TW! cuddles, tickles, little swearing. You don't like that, scroll away! Sfw only
It was a cozy day, Quiet rain pattering against the roof, the hush-hush of the wind licking through the trees, and the cozy, soft gloom that contrasted with the warm, dimly lit glow inside the house.
Quackity was content on the couch, nursing a steaming mug of duckweed tea - ironic for him - as Sapnap preened his wings, and Karl lay on his lap. Three crazy lovesick idiots, crazy for each other.
It was a soft, sleepy atmosphere.... until Quackity let out a small squeak at a specific spot Sapnap scratched while preening. Quackity felt the heat rising to his face when he heard a quiet 'well damn' from behind him by his blaze-hybrid lover behind him "B-Baby?" Quackity murmured, less sleepy than he was before and a lot more aware that one of his lovers hands was in his weak spots. "Yes, ducky?~" the other replied, trying and failing to sound innocent as his warm hands started scratching through his wings, resulting in a shriek from the smaller. "BAHAHAHABY!!!" Quackity shrieked as he reached behind him to try and block the tickling fingers just as Karl shoved his colorful nails into the duck hybrids armpits, resulting in a scream from the smaller again. "NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT YOU TOHOHOHO!" he shrieked through his wild cackles. "Yes me too~" Karl coo'd at the duck boys growing blush. "¡DEJA DE HACERME COSQUILLAS!" Quackity screams desperate Spanish through his hysterical cackles, but Sapnap understood him. "Ay, patito, no aguanta las cosquillas?~" he growled into the duck hybrids ear, laughing as Quackitys blush grew, because not only did the question seem way more flustering in Spanish, but Sapnap knew Quackity was both flattered and heavily attracted to how his lovers sounded speaking Spanish. "No sé, a nuestro patito parece que le gusta, Sap.~" Karl murmured, making Quackitys hysterical cackling get louder. "FUHUHUHUCK!! NOHOHOHO! GEHEHET OHOHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHE!" the duck hybrid screeched. "SAHAHAFE! SAHAHAFE!" he cried out, and the two immediately stopped. "You okay ducky?" Sapnap asked. "Y-yeahaha. I'm fihihine." Quackity giggled through his words as he calmed down. He was definitely going to get his ticklish lovers back tenfold, but for now? He was content pulling them down and cuddling. The laugh as the duck boy yank them down, and when their all tired, Quackity murmured something that makes both their faces heat up. "When we wake up, I'm going to make you two CRY." And he laughed when Sapnaps blaze hybrid heat heated the full bed with how flustered that comment made him. The three fell asleep like that, and all three of them could not be more happy, surrounded by each others love.
(Sorry it's so short! Please message me some ideas for part two, Quackity's revenge! It will be out soon! <3)
I basically turned some of Phil’s vods into one big story, you have been warned for spoilers, this is only the beginning of a possible long series, with multiple time jumps in between.
Friendship only, no ship tags!
TW: Sleep deprivation and Angst.
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Philza blinked slowly as he watched Tubbo build in his giant laggy factory, while he didn’t understand what is happening half of the time when Tubbo is rambling to him about everything and anything about what works and what doesn’t work, he liked that Toby was happy.
Phil wasn’t happy on the other hand, he knew that, in fact, he was very tired. He couldn’t stop thinking about that dream he had, it felt so real and yet not real, like hallucinations almost, vivid or lucid dreams.
The birdhouse was gone last he checked, but the hummingbirds were still there, free, some even following Phil around from all over the island.
Why couldn’t Phil be free, why was he stuck here.
“Phil? Are you alright?” Tubbo asked, concerned about the crow.
“Don’t worry about me Toby, I’m fine!” Phil called out, attempting to brush it off like always.
Tubbo climbed down, walking over to his friend with worry, sitting next to him. “I can tell you are not fine. What’s wrong?”
The older turned his head, revealing the bags under his eyes, which Tubbo looked with concern, before glaring at Phil firmly.
“Come on, let’s warp back to your place.” Tubbo pulled out his waystone and warped with Phil back to the wall, all the way up top at Phil’s base, Phil stared at the two empty beds of where his kids used to be, along with their items, looking away quickly to not show his guilt, as he was dragged downstairs and placed on a couch.
“Mind telling me what’s wrong with you?” Tubbo spoke rather softly and slow. “I want to know what’s wrong Phil, you aren’t normally so tired and monotone, it’s just us, so we can talk if you want.”
“I can’t sleep Toby…” Phil mumbled, glancing off into the distance as he took off his backpack to reveal the clipped and damaged wings.
“Not after that dream it…” Phil felt a small sting at his heart in memory of that dream, seeing his kids things with a hope they were around, begging Cucurocho to bring his family back, he wants them back, he wants it back to normal.
Phil didn’t even realize that he was tearing up and sniffing…was he crying?
Tubbo looked at the older with a look of empathy, never seeing Phil in this state, ever.
Tubbo held out his arms, Phil immediately hugged him in a warm embrace, Tubbo rubbed the olders back as he sobbed. Tubbo tried to brush it off as a dream to try to help calm Phil down when he was first told, he can tell that Phil was starting to question that statement.
“I don’t know what’s real anymore Toby…” Phil hiccuped, his words slightly muffled as he sobbed into Tubbo’s shoulder.
“I know.” Tubbo spoke, softly rubbing Phil’s back, in an effort to calm him down. “You’re okay, it’s gonna be okay Phil.”
The two sat in silence, aside from occasional hiccups here, followed by sobs. Tubbo wiped Phil’s eyes, giving a weak smile to the saddened crow.
Tubbo did gentle rubs on Phil’s sides, making Phil flinch, Tubbo was confused at first, before remembering, “Oh right, your ticklish.”
“Tohohoby…dohohont…” Phil giggled quietly, trying to bat his hands away.
“Don’t do what? Don’t do this?” Tubbo snuck his hands under the light black sleeved jacket to scribble along Phil’s sides, the older squeaked and leaned back on the couch, wings flaring up as he laughed.
“Hehehey-! Tubbo-! Hahahaha! Hehehehehe! Hahahaha!” Phil just broke into a fit of wheezy laughter, giggling wildly and squirming around.
Tubbo grinned as Phil wiggled around in a fit of giggles, the inventor trying to get every spot he could reach.
“Hmmm, need to do some fixing about this.” Tubbo teased, scribbling at Phil’s ribs, going in between the sensitive bones. “Seems like we got a little case of a giggle monster here.”
“Mmm! Hehehehe!” Phil squeaks, moving his arms above his head out of instinct, Tubbo immediately wiggling his fingers into Phil’s underarms.
“Awww, who’s a giggle monster, you are! You are!” Tubbo teased, making Phil immediately drop his arms down, pushing at Tubbo’s hands.
“Tuhuhuboo! Nahahaha!” Phil wheezed.
“I can’t believe I forgot you were ticklish! Look at you, wiggling around like a worm, so cute!” Tubbo grinned, making Phil’s already red face go darker.
“Quhuhuhuit itit! Ahahaha!” Phil was trying to slap Tubbo’s hands away, the younger didn’t go away, he just moved down to his hips, squeezing them rapidly.
Phil squealed, letting out a small snort, making Tubbo squeeze them again, the older having the same reaction.
“What a cute little lee you are Phil, you are fun to tickle!” Tubbo teased, tracing his hips.
Phil’s laugh just flowed out of his mouth, he was giggling, high pitched giggling to be accurate, he melted at the soft tickling Tubbo gave him.
“Awww!” Tubbo cooed, rubbing his thumb on his ribs, making Phil flinch and wiggle around.
“Ehehehehe! Tohohoby!” Phil squeaked, squirming around as much as possible. “Thahahat tickles!”
“I know it tickles! That’s the point!” Tubbo smirked, raising a hand up to scribble at Phil’s neck, nails digging into the black feathers spreading on him.
Phil squeaked, soft giggles making his way out as he turned to mush in Tubbo’s hands. “Nohoho! Nohot neheheck tihihickles! Hehehehe!”
“Oh! That was a giggle! Aw! Bit of a ticklish neck, huh Phil?” Tubbo teased, wiggling his fingers into the soft feathers of his ears, making them twitch and flap around.
“Ehehehe! Nahahat my ears! Hehe!” Phil was blushing a light red, giggling, as small tears of mirth build up at the corner of his eyes, turning to mush in the younger’s hands, his ears have always been a melt spot. Phil made a small strangled squeal as Tubbo touched his stomach, he wasn’t laughing to his fullest yet, Tubbo needed to change that.
Tubbo wiped the man’s eyes, smiling at the giggles that slipped out. “Now let’s see, how about…here!” He dug his hands underneath Phil’s shirt, scratching at his stomach.
Phil squeaked, breaking into giggles as Tubbo scribbled at his sensitive skin. “Nohoho! Plehehease! Nahahat there! Hehehehe!”
Tubbo cooed, wiggling and spidering his fingers over Phil’s belly, making Phil squeal and giggle happily at the light fluttering fingers. Tubbo smiling at Phil’s laughter, nuzzling his face into Phil’s neck, nibbling gently.
“Hehehehehehe! Nohoho!” Phil leaned his head back and just laughed, wings flapping happily.
Tubbo smiled, stroking his hands through Phil’s wings, making Phil whine slightly.
It took Tubbo a moment to figure out what was going on. When he did, he felt a smirk spread across his face. He ran his hands through Phil's wings again. Phil pressed his lips together, but he couldn't stop small giggles from slipping out.
“Hehehe-! Tuhuhubbo! Hehehehe!” Phil pressed his hands into his face.
“Does this tickle Phil?” Tubbo teased. “I think it does yes it does! Look how giggly and blushy you are~!” He scribbled into the feathers.
“Ehehehehe! Nohohoho! Hahahaha!” Phil giggled, trying to wiggle away to hide his blushing red face.
“Tubbo! Hahahaha-!” Phil squeaked, leaning back against the couch. The sensations fluttered on his wings, unbearable but they also felt nice, Phil then let out a small chirp.
Tubbo blinked, stopping for a minute, looking over at the flock of crows perched on the window, then looking back at Phil and scribbling into his wings again, hearing another chirp leaving Phil’s mouth.
Tubbo gasped. "You chirp?!" He grinned and cooed softly as Phil nodded, running a hand through Phil’s hair as Phil hid himself into his hands. “That’s adorable!”
Tubbo continued poking and prodding at the mans wings, Phil giggling with occasional chirps slipping out.
“This is so cute Phil, oh my gods.” Tubbo cooed, slowing down after a couple of minutes. “I wanna try something…” He spoke, scooting closer.
“Ready?” Tubbo asked, Phil nervously nodding, Tubbo leaned down and blew a raspberry on the back of Phil’s neck, making the older squeal, cackling.
Phil squealed, small snorts peppered in-between his laughter, wiggling around as much as possible, pushing at Tubbo’s head gently with his hand.
Tubbo smiled, slowing down, doing light traces on Phil’s ears, making him melt and giggle quietly. Tubbo grinned, blowing a mini raspberry behind his ears. Phil’s laugh lit up the entire room at this point, Tubbo couldn’t even help but to laugh with him.
“There we go, nearly done.” Tubbo spoke, looking at Phil’s exposed stomach, gently poking it, making Phil squeak and flinch.
“You ready or do you need a few?” Tubbo asked, resting his hands on Phil’s stomach.
Phil held a hand out to stop for a break, Tubbo nodding, giving him a few minutes to breathe, after a couple of minutes, he rested his hands on Phil’s sides.
“I’ll be gentle I promise.” Tubbo spoke, wiggling his fingers on Phil’s sides as he lifted his shirt up again, moving onto Phil’s belly, which made him flinch with a small grin.
“Let’s see, ticklish here…?” Tubbo poked at his side, making Phil squeak.
“How about here?…” Tubbo moved his hands to his belly, tracing his hands on his skin.
“Ehehehe! Hehehe! Nohoho! Hahahaha!” Phil began to giggle again. Tubbo smiled, tracing his nails on his stomach.
“Nahahat fahahair! Ehehehe!” Phil squeaked.
“It’s fair with cheer up tickles!” Tubbo smiled, scribbling at his belly. “And you definitely needed some!”
Tubbo fluttered his fingers on Phil’s stomach before one finger began circling the avian’s bellybutton, his circle getting smaller and smaller.
“Round and round the garden goes the little birdie~” Tubbo teased in a sing song voice. “One step…” His finger wiggles closer. “Two steps…” Closer…
Tubbo then traced the rim for a couple seconds before dipping his finger into the giggle spot. “Tktktktktktk!”
Phil then screeched like a bird, cackling wildly. “TUHUHUBBO! HAHAHAHAHA! THAT TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!”
Tubbo smirked, blowing a raspberry on Phil’s bellybutton, shaking his head to brush his hair on his skin, grinning at the scream that left Phil’s mouth.
“AHAHAHAHA! PLEASEHEHEHE! TUHUHUBBO!” Phil squealed, laughing wildly, small tears of mirth at the corner of his eyes as he leaned his head back.
Tubbo grinned, slowing to a stop, rubbing the fizzing in Phil’s stomach, Phil melting into the touch, Tubbo gently scribbling where his wings met his back.
“Dohohont-! Nohoho! Hehehe!” Phil hiccuped, small snorts peppered between his giggly laughter.
Rules:
1. No Wilbur Fanart
2. No Goarge or Sapnap fanart (they make me uncomfortable)
3. No Ship content (unless it includes Kristin/Phil's Wife as Goddess of death)
4. No Jsclatt fanart (some are uncomfortable with him)
5. Have Fun
6. Reblog this post when you are done your art piece
7. Techno Fan art is allowed
8. Lee and Ler Dream is allowed
There is no prize, Just wanted to start something fun on my blog,
I am not apart of this, I am the judge :D
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.
[redacted]
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
[redacted]
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.” 🪻
rp starter for anyone who wants to do it of course dont mind who
*cellbit rummaged through his papers trying to find the exact one he needed. but from how many he had lying around on the desk and floor it'll take ages to find it. you sighed in annoyance leaning his head down onto the desk and hearing the door open behind him as his ears twitched at the sound of the creaking door. he snapped his head back to stare at who just walked it. he has eye bags underneath his eyes from how long he has been working to figure out things about the federation. all the papers pinned on the board and a red string attaching them all, and many different colored strings meaning other things, or maybe to keep track of different subjects- there were too many papers and strings to tell what was even going on. he sighed and sat back down in his chair facing the person*
"Do you need something? cant you tell I'm a little busy right now"
