#c!quackity analysis

[lunelicmoone]

don't tell the higher ups that i told you this, but when you become a c!quackity enthusiast, a spy actually comes into your room and injects something called "quackity brainrot" into your mind so that all you think about is c!quackity and all of a sudden you wake up and start talking about how he cares so much and has just so many fucking emotions, but he feels like he has to maintain this big and bad persona so people can finally just listen to him, so people can finally see him as the top boss and at the end of the day his emotions always get the best of him.

he's also fucking terrible at hiding his emotions cause like he can hide it from other people as much as he wants, but lord knows the mf is not and will never be able to be capable of lying to himself and i know that c!wilbur was just talking shit and not even really talking in general to c!quackity himself when he said "he cares so much! he cares so much, dude!" but like YEAH YOU'RE RIGHT!!!! HE DOES AND ITS SO FUCKING TRAGIC BECAUASE IT SCREWS HIM OVER EACH AND EVERY TIME!!

he cares so much, and he cares too much. no matter what he does, his feelings always either get used against him, or he gets screwed over for opening up too much and being overly emotional. he says that he'll never trust and care for someone (or something) again after whatever the world cooked up for him this week turned out to be another tragedy, but before you know it—before he knows it, something else gets in under the wire.

you didnt hear that from me, though

[vegasquackity]

one of the many many many things about c!quackity that are a little too relatable is the way he just wants to be worth something. he has so much creativity and passion and dedication to his country, his legacy, his home that he literally terraformed and built over months… and yet for most on the server he’s always going to be the walking second place medal. no matter his work, no matter his passion, no matter his wins. he’s always going to lose out to someone. he’s always going to be good, but not quite good enough.

[faggerardway]

UPTIGHT - a c!quackity poem

[text is pasted below. feel free to reblog!]

UPTIGHT

6/11/2022

the kids are arguing outside-

or, well, what once were kids.

it’s wrong to call them grown,

budding-horned and stumbling as they both are,

but they’re neither of them innocent. i see the scars.

the rings that flash on both their fingers are real gold,

not plastic or candy.

the kids are arguing outside-

one towering over the other, both pleading and confused,

both rigid and unmoved.

it’s the kind of argument you have a thousand times, the kind that doesn’t die

unless somebody does.

trouble with the missus? i might ask, after, in some amputated life.

the kids are arguing outside- i know how this ends.

i close the curtain, close my mouth, like it’s clamped.

i pour a glass of brandy. i wait for somebody to die.

[kitsu-katsu]

The TNTduo we got there was amazing

I missed them being petty bitches towards each other, but jskslamslnaalsjal

This showed how they are so clearly

How much their pride affects them, how they don't just hate each other but are excited to mess with the other

From Quackity being said to hide his excitement at watching Wilbur scheming better if there were other people around and once he had him in his face trying to get the upper hand with both a clean, good image of superiority and wit.

To all of Wilbur's plans wanting to feel the rush of possibly being caught, addicted to the sensation of his heart beating if only because of the adrenaline. He messes with Quackity not only because of pride and a need to match his wit, but because as Wilbur said in that one reddit post, "Quackity makes him feel human", by messing with Quackity he can prove to himself that he's alive

And they both enjoy insulting each other, each chance they get, they throw some petty insults as soon as they cross paths, but they seek each other out, be it by going to Las Nevadas or waiting for the other to come, glasses ready and a quip in the tip of the tongue

Quackity offering Wilbur a place in the office, but a place beneath him, or seeming like "he gave food to a homeless man" to have the higher ground. He can give Wilbur good things, but Wilbur won't take them just because he's seen as a charity case. He's being offered good things but being insulted at the same time, as after being kicked out of his own nation because of Quackity, he won't rescind to being officially beneath him (but he had no problem with the prospect of ruling together as a coalition, or him ruling one branch of the government with autonomy alongside Quackity, he has no problem if they're placed as equals)

But the Tubbo thing? They beat the shit out of each other because Wilbur fucked up big time, but Quackity wouldn't let him try to be the one to save Tubbo because he can't trust Wilbur and Quackity wants to prove that he's more of a leader, more of a friend, than Wilbur ever was

They're in a constant competition with the other, too wrapped up in their rivalry to pay complete attention to the rest of the world, and that's why neither of them could save Tubbo back there, only resorting to a fistfight with both of them kind of evenly matched when in the end they both had the same goal

[arsonistfriday]

*taps mic* controversial take time /hj

anyways I think c!Quackity fits the snake in c!Dream’s metaphor from today, evidence provided:

“It must have had a reason. Snakes just don’t bite. What did you do?Come on, did you kick it? Were its babies around?” “I lunge once and now you hunt me down, you try and farm my venom and use it against me. You run me away from my nest” “There are some snakes that just bite. Pure evil. But they weren’t always that way. You made them that way by treating them like that’s what they always were, and sometimes you do have to ask the question: how did you get there? Cause imagine: The snake finally decides, fuck you, I am just gonna bite”

[credits to corpsey12333 for the transcript!]

[halftheway]

okay tumblr let's start a cquackity + music analysis/mini fics series

episode one: working for the knife (as chosen by @arieava the beloved)

featured lyric: i always thought the choice was mine, and i was right, but i just chose wrong/i start the day lying and end with the truth: that i’m dying for the knife

this song, like a lot of mitski's works, represents carrying on through the monotony of a painful life and to me that's the most quackity thing imaginable. quackity picks up the pieces in the aftermath of loss after loss

mitski herself commented that the song is about growing up and finding parts of yourself left behind, and i would argue that until charlie died, quackity never really let himself feel the pain of the tragedies in his life and instead only focused on moving forward, and it wasn't until so many things at oncr piled up on him (technoblade and then dream escaping prison, purpled's betrayal, charlie's death) that he finally Stopped and looked at all he'd given up

to me, quackity + working for the knife symbolizes that he keeps pursuing an imagined version of himself that is powerful and respected, thinking he can take all the best traits of similar figures in the server's history while learning from their mistakes, but ultimately acknowledging the futility of that dream

[fossaheel]

long before c!quackity desired control above all else, he desired love.

and then he meets c!schlatt. and he wants love, love, love so badly, he wants to be the successful president and vice president who raise manberg well, and he swallows back his guilt and the thousand things he can’t do because he wanted this. and he has a husband, a husband who drinks and hurts his cabinet members and c!quackity is the first to take the blows. and time passes, and he wants love so bad that he can’t breathe, but he has to breathe because there are speeches to present, and cabinet members to protect, and festivals to attend and oh god what’s happening what’s 

and he kills his husband outside the white house he built, the one thing he had amidst this hell, and he goes off to the forests of manberg and he blinks back tears. and he’ll tell c!tommy that c!schlatt is an asshole, and he’ll grit his teeth and push through it, because maybe this isn’t love but it has to be somewhere.

and then he meets c!wilbur. again, of course. once, they were opponents. now, they are allies. and amidst the planning for war against his husband and the loveless country he had raised-- that c!quackity had helped raise because maybe c!wilbur had a point, had a-- he has an affair with c!wilbur. 

it’s not quite like love. but it’s something. 

it dies as he watches c!schlatt, drunkenly sputtering out his words, hit c!fundy and yell at the rest of them, finally turning to c!quackity and spitting out a bitter insult before he finally dies. 

c!tubbo is the president, now. c!quackity plans to kill c!technoblade, fails, and suffers the price. c!quackity watches c!tubbo exile c!tommy at c!dream’s word, watches all the fights happen, watches c!technoblade come back and watches as l’manberg blows up. moments before, he tells c!tubbo to execute c!ranboo, and they part ways at this disagreement. 

he never got rid of the maps, weeks of planning and sleepless nights, to kill c!technoblade. it will come another day. 

c!quackity goes away. he goes and he starts to rebuild. he left half of his heart in what was once manberg and the rest in pogtopia, but there’s still one last heartstring, pulled taut, that can make a new country happen.

and then he meets c!sapnap and c!karl. 

and he thinks he’s in love with them. 

but c!quackity left half his heart in manberg and the rest in pogtopia, and the love he sees is too much to understand. and c!george tells him that c!karl and c!sapnap left, and he doesn’t understand how they could, how he could have missed this amidst the work, how the damn red vines and the damn countries and the damn everythings could have stolen something else. 

the egg is like a heart. blood red, controlling, suffocating, haunting. it reminds c!quackity of the taste of his first husband’s heart. he wonders if the taste of blood gets any sweeter the better a man you are. 

c!quackity knows his is bitter. 

so he builds a country. and he meets too many people to count, and he learns where their hearts rest. and he takes it away from them. there’s no guilt, there’s no semblance of regret-- he pulls them into his sick game because he’s c!quackity, c!quackity of las nevadas, and love is just an ace in his world of card tricks. 

(he used to be c!quackity of manberg, bruised and resentful and loving. he used to be c!quackity of pogtopia, free and combative and fiesty. he used to be c!quackity of l’manberg, distrustful and caring and mean. he used to be c!quackity of el rapids or wherever the hell, scared and healing and content. 

but this world doesn’t raise lovers. it doesn’t raise pussies. don’t mind the crying children, don’t mind the quiet couples, don’t mind the buildings made of love. mind the city of money, mind the only thing left that is his, mind the world that is his inside of a world that was taken from him, but don’t mind the world that was taken from him, this is c!quackity of las nevadas and he won’t let anyone steal the last thing he has of himself. 

not kindness. not love. not morality. 

a country.) 

and then he meets c!wilbur again. 

and he’s not in love with the man who freed him, long ago. he’s not in love with the man who understood politics a little better than him. he’s not in love with the man who says the word ‘healthy competition’ and laughs when he’s called a bastard. he’s not in love with the man who told him long ago, between the pieces of pogtopia, that he made him feel alive. he’s not in love with the man who tells him the same thing today. 

because c!quackity doesn’t have a heart. he eats the hearts of others, and he eats himself alive in his perfect country. 

but long before c!quackity desired control above all else, he desired love.

and there’s a bottle of liquor in the needle and walls closing him in, 

and habits die hard, like all the men here. 

(if anybody can really die at all.)

[fog-kid]

i shall talk about c!quackity since i miss my favorite capitalist boy

/ dsmp , rp

probably the biggest trait about c!quackity is his passion, even with all the walls he's built to protect himself he always wears his heart on his sleeve.

people early on would see this as him being naive, a liability, when it was him being driven by emotion. he has conviction in his beliefs and follows them to the point he even loses himself.

first it was the elections, then it was c!shlatt, then it was c!technoblade, now it's Las Nevadas. he never hesitates on executing whatever means that will give him what he wants

you can see it in his one sided relationship with c!shlatt, he stuck to him and tunnel focused to the point he didn't see the abuse, or even saw past it, as well as the corrupt government they were running. even then, he never hid from what happened or avoided fault for the damage.

he was always vocal about his hate for c!techno and he followed that hate until he gathered people to hunt him, also leading him to his death and a scar, a reminder of a lost battle.

now Las Nevadas, still hurt from being denied a place on L'manberg as well as seeking for recognition, proof that he can win this time, he built a country himself and is recruiting people that are also looking for a place to belong.

he's set on getting c!dream's knowledge of the book, even befriending the prison guard and visiting him everyday without a break.

you can see, he never tries to cover where his heart is at. that is unless it about his relationship with c!karl and c!sapnap, who he attempts to never mention. this is probably because they are the healthiest thing he's ever had, and bringing them into the world he's built might stain the memories.

though he doesn't keep many, he can keep secrets. the difference is this one he keeps even from himself.