Feb 15, 2025
a quick doodle of my favourite boys.
I wanted to draw an apocalypse au with them but then found a playlist on Spotify with a vampire au and it's obvious what won.
Also don't ask what Schlatt is doing here I have no idea why he is here.
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a quick doodle of my favourite boys.
I wanted to draw an apocalypse au with them but then found a playlist on Spotify with a vampire au and it's obvious what won.
Also don't ask what Schlatt is doing here I have no idea why he is here.
"The snow-covered everything around them for miles, and flying above it made him feel like a piece of the sky.
That's when he saw the body.
There was blood staining the ground, and he shivered with a feeling that had nothing to do with the chill in the air."
They live rent free in my head.
Have more fanart of the fic "i fell down to earth" ! I love them sm.
Some close ups
Quacknobros with your mimic!quackity and techno plots a way to keep quackity as a piglin hybrid and kidnaps him to be his runt (kinda like a continuation of your Persistent Hunting but also can be it's own thing)
I wish you would write a fic where... ///not accepting some context for this one: kind of a sequel to persistant hunting oneshot where quackity is still suffering from ptsd from schlatt so his instincts are a little haywire. spent so long mimicking schlatts hybrid traits out of stress, they still havent gone away anyway don't talk to me about my past and present tense mixups just go with it
The horns still hadn't gone away, even days later. Quackity was starting to wonder if they ever would.
One nice thing about Wilbur's shitty ravine is there were barely any reflective surfaces for Quackity to see himself in. He could almost pretend Schlatt's horns weren't curled around his head.
Almost.
They were pretty fucking heavy after all. And stress shifts always hurt.
The root of the horns throbbed with each step Quackity took. He could practically feel the weight of them dragging him down, slowing his steps. How Schlatt carried these things around and still had the posture he did? Quackity had no damn clue.
At this point, Quackity couldn't even tell if the stress was residuals from Schlatt or his current predicament confusing his body. Pogtopia wasn't exactly sunshine and daisies. What with Wilbur's deteriorating mental state, the whole fucking war boiling over.
Oh, yeah. And Technoblade. Technoblade that never approached but never left Quackity alone. Always lurking around the corner. Still doing his tasks but for some reason his tasks always happened to need him to be right fucking next to Quackity.
Like now. Quackity didn't need to turn around to know Technoblade was watching him. At least with the instincts of a goat hybrid, Quackity could feel that tickle on the back of his neck that came with all prey hybrid's instincts. The feeling of being watched. Stalked.
Hunted.
Though, Quackity didn't need prey instincts to know that. He still remembered quite clearly the speech Technoblade had given him all those months ago.
Which left him here. Trapped in a ravine filled with people that wanted Quackity dead for a variety of reasons.
Trapped with Technoblade.
"Tommy wants you."
Quackity very much does not squeak when Technoblade appears in front of him. Fucker was fast despite his size. Really not fair.
He swallowed, forcing himself to meet Technoblade's gaze. Those red eyes stared back at him, glittering with something Quackity couldn't name.
When the pig hybrid doesn't offer up any more information, Quackity is forced to speak.
"Um- okay. Where is he?" He's proud to say his voice didn't shake, but the horns on his head were throbbing. A deep ache was pulsing through them in time with his racing heart.
"In the armory." With a lazy hand, Technoblade gestured down the hall behind him.
But he doesn't move. Technoblade's large form still took up the bulk of the passageway, blocking Quackity's route. His gaze was focused on Quackity's horns. They throbbed even harder in response.
Fuck.
old red banquet art take it please
Why technoblade is slime's baby sitter in this au...? the answer may suprise you.............
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Are you trying to ask me on a date again?” Techno stepped back into the warmth of the cabin, unsubtly reaching to close the door. “Kind of weird, to be honest.” “Wuh- what’s wrong with going on a date with me, asshole?” Quackity’s confidence returned tenfold, suddenly puffing up and stepping forwards. “You think you’re too good for me, or something?” “Yes,” Techno agreed without hesitation. “Among other reasons.” “Like what?” Quackity demanded, not even bothering arguing. Contrary to popular belief, he could recognize losing battles. “Like-” Techno paused, blinking. “Why are we even talking about this? You tried to kill me, get off my lawn.”
*wettest eyes ever* new quacknobros fic... i was held at gunpoint in vc to finally post it
day 23 (the only day ever): prey duo.
MY FAVORITE WORSTIES <<<333
Was having a rough day creatively so I decided to go back and Colour my drawings from @letsfluxshitup s Quackity and Techno fic’s (Which are still fucking amazing and I 100% encourage you to check out)
the two doodles on the top of the first page are from Technoblade Learns How To Relax
the bottom of that page are all from The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Cared For
the bordering drawings in blue/grey on the second page are from Bonding B-over Broken Bones
the final two bottom right drawings in purple aren’t actually from a fic but from an ask (I had just wanted to draw stuff from it since the idea was amazing)
(Original sketch postings for these comics can be found HERE)