quackity1999

[quackity1999]

quackity, do you really think anyone thinks you’re attractive post… you know… eyeball scar?

you're joking. WHAT???? oh, c'mon, i— i got so many people back in manburg! not even then, it was new l'manburg, it was el rapids, it was now. i look good.

enough people proved that, trust me.

[quackity1999]

TWIST THE KNIFE, QUACKITY.

i did recently. dream's got the sort of ragged scream you can relish in. :]

[quackity1999]

i don’t understand how people can lose—- like, like their entire life savings at this casino. like i literally just lost a quarter and i’m thinking about burning this place down with everyone inside of it.

[ cue a whistle. ]

hello, anger issues.

[quackity1999]

Just so you know, "being okay" and "doing fine" does not mean you're happy

And I don't think you're happy, big queue

why the fuck do you care?

i mean— it. okay, i don't think it's relevant. i have a schedule to stick to, not spend the day off crying like a bitch in my office.

[quackity1999]

I'm gonna CRONCH you..! >:0

i don't think i'd be very delicious.

y'know. feathers.

[quackity1999]

i'm sorry

. . what for, exactly?

[quackity1999]

[Wilbur's hands claw, nearly creasing his cards. His smile grows wider, faker. That- that first thing really gets to him. The thought that he's barely a speck in Quackity's newly re-crafted life. He's here now, more alive than ever.

The only thing keeping him from causing a scene to prove that Q would have to remember him (if even as a nuisance) is the dig at their time in Pogtopia. It reminds Wil of one of the few people he had liked back then.]

Oh, Q. You- you say you don't think of me at all, but even I, I don't remember that one! Hah, hahaha-

You uh, know what I do remember, Quackity? [Wilbur leans forward in his seat.] See I saw your ring-knuckles and found them peculiar, you might say. Do you remember, oh, sometime abouts the- Niki's birthday party? You got us all three, Karl, you and I, in a room alone, and we tried to beat him at Rummy. I don't remember if we did, but what I do know- Quackity. Oh what I know, is after I left, you stayed behind twiddling with his hair for hours.

I don't mind that, it's a free country. But, speaking of those: a little birdy told me Las Nevadas isn't your second nation. And I just have to say, a whole country with him? What a fucking commitment. It really sounds like you had your lives planned out together. [Wilbur cocks his head. Plays.] What happened to that, Q? Those rings, I mean, Karl can't have wanted his turned to a brute weapon. Of the others, Schlatt, probably Eret (knowing you), they wouldn't give a damn. But Karl? -🟣👓

[ quackity freezes, halfway through reaching for his next card to flip. a drunken deer in headlights, bitter revulsion crawling up his throat. ]

wilbur—

i don't believe that's, like, any of your concern. el rapids wasn't worth it in the end, okay, it— that's— it never fucking mattered what he wanted. it doesn't. i couldn't give a shit about karl or sapnap.

[ prev. ]

[quackity1999]

Wouldn't it be easier to keep running from your problems?

i'm not scared of confrontation. haa! what the fuck? no, no, i don't— look, i'm not running from jackshit, man, what the hell are you implying here?

[quackity1999]

Heeeeyyyyyyy queue! What would you do if you got turned into a Bug

if i was turned into a bug?

. . i mean, realistically, i wouldn't last long before i'd die. crushed, swatted, sprayed, the works. unless, like, i figure out a way to extend my foolish lack of a lifespan juust enough to create a highly specified social hierachy with the other bugs where i—

[ quackity rambles for another 5 minutes. ]

[quackity1999]

Where does the nickname Quackity come from

better question: why do you need to know?

[quackity1999]

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I SMOKE CIGARS, BITCH???? quit with the vapely pop-ups, i'm not that cheap. jeeesus christ.

[quackity1999]

Gimme details on how u sleep. What's comfy. Warm blankies? Lots of pillows? Position? TELL

i sleep on my stomach, for starters.

if— uh, there's anyone else in my bed, or i'm with company, i flop one wing over them. old habit.

as for preferences: no top sheet. fuck that. i like my comforter high quality with microfibre to boot. 3 pillows. windows locked at night, obviously. it gets cold, so i tend to use my feathers to keep my body temperature stable— but i fucking hate waking up drenched in sweat, i'll admit that.

[quackity1999]

UWU heyuyyyyyyyyyyheyheuehyheyeheyhey blood? Bloodbloodblood?:3🎀

i'm not technoblade.

[ quackity flicks the pop-up out of his peripheral vision. ]

[quackity1999]

You haven't been happy in a long time, Q

i— sure, okay, that's your opinion.

but i have to disagree with it. i'm fine. really, my life's gotten miles easier since i created las nevadas, and i can prove it. so don't fuck with me. understand?

[quackity1999]

You're pure popcorn

[ quackity squints at the pop-up briefly. ]

................ fucking Wjat

[quackity1999]

[ OOC: askbox is officially empty. grabby hands ]

[quackity1999]

nonalcoholic cocktail call that henhead. cockhead. i dont know i just lost my life savings in the slots

[ quackity gives a tight-lipped grin of repressed amusement. ]

certainly sounds like you have. tsk, tsk. go sober up, if you're able to shake off the post-gambler's ruin shock.