C!quackity - Blog Posts

The parallels between Quackity, Dream, and Sam is really amazing. Their characters are all amazing different takes on what villains are and really show how differently people can perceive themselves.

Dream knows he's a bad guy who has done bad things and doesn't necessarily deny this fact.

Quackity knows he's done bad things, but still believes he is ultimately a good person.

Sam believes that his reason for doing bad things cancels them out and makes them good, and that he is a good person.

All of them are undeniable villians in the smp (whether that be redeemable/moral grey villians is up to interpretation), but not all of them see it that way.

Idk, just find it interesting

Life runs us all down

He sits by the large window in our main room, he slouches in the expensive red velvet chair, his shirt is a little unbuttoned and he puffs on a cigar and holds a small glass of whiskey in his other hand the smoke flows smoothly out the large window. He insisted having a huge window. He could see all of las Nevada. You smile kicking off your heels and take your jacket off, you move my hand over the leather and rest between his legs. A small smirk comes onto his lips “ there you are my love “ his voice is low and thick, he’s drunk for sure. I look up at him and giggle moving closer cupping his cheek and kiss his scar, he hated his scar but I loved it. He was beautiful in my eyes, every scar, blemish made him perfect. His Scarred knuckles showed his labor for his new nation, it showed his sacrifices for a nation that burned and betrayed him. His chest showed more scars but he hated them so he got tattoos to cover some which I begged him not to. They showed his story, they showed his courage and willingness. One scar I genuinely hated is the one that rest on his neck it’s little and hidden by his mullet but when he was Vice President to jschlatt, jschlatt got drunk and was angry at one of quackity mistakes. He lashed out throwing a bottle that shattered the glass hit his neck. That night I never cried so hard, my husband laid in my lap with a thick bandages on his neck. He gave me his beautiful white smile telling me not to worry. I begged him to leave it all but now I sit before him as his body is covered in passed mistakes but no matter what he was still the same man I married. I smile seeing him looking so relaxed. It’s been weeks since he’s actually relaxed. He looks down and brings his hand up. I feel his rings rub my cheek. I giggle taking the glass out his hand and put the cigar out, he smiled childishly up at me and giggled which warmed my heart he never giggled unless he was drunk, I gently move up unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, I gently pull his red tie over his head gently pull his shirt over his head. He whined slightly slurring his words “ no baby” I smile “ let’s get you cleaned up love “ he stopped whining and just let me undress him, I pull the rings gently off his fingers and smile at him as I put his arm over my shoulder and lead him to the tub as he sits on the side I fill it. Then pull at his beanie and letting his long hair fall onto his shoulders, I cup his cheek kissing him gently. “ your so beautiful my love “ a blush takes over his face as he looks up. I gently lift his leg and set it in the tub as he sighs in the cutest way possible. He sinks into the warm water. I smile and giggle resting by the side of the tub, I go to the shower pulling his products out, I gently pour water over his head. By the tub their is another window is row like a gambling chip and has his signature smile on it pass the smile you could see the sun set. Looking down you see the sun hug the side of his face, his scar looked magic, I could see his gold tooth slightly reflect. I cup my hand pouring the shampoo into my hand and gently message his scalp. He breaths deeply and closes his eyes. I rinse his hair getting the rest of the products out and get a towel. He has sobered up more so he steps out and wraps his waist in the towel and kisses my cheek mumbling a small I love you before disappearing into the closet. I smile changing and go to get him food. Once I return, he’s on the bed laid out in shorts and a tee. His beanie on the dresser and he’s staring at the ceiling. I smile getting closer, I sit on the bed and gently place my hand on his chest. He looks at me and smiles and hums “ thank you” I run my fingers through his damp hair and giggle lightly “ for what my love “ he only mumbles pulling me into bed “ everything my love”

Trauma is an identity

I cry Lightly as tears run my face and to my dress my tears stain my dress as I feel a warm hand move over my shoulder, he moves down my arm taking my hand. I don’t look up but know who it is, he pulls me closer gently waltzing. The music plays lightly so lightly I didn’t notice him turn it on, the rain hits the large window as he gently hooks my hand and his other hand rests on my back, I rest my head on his chest not caring about the tears that stain his white shirt, I could see his tattoos through the fabric. I focus back on the music, the singer was in love deeply in love, he good to the moon just to dance with the girl he loves, he sings about her cherry lips and long black hair. She was the apple to his eye, his princess. But I’m quakity’s Queen. I keep crying but finally look up at him, he’s been my light in the darkness for years. When the darkness consumed me and told me to give up. He showed up, his beanie was the first thing I saw before he tripped. I laughed then my heart melted when he smiled. The feeling of love felt so foreign to me that I panicked and ran from him. He was perfect, the scar that ran down his face and through his now white eye was beautiful to me, I held no physical scars to show my pain. The first night I accepted him, he went above and beyond. I found my king. I’m pulled from my thoughts when he gently places kisses on my knuckles then moves closer kissing my soaked cheeks “ why must you cry my love” I place my hand on his shoulders as we still waltz in the large main room of the casino. “ I cry to help the pain darling “ he moves his hand up over my cheek, his rings are cold extremely cold on my hot tear stained skin. His eyes were filled with love,the way his brows scrunched in and he showed a bit of sadness. He would give me the world of I asked him too. Is weird to see the same man that burned a nation and killed so many it was weird to see him so gentle. He smiles sweetly as if he got a dangerous idea, my heart fluttered knowing he always found a way to heal a little bit of my heart without trying. He leads me to our shared room, he sits me on the bed and gently moves my straps off my shoulders lifting the dress off.he kisses my collar bones and shoulders whispering sweet words that make me want to cry again, I can feel the love radiating off of him. He moves to my bra gently taking it off and then my underwear, kissing my thighs and knees. He undresses and pulls me on top of him. On rough days or hard nights, we lay naked in silence. I see why human touch is important with in minutes I can’t even remember why I was crying. His arms hold me tightly, I rest my cheek on his chest and trace his tattoos with my index finger. He gently placed kisses on my head and covers us.

(Super short but I’m sad so whatever)

if a character from a movie desecrated the body of his abusive ex-partner by eating his heart at his own funeral, no one would shut up about it, it would become an iconic moment in pop culture, it would be in every slideshow about cannibalism as a metaphor for love. but nooo, it had to happen in the cringe minecraft roleplay so only me and like ten other people get to be unhinged about it.

[ tmw ur prisoner gave u nothing again n your malewife is clingy af ]

ALL IN! : ]

Do I need you, my hope, my gun? Do I owe you my everything? My heart, my liege, my second birth

matching

the way wilbur and quackity cut to scar each other though with those words, “you are in my shadow. act like it.” because quackity has always been second. to wilbur, to schlatt, to karl. this is the one place where hes in charge and hes the star, of course he’s never gonna hand that over to wilbur. wilbur, who he tells “i don’t think of you at all.” because he knows damn well all wilbur ever wanted was a legacy. to be remembered. to be loved. and he wasn’t even given a grave.

they knew exactly where to bruise each other before they even put their fists up.

it’s my comfort character and i get to decide to disability projection (i think his second death injured his wings and back and left him with lasting balance and mobility issues. so i gave him crutches and now he’s just like me fr)

ctntduo vol2 reunion predictions

No pizza for dickheads you idiot

Karl remembered

Girls night..................................................................

you forget yourself

On the third of November 2020 there was a birthday party

everyone asleep quick post manburg cabinetduo (ft tubbo’s horns growing in and quackity letting him borrow a beanie to hide them for a little while)

Fellas is it gay to feel horrified when your rival says he doesn’t think about you?

a memento, and a well-intentioned change of perspective

Wilbur shook his head, “I’ve never lied to you.”

(...)

Wilbur lifted his mask

“If I truly believed it was the truth, does that make me a liar?”

(...)

“That’s the difference between me and Schlatt. That’s the difference between me and Phil. That’s the difference between me and Quackity.” The sparks had stopped flying so it was impossible to make out Wilbur’s facial expressions as he spoke. “I have never lied to you. I have been wrong but never lied to you, Tommy. I won’t lie to you. Do you trust me, Tommy? ‘Cos right now I feel like you don’t trust me.”

(Excerpt from Hitting on 16 by Wilbur Soot)

So, in this line, Wilbur references Schlatt and Quackity as purposeful liars while saying that in his Pogtopia mindset he wasn't lying because he truly believed what he was saying would come true, thus differentiating them, and it's pretty obvious that he's referring to stuff both of them (Schlatt and Quackity) did and said during the Manburg administration (which he still has a lot of resentment for).

However, he also mentions Phil, and I haven't seen anyone yet say where exactly Phil's lie that Wilbur references is. Well, I think I got it:

VOD: Healthy competition, 25th July, 8:03

Wilbur: Not many people do. I mean, Phil, you don’t seem afraid of me, you’re not afraid of me, are you, Phil?

Phil: No, not at all

Wilbur: Good. Good, ‘cause I’m not afraid of you

I think this is where Wilbur is convinced that Phil lied.

He says that "Good. Good, 'cause I'm not afraid of you" only after a pause, in what I can only describe as a slightly distrustful tone. "Not showing his true colours" with that response one could say:

“I think, I think you might be a bit braver than me, in showing your true colours. I feel like with you, Ranboo, I never have to be guessing your next move, I never have to be guessing your hand, you know? I feel like life dealt us the same cards, and the difference is that you build your trust by showing people your cards, while I keep them close to my chest. And I feel like that might be the big difference.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 41:22, 25th July)

And this is also supported by the very explicit way in which later on the same stream he says:

“Can I be real with you, man? I think I scare people.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 36:30, 25th July)

He’s convinced that people are afraid of him, that his social limbo is ever-reaching and that everyone looks at him like they did in Pogtopia, that they see him as crazy and scary, thus, he’d see that Phil just lied to him there

“I mean, like I, I, I, I don’t think I, I- I think a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them, you know? Like they’ve seen what I can do, and they don’t want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 36:46, 25th July)

“I’m living in eternal limbo, again. I’ve been through limbo, I’m out of limbo, and socially, I’m still in this limbo.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:36, 25th July)

“And, man, Ranboo, hearing you say those words that you said to me. Do you remember what you said? You said, 'I think people can change’, that was number one. And number two, you said you’re scared if people don’t like you.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:45, 25th July)

“Okay. Tubbo, I’ve literally- I was dead for thirteen years. I know it wasn’t long for you, I know it was only a couple months for you, but, thirteen years, Tubbo. Thirteen years of my life. I aged! Look at me, I’m not the same young man you knew!” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 20:52, 3rd Aug)

“I relived that explosion in my head so many times man. And, and, and I- I get that you don’t, you don’t trust me, I do, but like, man, look at me, bro, I’m not gonna do it again. I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna hurt you again.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 21:21, 3rd Aug)

As cc!Wilbur mentioned in that one reddit post (it's in the replies): Quackity makes him feel human, while "everybody's trying to get on his god side out of fear", he remarks Quackity as "Someone who looks at him, not as "insane" not as "evil" or a "freak" but rather just unpredictable. Human. This is exciting for Revivedbur. He feels human again."

Quackity and Ranboo are the two he feels look at him as a person, not as just "that crazy man from Pogtopia", that's why he opens up so completely to Ranboo, it's why he remarks this:

“I feel alive, Ranboo, I feel alive. Someone’s looking at me and talking to me! I’m alive, I’m alive! This is great.” - (Wilbur’s Unhealthy Competition: 27:22, 4th Aug)

Phil however, enters in the larger camp of "looks at me with fear" (as well as the camp to use him as a scapegoat after his death), he's in the larger group of people Wilbur feels the need to appeaase by having more obvious comeuppance:

“Dream is- He’s had his comeuppance, and I have not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for this people. They’re just waiting, they’re waiting for the next thing for me to slip up on, and, Ranboo, I’m not gonna fucking slip up, Ranboo. I’m different.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:07, 25th July)

This also is a lie that Wilbur would care about, because I've seen others mention how Phil lied about Fried having infinite lives, which was in reality a "replace the goldfish" situation and how Phil also lied about not killing him no matter what he did or said in november 16th. However, Wilbur wouldn't care much for either of those instances, as he saw him dying on the 16th as something good and didn't pay much attention to Friend.

But his father apparently lying to him about no being scared of him? About not looking at him like crazy and hopeless just as everyone else when he's especially struggling with feeling like he can't count on anyone on account of his social limbo? Yeah, that one would affect him alright.