Quackity cooed and giggled at the reactions. “I guess the feeling to laugh can be categorized as ‘weird’ but it’s pretty nice, like you said.” He then switched to circling around Phil’s hips and bellybutton.
(This takes place after the uno thing from earlier)
Phil walked out of his room, wrapped up in a black cloak. “Hey uh, Quackity, apologies for uh walking out like that, I uh…”
“It’s okay, Phil. Sorry that I upset you.” Quackity looked up and gave a hesitant smile. “Just let me know if I’m making you upset next time, alright? But besides that, how are you doing now?”
Phil was about to say something when his heart stopped for a minute, then pain shot up his entire body, Phil struggled a bit, before collapsing on all fours, his wings flapped in the cape, ripping it off, his entire legs and arms were covered in black feathers, up to his neck, his ears were ringing.
Eyes widening, he lurched forward to help. “Phil-? Oh my god, are-“ Startled, he cut himself off and scrambled backwards. “What in the world,” he whispered while biting his lip, “What the fuck is going on-?!”
As feathers enveloped the man in pain, the duck snapped out of his daze and tentatively repeated his former action, this time kneeling in front of the other. “… Okay, I need you to breathe with me. In and out. Whatever the hell is going on, we’ll figure it out later, okay?”
Phil looked at Quackity, grabbing a hand of the other. “I can’t-I…Please, Quackity, Run.”
He then quickly sprawled back, screaming, pushing the other away, shaking as black claws formed on his hands and feet, wings got more sprawled out, he turned his head over, growling, black liquid stroked on his eyes, purple pupils glared at the other.
"What? Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna run, you're in pain and-" He winced at the screams and inched forward again, only to stop short when he heard growling. "...Phil...?"
When the creature that now replaced the Philza he knew faced him, he took a few steps back, slowly. "Heyy, paall. Uhhm. I mean, wowww. You look... nice?" he tried amidst pinching his arm a few times. The pinpricks of pain assured him that this was not a dream and a lack of a response made dread pool in his stomach.
Finally doing what was asked of him, he twisted around and hurried away, adrenaline pushing him to go as fast as he could.
Quackity couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out. “Shit, shit, shihit-“ He had no destination in mind and quite frankly, he could only keep going for so long. Before that happened, he needed to find refuge. And fast. His own home was too far. Height was out of the option, the bird would be able to follow him easily. An idea struck him then. A cave. Sure, it was dark and gross but he would rather be lumped with some spiders and zombies that he could easily kill than something that would eat him if he made one wrong move. Even if he couldn’t make it, he just hoped that this form wouldn’t last long.
Phil sprung up, tackling the man down, him immediately digging one claw into Quackity’s neck, not tightly of course, he swung his other arm up a sadistic grin on his face, then froze, his eyes staring at Quackity stonefaced.
Quackity yelped and hit the ground hard, breath caught in his throat. Instinctively his flailing arms pushed at the appendage at his throat to no avail. He wheezed, “Fuck- Philza-“ One shaky inhale, and he closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.
When it didn’t come, he cracked open his left eye. Realizing he had a chance to stop the other, a new vigor enveloped him and words rushed out of his mouth. “Philza! I- I don’t know if you can understand what I’m saying right now, or if I’m just giving myself false hope, but you have to fight this. Please. It’s me, Quackity. Big Q. Your friend. I know you don’t want this- Just fight back! If not for me, for Tommy and Wilbur... We love you, Phil, just come back to us.”
Phil stared down, grin fading slightly, after a few minutes, Phil got off Quackity, bones cracking as he slowly shifted back to normal, claws slowly turning into normal hands, feathers retracting as some fell off, he grunted a bit, looking at Quackity with squinted eyes, light blue.
“Quackity…?” Phil stared horrified, looking at his hand, fingers stained with blood from a small cut on Quackity’s neck, then back up at the man he hurt, eyes looking worried and terrified as he spoke with a small tremble. “…I…I did this….”
When the weight from ontop of Quackity left, he titled his head back and closed his eyes in an attempt to even out his ragged breaths.
At the mention of his name, he sat up and stared at the wonderfully blond and green Philza. “Oh, Phiiiil.” Relief flooded his body. “Hey there! Glad you’re back,” he said, weary as the adrenaline rush leaked out. Squinting his eyes, he stared at the other’s hand. “… Blood? Are you okay?” It took him a moment but he got off of the ground and closed the proximity between the two. He frowned upon realization that the blood was not the man’s in front of him. “… Am I bleeding?” That’s when he noticed he had a headache. “Huh.” Without much thought he gingerly touched around the cut, wincing. “How bad is it?”
Quackity let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Okay.”
“Woah, woah. It’s… okay. I know you didn’t mean it but… what the hell was that thing?” He wanted to help Phil but quite frankly he was still shaken himself.
Phil stepped back, tearing up a bit, before breaking down on all fours. “I…I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to come out, I didn’t even want to hurt anyone again! I was so scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
Phil was unable to look at his friend in the eyes, he just continued crying.
When Phil dropped to the ground again, Quackity tensed up and stared at his friend, hard. Upon realizing that yes, the transformation wasn’t commencing, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck to calm himself. Someone had to drag the other out of this funk they found themselves in.
With a deep breath, he inquired, “… Again? What do you mean-? Phil?” He crouched down and extended a hand towards the other, retracted it, then reached it back out. “… You know what, let’s not think about that right now. I think it would be better if we just got back home first, yeah? Fix us up a little?”
The hug made a grunt and chuckle escape Quackity. “Awwe, clingy much?” he teased, falling back on his usual habits, content on ignoring everything that happened until they were back. As the hug dragged on, he let out a long sigh, light-heartedly, and pinched at Phil’s sides until he let him go.
“Oho? What’s thiiis?” Q whispered, blowing air onto his ears. “Uh oh, looks like I got a leech on me. “You know the best way to deal with those?” One hand slowly drifted from his side as slowly traveled closer and closer to the naval in wave-like motions. Once it was at there, it circled the rim like a hungry shark.
“Dawww, there it is! This little birdie just turned into a piggy! How cute!” Realizing that he wasn’t going to let go, he continued. “It’s a longgg and arduous process! But a few tickles here,” Vibrating at his belly button, “Here,” Switching to ribs, “And here,” Scribbles across the stomach, “Might just do the trick!”
“Good!” Quackity grinned. He stayed at the two spots for a while before focusing on Philza’s bellybutton. He had to twist around in awkward positions to keep his hands on him, but he didn’t mind himself minding.
Phil continued laughing, a pinkish blush on his face, with small snorts peppering in between. As he squirmed around trying to avoid Quackity’s fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going?" he scolded yet laughed along with him. “I gotta keep pressing the snort button!”
One head tilt in contemplation later, Quackity decided to flip Philza around so he could wrap his arms around the latter’s waist — a hug from behind. For extra measure, he kept the avian’s body close to his own so the wings wouldn’t wouldn’t spread out and cover his face. Only then did he resume dipping in and out of the spot he targeted. “Comfy, Philly Vanilla? I thought we could switch things up a little!”
Phil continued squirming from his new placement, the best he could. Phil’s blush got darker on his face as he once again became a giggly mess in the others hold, small snorts and squeaks peppering in.
“Hehehehehehe! Snort! Hahahahaha! Squeak! Hehehe!” Phil smiled, the sensations on his body felt nice actually, Phil leaned his head back a bit.
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep!” Phil’s eyes widened a bit at the sudden bird noise that came out of his mouth. “S-Sorry…”
Quackity’s fingers stilled for a moment and his mouth went agape. “Oh my god, you make those sounds too?! Do it again!” he demanded, and repeated his actions.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he prodded his stomach after every word, “No apologizing! It’s cute, you blushy bird!”
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep! Hehehe!” Phil squirmed but curled up and relaxed to the tickling. His stomach was a soft spot of his, he kinda of enjoyed it as well, the only downside is that it really tickles for him.
Phil’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky his face covered in reddish pink blush, his ears twitching. He attempted to cover his face with his hands.
Quackity cooed and made other sounds of adoration. “Dawww, Gigglebird, you’re making me melt!” The sounds that came out of the other changed his playful smile to a fonder one.
“Noooo, Philly! Don’t cover your face — it’s the best part!” he huffed, gently yet firmly prying a hand off. “Come onnnn, we gotta let the world see your gorgeous, flustered face!”
“Yehehes!” Quackity mimicked then hummed as he thought. “…I don’t have to go after your bellybutton again do I?” His hands at the stomach stilled and one pointer finger started circling the previous spot again.
“Threee.” There was a dramatic pause that ended with a rushed, “Two, one!” where then two fingers gently vibrated at and circled around inside the bellybutton.
Phil giggled keeping his mouth covered, before immediately squealing, immediately uncovering his mouth breaking into a fit of squeaky cackles. “PFFFFT-HAHAHAHA! QUACKITY-HAHAHAHA!”
Quackity cheered, albeit a bit loudly so he could be heard over the other’s laughter, “There we go! That wasn’t so hard now was it? And yeeees? That is my name!”
Phil squealed, snorting and cackling wildly. “ITIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH-! HAHAHAHA!”
He practically became a puddle in the others hold, his hair blocked his face slightly as his glasses slightly dislodged from his face, tears of laughter can be seen stroking down from his eyes. Phil had the biggest grin ever, flustered and red in the face.
Quackity hummed and stilled his hands so that he could give Phil another hug before backing away.
While the other caught his breath, the duck spun around to survey the area, letting out a little laugh after a while. “Yeah, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know where we are.” A hand went to his chin in an act of thought. “Think you could fly up for us?”
“Alright, mother hen,” Quackity crowed, trailing behind the other. He stayed silent until he started shivering. “Awwh man, can’t wait to get back inside. It’s kind of chilly out here,” he huffed, wrapping his arms in front of his chest.
He beamed and giggled. “Thanks, mom, you’re the best.”
Quackity squinted when he saw the outline of the house in the distance. “YEAH! FINALLY!” he shouted, raising a fist in the air that hit the wing. “Ehe, sorry.”
“Your good mate.” Phil smiled, once they approached the house, Phil immediately opened the door and sat on the couch, bird talons on his feet, clicking on the ground, taking everything that happened in.
Quackity paused at the sounds against the floor and then drew out a long sigh. He, too, crashed onto the couch and leaned his head back against rim. “… So. What was that?” he asked while closing his eyes.
“…It’s a goddamn curse that doesn’t help, even though people say it’s cool…” Phil sighed, talons lightly clicking on the ground. “Fuckin’ hell these need to be clipped…”
“It’s just…I…Just got so angry about what happened and I just…I just…” Phil paused, staring off a bit.
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“Take this you fuckin’ freak!”
“Gah-! Stop! Please-!” Phil screamed as he was thrown into the brick wall.
“Hey! Leave our brother alone!”
Emily…Evie…
“What they said!”
Sam…
“Oh my gosh, Phil, stay with us. Just hold on.”
I don’t know if I can….
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“Oh gods…girls I…” Phil stood at his terrified siblings, blood on his hands.
Quackity laughed humorlessly. “…Yeah. Phil, I’m really sorry about…” he opened his eyes and titled his head to Phil, then frowned at what he saw, “…That. Are you okay?” He sat up and let out a short exhale. “Phil? You still here?” One hand went to the avian’s shoulder.
Quackity scoffed when Phil grabbed his head and then sighed. “Phil, I want to help you but I can’t if you’re gonna insist that you’re okay when you aren’t.” He squeezed the other’s shoulder gently, “You can take your time, okay? I can wait, but do you at least have any advil or anything so I can help you get rid of your headache?”
He huffed again but dropped it for now. Even if Phil insisted that he was fine later, he would still get him something. When his eyes landed on Phil’s sad ones, he winced. “What? No, of course not. You’re definitely no monster even if you’ve made some choices that label you as a ‘bad guy’ by some hypocrites. You’re a good guy, Phil, even though I’ve disagreed with you in the past. I trust you and care about you, like other people in your life.”
“Yeah, really, you goof.” Quackity rolled his eyes light-heartedly. “I’m your friend because I want to be. That means that I think of you in a good light, otherwise we’d both be close monsters or bad guys together.”
Phil chuckled slightly. “…tell that to Tommy…he uh…doesn’t trust me after I broke Dream out and uh…all that shit with L’manburg…I don’t think Wilbur trusts me after everything I did…gods I was a terrible father…but, Quackity…just look at me…you seriously think I’m a good person….even after everything that…thing did…”
Phil was fiddling around, his face was red on the bottom of his eyes, red from crying.
“That’s the past, Phil. I’ve moved past it, so can they, and so can you. All that matters is that you try to do better.” Quackity stared at the wall for a moment before turning back to Phil. “You care about people you’re close to and that’s enough. I’m sure Tommy and Wilbur still think about you in a good way too.”
“Aw, Phil,” he stretched his sleeve so it was covering his hand so he could wipe away some of the tears. “It’s okay. Don’t worry too much about it.”
“…Quackity, if I tell you…what’s been happening with Wilbur and I…can you please keep it a secret…it’s been going on for awhile…” Phil said, being serious.
He retracted his hand with a nod. “Yeah sure. I don’t really have anyone worth telling anyways,” he huffed and put on a smile. “What’s up though? Is everything okay with you and Wilbur?”
Phil sighed. “Fundy told me the other day…that Wilbur lied to me…in letters that Wilbur wrote to me…he lied about Schlatt and the election…saying that Pogtopia was created by Wilbur, saying that he gave L’manburg too Tubbo…” He paused slightly. “I had no idea Tubbo was executed either…I had no idea Schlatt played a bigger role than expected...”
Quackity’s eye twitched as he stared at his own hands. “Yeah… It was pretty fucked up. I don’t blame him for not telling you, it was a lot. I guess he just didn’t want you to worry over him spiraling.” He absentmindedly traced some scars. “But still, you deserved to be told the truth. I’m sorry about that… I don’t know if you know the full story even now but I could try filling in some of the blanks?”
Phil sighed. “Fundy did tell me, but I got into an argument with Wilbur…that day…and uh…that form…was the same one you saw earlier, I unleashed it on Wilbur, Tommy walked in, chased them both down, they nearly killed me…Tommy called me a monster that day…I don’t think Tommy forgives me for killing Wilbur and…everything that happened…he did say he had a bone to pick with me….”
Phil sighs, putting his face in his hands, talons tapping on the floor below. “Wilbur told me when we had that argument, how I was a terrible father, how Ghostbur’s failed resurrection was my fault…just…” Phil whimpered, breaking into muffled sobs.
Quackity stayed quiet and nodded until Phil stopped. “Oh, Phil. It’s okay.” He rubbed at the bird’s back and thought about what to say. “…You’re still trying to help, even after all of that shit that went wrong. That makes you a good father. And if they still think the opposite then they’re the ones with an issue. No ones perfect, hell even they should understand that. So long as you do something to help, that’s good enough, whether you have their approval or not.”
Phil hugged Quackity, still crying. “Mmf…I think they still hate me after everything I’ve done with Techno and Dream…Doomsday…just…everything is my fault…”
Quackity took a long inhale and exhale. It still stung a bit when he was also a target in some sense but he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. “It’s not all your fault. L’manburg was a doomed nation to begin with. Those two just keep clinging onto it when everyone else has moved on. But I’m sure that they don’t completely hate you, Phil. You’re a father and a father-figure. You gotta let go of what’s happened.” Remembering he had some tissues in his pocket, he pulled them out and handed them over.
“It’s okay. It takes time to heal and move on. I’ll still be around if you need to talk or just have company, alright?” He quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“…nevermind…” Phil sighed. He laid against Quackity, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, trilling a bit. His bird instincts were coming out pretty quickly, he looked a bit uncomfortable though with his overgrown talons.
Quackity shot the other a glance but didn’t push it. Instead, he adjusted his weight so that Phil would be a little more comfortable and snaked an arm around his back to pull him into a sideways hug. As he rubbed the bird’s shoulder gently, he closes his eyes.
The potion splashed on Phil, he coughed a bit, nothing really happened. Except for Phil feeling a bit dizzy, never mind something was wrong-
Phil coughed more as he collapsed on all fours, and with a small poof, he was gone, the bucket hat and kimono falling on the ground, a small lump underneath the kimono, wiggling attempting to get out.
@ticklishavian
Quackity flinched the moment he heard glass breaking. “Phil?” he shouted and rushed back to the man, grabbing a med kit. “I leave you alone for one minute-!“
Throwing open the door, he rushed in and almost tripped on top of the clothes on the floor. “I’M HE- WHAT THE HELL DUDE-!” He put a hand to his chest. “…ARE YOU NAKED-? WAIT no- Where the hell are you?!“ What kind of potion was Philza making again? Maybe the blond left the room just as he entered? Lost in thought, he screamed when he finally processed the wiggling mass on the floor. “OH MY GOD, PHIL, DID YOU TURN INTO A RAT?” With a grimace he picked up the wiggling mass, being sure to not cut his hand on the shards.
A tiny little version of Phil looked up, lifting up the kimono, still wearing clothes thankfully, turning his head to the side like a confused dog. He was at least 4 now, tiny wings twitching around a bit.
“Quackity?” He said in a tiny voice, looking around.
A loud and drawn out gasp erupted from Quackity. “Mini Phil?! Oh my god you’re so cuuuute!” He couldn’t help but scribble a hand over the now-baby’s stomach. It was instinctual!
“You just proved my point!” Quackity laughed, now holding the child to his chest with one arm. “Awwe, I should take pictures of youuu! I’ve never seen baby Philzaaa, I think other people should too!” He squeezed a few times at his thighs and fluttered his fingers at neck. “Especially with that little smile of yours!”
“Hehehe! Nohoho! Shuhuhush you-!” Phil giggled, squirming around and kicking his legs out, flapping his now tiny wings, attempting to get out of the others hold.
“Awwwe, but Tiny Ticklish Goo, I wanna keep talking about youuu! Besides, I don’t know how long this potion will last so I wanna make the best of it!” he declared and switched to tracing inside of the bellybutton, curious if there was any different reactions with his spots.
Surprised, Quackity let out a yelp and his hand stilled for a heartbeat. “Oho you,” he huffed, subtly readjusting the bird in his arms so that his feathers wouldn’t touch him while staying at the same spot, “You’re such a sweet gigglebug.”
Phil smirked, you’re on, bitch. The little guy immediately tackled the older, squeezing his hips and blowing raspberries instantly into his stomach. He wanted him too laugh.
Another yelp followed as Quackity hit the floor. “Oof- PhiHIL!” His following words died on his tongue and were replaced with chortles. “H-hehey! Nohone of thahat!” Hands grabbed for the smaller’s sides and thumbs dug into the stomach.
Quackity tried to make a stern expression but his wide smile ruined it. “GeHEHet yohou’re bahaby hahands ahahaway!” he demanded with a higher pitched tone. Twisting his body around, he moved both him and Phil onto their right sides while gently prying the smaller hand off so it wouldn’t get crushed. The duck’s hands then separated paths: one traveled slowly up to blond’s neck, stopping to tickle at the ribs, while the other went back to the giggle button.
As his giggles started fading, he cooed, “Ahaww, you’re like a little gray peep, aren’t you?” His fingers gently fluttered at the wings and rubbed them gently. “Soft like them too! Hmmm, wonder if you taste as sweet as they do?” He leaned down and blew a few raspberries at Phil’s stomach.
“Yup, that checks out too! Man, I should eat peeps like you more often, huh?” He let out a laugh at the other’s words. “Ohhh, does it? Should I do it again?” Without waiting for a reply, he repeated the action and then grinned down at the kid. “You know, I’m starting to think that the potion getting all over you was the best thing to happen! Don’t you agree?” he hummed, prodding around at the stomach.
Instead of brushing off the comment, he gasped dramatically. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Now that isn’t very nice,” he tsked, now drumming his fingers on Phil’s stomach. “Apologize!”
“No, huh? You’re gonna regret thaaaat, little birdy,” Quackity sang. Fingers at the stomach stilled and traveled down to the thighs to squeeze there instead. “I’m not gonna stop until I get that apologyyy!”
Quackity sighed in mock impatience. “Alriiight, I’ll help you out okay? I,” he bent down to blow a raspberry at Phil’s stomach, “Am,” and another, “Sorry!”
As he was pinned, he giggled and squirmed around. “Wh- Noho, you know, I’m really tired and if you think real hard you’ll prohobably realize that the potion effects are kinda draining. Lehet’s call ihit a day?”
When Quackity’s laughter tapered off a bit, he narrowed his eyes and said, “Yohou knohow what? I take bahack whahat I sahaid!” His hands grabbed at the others and held them. “The pohotion isn’t the behest thing to hahappen. Yohou dehecide thahat I cahan’t sleheep eheven thohough I’m soho tihired!” He pouts and dramatically cries, “Ihi wahant my Phihil bahack!”
Quackity bit his tongue. Being mean was not his intention at all, he had been kidding since Phil was usually on the receiving end… “Awe, shit, I’m sorry, Phil. That could have come out better.” He sat up and stared into his small blue eyes. “You’re still my Phil and I love you a lot. I was just being dramatic- I forgot how much energy kids have and your baby hands tickle like crazy. You did nothing wrong, okay?”
Phil tried getting Wilbur’s attention, but it didn’t work, Tallulah interrupting what he was gonna say. Phil wasn’t gonna be mad at a child obviously.
“Nevermind…” Was all Phil could say, huffing and heading home. Much to Wilbur’s confusion.
Phil was sitting on the couch, wings wrapped around his body, he was heartbroken. Everyone seems to forget. Like always. He’s gonna possibly die any day and nobody will possibly care, it was March 1st…what was the point…
Muffled whimpers became heart wrenching sobs in minutes, fucking hell.
Quackity was (not) spying on Chayanne when he saw Philza part from the Wilbur, Tallulah, and his target, seemingly distressed. On one hand, he wanted to help Phil because at anything it could potentially get him alone with Chayanne, but on the other, he wanted to stay with the group and see if he could isolate Chayanne. Seeing that the three were chatting amiably, Quackity concluded that it would be better to slink off. He didn’t want Wilbur or Tallulah to see him killing the egg anyways.
Upon seeing the blond enter his home, he retraced his steps. He didn’t want to come off like he had been following the entire time, but he doubted that Phil would notice. Once brushing off the dirt off of his clothes, he traveled back to the home, thinking over an excuse to visit. He settled with asking if Phil and Chayanne would help him go mining. It would be an unfortunate accident if Chayanne died to a Zombie with an iron sword.
He was taken off guard, not realizing that the other had been crying hard. “Jesus- Are you okay, Philza? I-“ His arms wrapped around the other in a hug, albeit slow he knew of his intentions.
“I’m sorry Chayanne….” Phil said, bleeding out, his kid bleeding out as well. Tallulah was dead, Chayanne hugged her and Phil tightly as the final blow was struck. Phil’s breathing stopping after.
Phil woke up with a scream, shaking and gasping for breath. Just a dream…just a dream…he was sweating, tearing up and whimpering. Wings huddled around his body in a feathered puff ball.
Quackity had been passing by the remnants of the wall when he heard a scream in the distance. A sword was pulled out of his sheath in an instant as he spun around. “Who’s there?” He demanded, eyes scanning the area. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, deciding that someone must have been in danger instead, his sword started lowering. The only person he was near was Philza, he realized after a moment. With a sigh and a hand running down his face, he decided to scale the wall to the home. He may have disliked Chayanne for his abhorrence towards the duck but he figured if at least Phil needed some help... He didn’t know the man that well, but anything for Tallulah.
After much struggle and a now destroyed railway in the wall, he reached the top. “…Philza? Was that you?” he called after catching his breath.
Not immediately seeing anyone outside of the small home, Quackity knocked on the door. “You in there with Chayanne? Sorry if… I’m intruding but I was near and heard a pretty loud shout, just wanted to make sure everything was peachy?”
“Y-Yeah…just a nightmare. Finally managed to put Chayanne and Tallulah back to bed…I’m not going to sleep until I know there safe…” Phil looked up slightly, before resting his wings at his sides.
Quackity winced, he’d been having one every night since Tilín passed. “No worries, man. They’re safe with you. Besides, you definitely have the best placement of a house. All the rest of us are on the ground so we gets mobs more often.” He rubbed his arms then, unsure of what to say. He knew he would feel better if he saw Tallulah but he wasn’t going to bother Phil and Chayanne when the bird has just put the two eggs back to bed. “Well… I can leave if you want but if not, I don’t mind being your company for a while. I can’t really sleep myself.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. His leg bobbed up and down for a while until he stopped and said, “…Well, I don’t know if this’ll work but I can try something if you’re okay with it? If it doesn’t help you fall asleep it might at least make you feel a little better.”
“Great!” Quackity broke out in a grin and scooted closer to Phil. “If you don’t like it, just let me know, alright?” With that he scribbled at the blond’s sides and stomach.
Phil squeaked at the sudden touch, he felt giggles wanting to come out, but he bit his lip, giggling a tiny bit, clearly hadn’t been…tickled in awhile. “Ehehe-! Feels weird in…a good way-!”
“Awwwe, you have a nice laugh, you know.” Experimentally he tried prodding and spidering at the ribs and neck. “And yep,” he let out his own giggle. “That pretty much sums it up.”
Phil squirmed slightly, snickers escaping his lips. “Pfft-! Hehehehe! Hehehehe! Hahahaha!” He broke into honey sweet giggles and squeaks, blushing slightly at the compliment. “Reheheally? Most find it weird! Hahahaha! Hehehehe!”
Quackity cooed and giggled at the reactions. “I guess the feeling to laugh can be categorized as ‘weird’ but it’s pretty nice, like you said.” He then switched to circling around Phil’s hips and bellybutton.
(This takes place after the uno thing from earlier)
Phil walked out of his room, wrapped up in a black cloak. “Hey uh, Quackity, apologies for uh walking out like that, I uh…”
“It’s okay, Phil. Sorry that I upset you.” Quackity looked up and gave a hesitant smile. “Just let me know if I’m making you upset next time, alright? But besides that, how are you doing now?”
Phil was about to say something when his heart stopped for a minute, then pain shot up his entire body, Phil struggled a bit, before collapsing on all fours, his wings flapped in the cape, ripping it off, his entire legs and arms were covered in black feathers, up to his neck, his ears were ringing.
Eyes widening, he lurched forward to help. “Phil-? Oh my god, are-“ Startled, he cut himself off and scrambled backwards. “What in the world,” he whispered while biting his lip, “What the fuck is going on-?!”
As feathers enveloped the man in pain, the duck snapped out of his daze and tentatively repeated his former action, this time kneeling in front of the other. “… Okay, I need you to breathe with me. In and out. Whatever the hell is going on, we’ll figure it out later, okay?”
Phil looked at Quackity, grabbing a hand of the other. “I can’t-I…Please, Quackity, Run.”
He then quickly sprawled back, screaming, pushing the other away, shaking as black claws formed on his hands and feet, wings got more sprawled out, he turned his head over, growling, black liquid stroked on his eyes, purple pupils glared at the other.
"What? Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna run, you're in pain and-" He winced at the screams and inched forward again, only to stop short when he heard growling. "...Phil...?"
When the creature that now replaced the Philza he knew faced him, he took a few steps back, slowly. "Heyy, paall. Uhhm. I mean, wowww. You look... nice?" he tried amidst pinching his arm a few times. The pinpricks of pain assured him that this was not a dream and a lack of a response made dread pool in his stomach.
Finally doing what was asked of him, he twisted around and hurried away, adrenaline pushing him to go as fast as he could.
Quackity couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out. “Shit, shit, shihit-“ He had no destination in mind and quite frankly, he could only keep going for so long. Before that happened, he needed to find refuge. And fast. His own home was too far. Height was out of the option, the bird would be able to follow him easily. An idea struck him then. A cave. Sure, it was dark and gross but he would rather be lumped with some spiders and zombies that he could easily kill than something that would eat him if he made one wrong move. Even if he couldn’t make it, he just hoped that this form wouldn’t last long.
Phil sprung up, tackling the man down, him immediately digging one claw into Quackity’s neck, not tightly of course, he swung his other arm up a sadistic grin on his face, then froze, his eyes staring at Quackity stonefaced.
Quackity yelped and hit the ground hard, breath caught in his throat. Instinctively his flailing arms pushed at the appendage at his throat to no avail. He wheezed, “Fuck- Philza-“ One shaky inhale, and he closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.
When it didn’t come, he cracked open his left eye. Realizing he had a chance to stop the other, a new vigor enveloped him and words rushed out of his mouth. “Philza! I- I don’t know if you can understand what I’m saying right now, or if I’m just giving myself false hope, but you have to fight this. Please. It’s me, Quackity. Big Q. Your friend. I know you don’t want this- Just fight back! If not for me, for Tommy and Wilbur... We love you, Phil, just come back to us.”
Phil stared down, grin fading slightly, after a few minutes, Phil got off Quackity, bones cracking as he slowly shifted back to normal, claws slowly turning into normal hands, feathers retracting as some fell off, he grunted a bit, looking at Quackity with squinted eyes, light blue.
“Quackity…?” Phil stared horrified, looking at his hand, fingers stained with blood from a small cut on Quackity’s neck, then back up at the man he hurt, eyes looking worried and terrified as he spoke with a small tremble. “…I…I did this….”
When the weight from ontop of Quackity left, he titled his head back and closed his eyes in an attempt to even out his ragged breaths.
At the mention of his name, he sat up and stared at the wonderfully blond and green Philza. “Oh, Phiiiil.” Relief flooded his body. “Hey there! Glad you’re back,” he said, weary as the adrenaline rush leaked out. Squinting his eyes, he stared at the other’s hand. “… Blood? Are you okay?” It took him a moment but he got off of the ground and closed the proximity between the two. He frowned upon realization that the blood was not the man’s in front of him. “… Am I bleeding?” That’s when he noticed he had a headache. “Huh.” Without much thought he gingerly touched around the cut, wincing. “How bad is it?”
Quackity let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Okay.”
“Woah, woah. It’s… okay. I know you didn’t mean it but… what the hell was that thing?” He wanted to help Phil but quite frankly he was still shaken himself.
Phil stepped back, tearing up a bit, before breaking down on all fours. “I…I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to come out, I didn’t even want to hurt anyone again! I was so scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
Phil was unable to look at his friend in the eyes, he just continued crying.
When Phil dropped to the ground again, Quackity tensed up and stared at his friend, hard. Upon realizing that yes, the transformation wasn’t commencing, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck to calm himself. Someone had to drag the other out of this funk they found themselves in.
With a deep breath, he inquired, “… Again? What do you mean-? Phil?” He crouched down and extended a hand towards the other, retracted it, then reached it back out. “… You know what, let’s not think about that right now. I think it would be better if we just got back home first, yeah? Fix us up a little?”
The hug made a grunt and chuckle escape Quackity. “Awwe, clingy much?” he teased, falling back on his usual habits, content on ignoring everything that happened until they were back. As the hug dragged on, he let out a long sigh, light-heartedly, and pinched at Phil’s sides until he let him go.
“Oho? What’s thiiis?” Q whispered, blowing air onto his ears. “Uh oh, looks like I got a leech on me. “You know the best way to deal with those?” One hand slowly drifted from his side as slowly traveled closer and closer to the naval in wave-like motions. Once it was at there, it circled the rim like a hungry shark.
“Dawww, there it is! This little birdie just turned into a piggy! How cute!” Realizing that he wasn’t going to let go, he continued. “It’s a longgg and arduous process! But a few tickles here,” Vibrating at his belly button, “Here,” Switching to ribs, “And here,” Scribbles across the stomach, “Might just do the trick!”
“Good!” Quackity grinned. He stayed at the two spots for a while before focusing on Philza’s bellybutton. He had to twist around in awkward positions to keep his hands on him, but he didn’t mind himself minding.
Phil continued laughing, a pinkish blush on his face, with small snorts peppering in between. As he squirmed around trying to avoid Quackity’s fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going?" he scolded yet laughed along with him. “I gotta keep pressing the snort button!”
One head tilt in contemplation later, Quackity decided to flip Philza around so he could wrap his arms around the latter’s waist — a hug from behind. For extra measure, he kept the avian’s body close to his own so the wings wouldn’t wouldn’t spread out and cover his face. Only then did he resume dipping in and out of the spot he targeted. “Comfy, Philly Vanilla? I thought we could switch things up a little!”
Phil continued squirming from his new placement, the best he could. Phil’s blush got darker on his face as he once again became a giggly mess in the others hold, small snorts and squeaks peppering in.
“Hehehehehehe! Snort! Hahahahaha! Squeak! Hehehe!” Phil smiled, the sensations on his body felt nice actually, Phil leaned his head back a bit.
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep!” Phil’s eyes widened a bit at the sudden bird noise that came out of his mouth. “S-Sorry…”
Quackity’s fingers stilled for a moment and his mouth went agape. “Oh my god, you make those sounds too?! Do it again!” he demanded, and repeated his actions.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he prodded his stomach after every word, “No apologizing! It’s cute, you blushy bird!”
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep! Hehehe!” Phil squirmed but curled up and relaxed to the tickling. His stomach was a soft spot of his, he kinda of enjoyed it as well, the only downside is that it really tickles for him.
Phil’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky his face covered in reddish pink blush, his ears twitching. He attempted to cover his face with his hands.
Quackity cooed and made other sounds of adoration. “Dawww, Gigglebird, you’re making me melt!” The sounds that came out of the other changed his playful smile to a fonder one.
“Noooo, Philly! Don’t cover your face — it’s the best part!” he huffed, gently yet firmly prying a hand off. “Come onnnn, we gotta let the world see your gorgeous, flustered face!”
“Yehehes!” Quackity mimicked then hummed as he thought. “…I don’t have to go after your bellybutton again do I?” His hands at the stomach stilled and one pointer finger started circling the previous spot again.
“Threee.” There was a dramatic pause that ended with a rushed, “Two, one!” where then two fingers gently vibrated at and circled around inside the bellybutton.
Phil giggled keeping his mouth covered, before immediately squealing, immediately uncovering his mouth breaking into a fit of squeaky cackles. “PFFFFT-HAHAHAHA! QUACKITY-HAHAHAHA!”
Quackity cheered, albeit a bit loudly so he could be heard over the other’s laughter, “There we go! That wasn’t so hard now was it? And yeeees? That is my name!”
Phil squealed, snorting and cackling wildly. “ITIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH-! HAHAHAHA!”
He practically became a puddle in the others hold, his hair blocked his face slightly as his glasses slightly dislodged from his face, tears of laughter can be seen stroking down from his eyes. Phil had the biggest grin ever, flustered and red in the face.
Quackity hummed and stilled his hands so that he could give Phil another hug before backing away.
While the other caught his breath, the duck spun around to survey the area, letting out a little laugh after a while. “Yeah, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know where we are.” A hand went to his chin in an act of thought. “Think you could fly up for us?”
“Alright, mother hen,” Quackity crowed, trailing behind the other. He stayed silent until he started shivering. “Awwh man, can’t wait to get back inside. It’s kind of chilly out here,” he huffed, wrapping his arms in front of his chest.
He beamed and giggled. “Thanks, mom, you’re the best.”
Quackity squinted when he saw the outline of the house in the distance. “YEAH! FINALLY!” he shouted, raising a fist in the air that hit the wing. “Ehe, sorry.”
“Your good mate.” Phil smiled, once they approached the house, Phil immediately opened the door and sat on the couch, bird talons on his feet, clicking on the ground, taking everything that happened in.
Quackity paused at the sounds against the floor and then drew out a long sigh. He, too, crashed onto the couch and leaned his head back against rim. “… So. What was that?” he asked while closing his eyes.
“…It’s a goddamn curse that doesn’t help, even though people say it’s cool…” Phil sighed, talons lightly clicking on the ground. “Fuckin’ hell these need to be clipped…”
“It’s just…I…Just got so angry about what happened and I just…I just…” Phil paused, staring off a bit.
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“Take this you fuckin’ freak!”
“Gah-! Stop! Please-!” Phil screamed as he was thrown into the brick wall.
“Hey! Leave our brother alone!”
Emily…Evie…
“What they said!”
Sam…
“Oh my gosh, Phil, stay with us. Just hold on.”
I don’t know if I can….
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“Oh gods…girls I…” Phil stood at his terrified siblings, blood on his hands.
Quackity laughed humorlessly. “…Yeah. Phil, I’m really sorry about…” he opened his eyes and titled his head to Phil, then frowned at what he saw, “…That. Are you okay?” He sat up and let out a short exhale. “Phil? You still here?” One hand went to the avian’s shoulder.
Quackity scoffed when Phil grabbed his head and then sighed. “Phil, I want to help you but I can’t if you’re gonna insist that you’re okay when you aren’t.” He squeezed the other’s shoulder gently, “You can take your time, okay? I can wait, but do you at least have any advil or anything so I can help you get rid of your headache?”
He huffed again but dropped it for now. Even if Phil insisted that he was fine later, he would still get him something. When his eyes landed on Phil’s sad ones, he winced. “What? No, of course not. You’re definitely no monster even if you’ve made some choices that label you as a ‘bad guy’ by some hypocrites. You’re a good guy, Phil, even though I’ve disagreed with you in the past. I trust you and care about you, like other people in your life.”
“Yeah, really, you goof.” Quackity rolled his eyes light-heartedly. “I’m your friend because I want to be. That means that I think of you in a good light, otherwise we’d both be close monsters or bad guys together.”
Phil chuckled slightly. “…tell that to Tommy…he uh…doesn’t trust me after I broke Dream out and uh…all that shit with L’manburg…I don’t think Wilbur trusts me after everything I did…gods I was a terrible father…but, Quackity…just look at me…you seriously think I’m a good person….even after everything that…thing did…”
Phil was fiddling around, his face was red on the bottom of his eyes, red from crying.
“That’s the past, Phil. I’ve moved past it, so can they, and so can you. All that matters is that you try to do better.” Quackity stared at the wall for a moment before turning back to Phil. “You care about people you’re close to and that’s enough. I’m sure Tommy and Wilbur still think about you in a good way too.”
“Aw, Phil,” he stretched his sleeve so it was covering his hand so he could wipe away some of the tears. “It’s okay. Don’t worry too much about it.”
“…Quackity, if I tell you…what’s been happening with Wilbur and I…can you please keep it a secret…it’s been going on for awhile…” Phil said, being serious.
He retracted his hand with a nod. “Yeah sure. I don’t really have anyone worth telling anyways,” he huffed and put on a smile. “What’s up though? Is everything okay with you and Wilbur?”
Phil sighed. “Fundy told me the other day…that Wilbur lied to me…in letters that Wilbur wrote to me…he lied about Schlatt and the election…saying that Pogtopia was created by Wilbur, saying that he gave L’manburg too Tubbo…” He paused slightly. “I had no idea Tubbo was executed either…I had no idea Schlatt played a bigger role than expected...”
Quackity’s eye twitched as he stared at his own hands. “Yeah… It was pretty fucked up. I don’t blame him for not telling you, it was a lot. I guess he just didn’t want you to worry over him spiraling.” He absentmindedly traced some scars. “But still, you deserved to be told the truth. I’m sorry about that… I don’t know if you know the full story even now but I could try filling in some of the blanks?”
Phil sighed. “Fundy did tell me, but I got into an argument with Wilbur…that day…and uh…that form…was the same one you saw earlier, I unleashed it on Wilbur, Tommy walked in, chased them both down, they nearly killed me…Tommy called me a monster that day…I don’t think Tommy forgives me for killing Wilbur and…everything that happened…he did say he had a bone to pick with me….”
Phil sighs, putting his face in his hands, talons tapping on the floor below. “Wilbur told me when we had that argument, how I was a terrible father, how Ghostbur’s failed resurrection was my fault…just…” Phil whimpered, breaking into muffled sobs.
Quackity stayed quiet and nodded until Phil stopped. “Oh, Phil. It’s okay.” He rubbed at the bird’s back and thought about what to say. “…You’re still trying to help, even after all of that shit that went wrong. That makes you a good father. And if they still think the opposite then they’re the ones with an issue. No ones perfect, hell even they should understand that. So long as you do something to help, that’s good enough, whether you have their approval or not.”
Phil hugged Quackity, still crying. “Mmf…I think they still hate me after everything I’ve done with Techno and Dream…Doomsday…just…everything is my fault…”
Quackity took a long inhale and exhale. It still stung a bit when he was also a target in some sense but he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. “It’s not all your fault. L’manburg was a doomed nation to begin with. Those two just keep clinging onto it when everyone else has moved on. But I’m sure that they don’t completely hate you, Phil. You’re a father and a father-figure. You gotta let go of what’s happened.” Remembering he had some tissues in his pocket, he pulled them out and handed them over.
“It’s okay. It takes time to heal and move on. I’ll still be around if you need to talk or just have company, alright?” He quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“…nevermind…” Phil sighed. He laid against Quackity, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, trilling a bit. His bird instincts were coming out pretty quickly, he looked a bit uncomfortable though with his overgrown talons.
Quackity shot the other a glance but didn’t push it. Instead, he adjusted his weight so that Phil would be a little more comfortable and snaked an arm around his back to pull him into a sideways hug. As he rubbed the bird’s shoulder gently, he closes his eyes.
The potion splashed on Phil, he coughed a bit, nothing really happened. Except for Phil feeling a bit dizzy, never mind something was wrong-
Phil coughed more as he collapsed on all fours, and with a small poof, he was gone, the bucket hat and kimono falling on the ground, a small lump underneath the kimono, wiggling attempting to get out.
@ticklishavian
Quackity flinched the moment he heard glass breaking. “Phil?” he shouted and rushed back to the man, grabbing a med kit. “I leave you alone for one minute-!“
Throwing open the door, he rushed in and almost tripped on top of the clothes on the floor. “I’M HE- WHAT THE HELL DUDE-!” He put a hand to his chest. “…ARE YOU NAKED-? WAIT no- Where the hell are you?!“ What kind of potion was Philza making again? Maybe the blond left the room just as he entered? Lost in thought, he screamed when he finally processed the wiggling mass on the floor. “OH MY GOD, PHIL, DID YOU TURN INTO A RAT?” With a grimace he picked up the wiggling mass, being sure to not cut his hand on the shards.
A tiny little version of Phil looked up, lifting up the kimono, still wearing clothes thankfully, turning his head to the side like a confused dog. He was at least 4 now, tiny wings twitching around a bit.
“Quackity?” He said in a tiny voice, looking around.
A loud and drawn out gasp erupted from Quackity. “Mini Phil?! Oh my god you’re so cuuuute!” He couldn’t help but scribble a hand over the now-baby’s stomach. It was instinctual!
“You just proved my point!” Quackity laughed, now holding the child to his chest with one arm. “Awwe, I should take pictures of youuu! I’ve never seen baby Philzaaa, I think other people should too!” He squeezed a few times at his thighs and fluttered his fingers at neck. “Especially with that little smile of yours!”
“Hehehe! Nohoho! Shuhuhush you-!” Phil giggled, squirming around and kicking his legs out, flapping his now tiny wings, attempting to get out of the others hold.
“Awwwe, but Tiny Ticklish Goo, I wanna keep talking about youuu! Besides, I don’t know how long this potion will last so I wanna make the best of it!” he declared and switched to tracing inside of the bellybutton, curious if there was any different reactions with his spots.
Surprised, Quackity let out a yelp and his hand stilled for a heartbeat. “Oho you,” he huffed, subtly readjusting the bird in his arms so that his feathers wouldn’t touch him while staying at the same spot, “You’re such a sweet gigglebug.”
Phil smirked, you’re on, bitch. The little guy immediately tackled the older, squeezing his hips and blowing raspberries instantly into his stomach. He wanted him too laugh.
Another yelp followed as Quackity hit the floor. “Oof- PhiHIL!” His following words died on his tongue and were replaced with chortles. “H-hehey! Nohone of thahat!” Hands grabbed for the smaller’s sides and thumbs dug into the stomach.
Quackity tried to make a stern expression but his wide smile ruined it. “GeHEHet yohou’re bahaby hahands ahahaway!” he demanded with a higher pitched tone. Twisting his body around, he moved both him and Phil onto their right sides while gently prying the smaller hand off so it wouldn’t get crushed. The duck’s hands then separated paths: one traveled slowly up to blond’s neck, stopping to tickle at the ribs, while the other went back to the giggle button.
As his giggles started fading, he cooed, “Ahaww, you’re like a little gray peep, aren’t you?” His fingers gently fluttered at the wings and rubbed them gently. “Soft like them too! Hmmm, wonder if you taste as sweet as they do?” He leaned down and blew a few raspberries at Phil’s stomach.
“Yup, that checks out too! Man, I should eat peeps like you more often, huh?” He let out a laugh at the other’s words. “Ohhh, does it? Should I do it again?” Without waiting for a reply, he repeated the action and then grinned down at the kid. “You know, I’m starting to think that the potion getting all over you was the best thing to happen! Don’t you agree?” he hummed, prodding around at the stomach.
Instead of brushing off the comment, he gasped dramatically. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Now that isn’t very nice,” he tsked, now drumming his fingers on Phil’s stomach. “Apologize!”
“No, huh? You’re gonna regret thaaaat, little birdy,” Quackity sang. Fingers at the stomach stilled and traveled down to the thighs to squeeze there instead. “I’m not gonna stop until I get that apologyyy!”
Quackity sighed in mock impatience. “Alriiight, I’ll help you out okay? I,” he bent down to blow a raspberry at Phil’s stomach, “Am,” and another, “Sorry!”
As he was pinned, he giggled and squirmed around. “Wh- Noho, you know, I’m really tired and if you think real hard you’ll prohobably realize that the potion effects are kinda draining. Lehet’s call ihit a day?”
When Quackity’s laughter tapered off a bit, he narrowed his eyes and said, “Yohou knohow what? I take bahack whahat I sahaid!” His hands grabbed at the others and held them. “The pohotion isn’t the behest thing to hahappen. Yohou dehecide thahat I cahan’t sleheep eheven thohough I’m soho tihired!” He pouts and dramatically cries, “Ihi wahant my Phihil bahack!”
Phil tried getting Wilbur’s attention, but it didn’t work, Tallulah interrupting what he was gonna say. Phil wasn’t gonna be mad at a child obviously.
“Nevermind…” Was all Phil could say, huffing and heading home. Much to Wilbur’s confusion.
Phil was sitting on the couch, wings wrapped around his body, he was heartbroken. Everyone seems to forget. Like always. He’s gonna possibly die any day and nobody will possibly care, it was March 1st…what was the point…
Muffled whimpers became heart wrenching sobs in minutes, fucking hell.
Quackity was (not) spying on Chayanne when he saw Philza part from the Wilbur, Tallulah, and his target, seemingly distressed. On one hand, he wanted to help Phil because at anything it could potentially get him alone with Chayanne, but on the other, he wanted to stay with the group and see if he could isolate Chayanne. Seeing that the three were chatting amiably, Quackity concluded that it would be better to slink off. He didn’t want Wilbur or Tallulah to see him killing the egg anyways.
Upon seeing the blond enter his home, he retraced his steps. He didn’t want to come off like he had been following the entire time, but he doubted that Phil would notice. Once brushing off the dirt off of his clothes, he traveled back to the home, thinking over an excuse to visit. He settled with asking if Phil and Chayanne would help him go mining. It would be an unfortunate accident if Chayanne died to a Zombie with an iron sword.
“I’m sorry Chayanne….” Phil said, bleeding out, his kid bleeding out as well. Tallulah was dead, Chayanne hugged her and Phil tightly as the final blow was struck. Phil’s breathing stopping after.
Phil woke up with a scream, shaking and gasping for breath. Just a dream…just a dream…he was sweating, tearing up and whimpering. Wings huddled around his body in a feathered puff ball.
Quackity had been passing by the remnants of the wall when he heard a scream in the distance. A sword was pulled out of his sheath in an instant as he spun around. “Who’s there?” He demanded, eyes scanning the area. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, deciding that someone must have been in danger instead, his sword started lowering. The only person he was near was Philza, he realized after a moment. With a sigh and a hand running down his face, he decided to scale the wall to the home. He may have disliked Chayanne for his abhorrence towards the duck but he figured if at least Phil needed some help... He didn’t know the man that well, but anything for Tallulah.
After much struggle and a now destroyed railway in the wall, he reached the top. “…Philza? Was that you?” he called after catching his breath.
Not immediately seeing anyone outside of the small home, Quackity knocked on the door. “You in there with Chayanne? Sorry if… I’m intruding but I was near and heard a pretty loud shout, just wanted to make sure everything was peachy?”
“Y-Yeah…just a nightmare. Finally managed to put Chayanne and Tallulah back to bed…I’m not going to sleep until I know there safe…” Phil looked up slightly, before resting his wings at his sides.
Quackity winced, he’d been having one every night since Tilín passed. “No worries, man. They’re safe with you. Besides, you definitely have the best placement of a house. All the rest of us are on the ground so we gets mobs more often.” He rubbed his arms then, unsure of what to say. He knew he would feel better if he saw Tallulah but he wasn’t going to bother Phil and Chayanne when the bird has just put the two eggs back to bed. “Well… I can leave if you want but if not, I don’t mind being your company for a while. I can’t really sleep myself.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. His leg bobbed up and down for a while until he stopped and said, “…Well, I don’t know if this’ll work but I can try something if you’re okay with it? If it doesn’t help you fall asleep it might at least make you feel a little better.”
“Great!” Quackity broke out in a grin and scooted closer to Phil. “If you don’t like it, just let me know, alright?” With that he scribbled at the blond’s sides and stomach.
Phil squeaked at the sudden touch, he felt giggles wanting to come out, but he bit his lip, giggling a tiny bit, clearly hadn’t been…tickled in awhile. “Ehehe-! Feels weird in…a good way-!”
“Awwwe, you have a nice laugh, you know.” Experimentally he tried prodding and spidering at the ribs and neck. “And yep,” he let out his own giggle. “That pretty much sums it up.”
Phil squirmed slightly, snickers escaping his lips. “Pfft-! Hehehehe! Hehehehe! Hahahaha!” He broke into honey sweet giggles and squeaks, blushing slightly at the compliment. “Reheheally? Most find it weird! Hahahaha! Hehehehe!”
Quackity cooed and giggled at the reactions. “I guess the feeling to laugh can be categorized as ‘weird’ but it’s pretty nice, like you said.” He then switched to circling around Phil’s hips and bellybutton.
The potion splashed on Phil, he coughed a bit, nothing really happened. Except for Phil feeling a bit dizzy, never mind something was wrong-
Phil coughed more as he collapsed on all fours, and with a small poof, he was gone, the bucket hat and kimono falling on the ground, a small lump underneath the kimono, wiggling attempting to get out.
@ticklishavian
Quackity flinched the moment he heard glass breaking. “Phil?” he shouted and rushed back to the man, grabbing a med kit. “I leave you alone for one minute-!“
Throwing open the door, he rushed in and almost tripped on top of the clothes on the floor. “I’M HE- WHAT THE HELL DUDE-!” He put a hand to his chest. “…ARE YOU NAKED-? WAIT no- Where the hell are you?!“ What kind of potion was Philza making again? Maybe the blond left the room just as he entered? Lost in thought, he screamed when he finally processed the wiggling mass on the floor. “OH MY GOD, PHIL, DID YOU TURN INTO A RAT?” With a grimace he picked up the wiggling mass, being sure to not cut his hand on the shards.
A tiny little version of Phil looked up, lifting up the kimono, still wearing clothes thankfully, turning his head to the side like a confused dog. He was at least 4 now, tiny wings twitching around a bit.
“Quackity?” He said in a tiny voice, looking around.
A loud and drawn out gasp erupted from Quackity. “Mini Phil?! Oh my god you’re so cuuuute!” He couldn’t help but scribble a hand over the now-baby’s stomach. It was instinctual!
“You just proved my point!” Quackity laughed, now holding the child to his chest with one arm. “Awwe, I should take pictures of youuu! I’ve never seen baby Philzaaa, I think other people should too!” He squeezed a few times at his thighs and fluttered his fingers at neck. “Especially with that little smile of yours!”
“Hehehe! Nohoho! Shuhuhush you-!” Phil giggled, squirming around and kicking his legs out, flapping his now tiny wings, attempting to get out of the others hold.
“Awwwe, but Tiny Ticklish Goo, I wanna keep talking about youuu! Besides, I don’t know how long this potion will last so I wanna make the best of it!” he declared and switched to tracing inside of the bellybutton, curious if there was any different reactions with his spots.
Surprised, Quackity let out a yelp and his hand stilled for a heartbeat. “Oho you,” he huffed, subtly readjusting the bird in his arms so that his feathers wouldn’t touch him while staying at the same spot, “You’re such a sweet gigglebug.”
Phil smirked, you’re on, bitch. The little guy immediately tackled the older, squeezing his hips and blowing raspberries instantly into his stomach. He wanted him too laugh.
Another yelp followed as Quackity hit the floor. “Oof- PhiHIL!” His following words died on his tongue and were replaced with chortles. “H-hehey! Nohone of thahat!” Hands grabbed for the smaller’s sides and thumbs dug into the stomach.
Quackity tried to make a stern expression but his wide smile ruined it. “GeHEHet yohou’re bahaby hahands ahahaway!” he demanded with a higher pitched tone. Twisting his body around, he moved both him and Phil onto their right sides while gently prying the smaller hand off so it wouldn’t get crushed. The duck’s hands then separated paths: one traveled slowly up to blond’s neck, stopping to tickle at the ribs, while the other went back to the giggle button.
As his giggles started fading, he cooed, “Ahaww, you’re like a little gray peep, aren’t you?” His fingers gently fluttered at the wings and rubbed them gently. “Soft like them too! Hmmm, wonder if you taste as sweet as they do?” He leaned down and blew a few raspberries at Phil’s stomach.
“Yup, that checks out too! Man, I should eat peeps like you more often, huh?” He let out a laugh at the other’s words. “Ohhh, does it? Should I do it again?” Without waiting for a reply, he repeated the action and then grinned down at the kid. “You know, I’m starting to think that the potion getting all over you was the best thing to happen! Don’t you agree?” he hummed, prodding around at the stomach.
Instead of brushing off the comment, he gasped dramatically. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Now that isn’t very nice,” he tsked, now drumming his fingers on Phil’s stomach. “Apologize!”
“No, huh? You’re gonna regret thaaaat, little birdy,” Quackity sang. Fingers at the stomach stilled and traveled down to the thighs to squeeze there instead. “I’m not gonna stop until I get that apologyyy!”
Quackity sighed in mock impatience. “Alriiight, I’ll help you out okay? I,” he bent down to blow a raspberry at Phil’s stomach, “Am,” and another, “Sorry!”
As he was pinned, he giggled and squirmed around. “Wh- Noho, you know, I’m really tired and if you think real hard you’ll prohobably realize that the potion effects are kinda draining. Lehet’s call ihit a day?”
