#Quackity JUST said this

[royalarchivist]

Foolish: Ok.

Quackity: Ok, ok, pick me up, pick me up. Pick me up, and let's set spawn here in case we die.

Foolish: Yeah!

Quackity: Good thing we can like, respawn, something which won't be a thing in the future.

Foolish: Wait, WHAT?

Quackity: Let's go, let's go.

Foolish: WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN - it's so lovely!

Quackity: Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Foolish -

[cyani07]

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

[boygirlctommy]

i love the bit from oct 17 2020 when tommy and quackity trapped wilbur in a cobblestone box to keep him from pressing the button... wilbur punching through the blocks with his bare hand to try to get to the button... tommy frantically replacing the block in front of him yelling for quackity to do something... the moment when tommy stops, blocks the exit, and tells wilbur to do it. press the button. but then theyd die with him. quackitys like "wait, wait-" but tommy holds his ground and wilbur. ohh wilbur. "why'd you have to make it so hard?"

[bbubbleo]

andromeda's a big wide open galaxy nothing in it for me except a heart that's lazy

oh to love an icarus

[comfymoth]

anyways, have some monster au doodles of the world’s most functional friend group, ft. me figuring out actual wolf designs for once ^_^ i just think werewolves are touchy, y’know, they’re affectionate

[raticalshoez]

i'm having hyperfixation drought so i did what i did best and created a crossover episode

[letsfluxshitup]

audio equivalent to being in a washing machine. i watched back the actual slap like four times and i dont think they actually know what theyre fighting about

[Video ID: Everyone is picking our their new egg/child. There's a lot of background noise, but the focus is Quackity, Mariana, and Charlie. It is from Charlie's pov, so Quackity is a bit quiet. Frontflipo is the egg with glasses and is Charlie and Mariana's child, while Tilin is Quackity's child. It is from Charlie's stream on April 3rd, about 46min in.]

transcript:

Charlie: Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Mariana: Mijo- [My son-] [Frontflipo hits Mariana but he thinks it was Tilin] Mariana: Hey, hey, hey, motherfucker! Charlie: Discipline your fucking egg, dude! Watch where your son's going! You piece of shit! Quackity: Hey! My son is just fine! My son is just fine! I saw your son hit my son first! Charlie: Ours has allergies! Ours has fucking allergies! Step off! Step off! Mariana: Backflipo! Pégale! [Hit him!] Quackity: I saw your son hit my son first! Charlie: Step off! Quackity: My son didn't do anything! Mariana: Pégale, Flipo! Pégale! Matolo! [Hit him, Flipo! Hit him! Kill him!] Quackity: He's an angel! My son is an angel! Charlie: He's a loose cannon! My son could kick the shit out of your son! My son-I'm going to take your son's nose! Quackity: He would never do anything at all! He would never do anything at all! Charlie: I can [unintelligible] and crack your son! He can crack your son! Mariana: Mi huevo es mejor! [My egg is better!] Charlie: My son's gonna crack and eat your son! Quackity: Fuck your egg! I hate your egg! Your egg is stupid as hell! Charlie: What the fuck did you just say to me? Mariana: Tu huevo es parace mi testiculo! [Your egg looks like my testicle!] Charlie: That's right! That's right! Our huevo! Our huevo! Quackity, laughing and walking away: Tilin, don't trust him, don't trust him, you don't look like a testicle. Charlie: Frontflipo, kill him! Frontflipo, kill! We need to- We need to teach him to draw blood.

[doodlebloo]

When you're just chilling and then like a wave of ice cold seawater dwarfing you entirely you think "Oh fuck, L'Manberg."

[mioakem]

who remembers that one tommy stream where quackity says “are we in lore mode? i’m in love with wilbur” cause i do and ill never forget abt it

[ghost-bard]

Q! Slime is a tragedy masquerading as a comedy btw. If you even care.

[foolsocracy]

love making serious squidcraft 2 art. what a joy

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: Friends, by the way, I want to give an update regarding QSMP. We are making great structural changes that are very good for the project. This is something I have been working on the past few days. Great structural changes are being made for the project. Honestly, I'm really happy with these changes. These changes have been discussed with the creators as well.

Quackity: I just wanted to give you all an update regarding that. I'll keep you updated, everyone! We're moving forward, I just wanted to give you a quick update.

[foolbo]

"welcome to the qsmp! minecraft but were all quackitys bitch!" -tubbo 2024

[starlyte-writes]

The other day I rewatched the Lonely King music video and said out loud to myself "It seriously slaps- DON'T TELL CWILBUR" as if he was like, sitting in the other room and would sense my betrayal by admitting his rival has a good song. i may be delusional i don't know

[bloodychazorite]

Q!SLIME HEADCANONS N’ SHORT STORIES!!

(These are all the headcanons I use in my current fic and will probably use for my future fics, in case you’re curious!! :))

So, first, I don’t think Charlie is any bit human at all. I think he’s full, pure-bred slime with a Core that gives him sentience. The Core is a heart shaped, made of enchanted ruby and plated in gold around the edges. 

During the time he was a God in the SCU (Slimecicle Cinematic Universe) he had three (That’s an incredibly long story that I may actually write one day so this is all you get for now). Now, he’s been reincarnated with one, sentient ever since. However, he’s full slime, nothing human about him. Without the Core, he’d just be straight slime. He’s probably one of the—if not just the only—sentient Slimes there is.

His skin scars because when he’s hurt enough, he needs to get more slime to repair himself. The slime isn’t his, however, so it doesn’t match his body completely for a while while it blends together.

Another type of scarring that can happen to him would be dehydration cracks. If he loses enough water, his slime will crack in a lightning-strike type pattern. It takes a while for those to go away as well, just because they need time to fill in.

Yes, he has bones, but he doesn’t need them. He has them because they make it so that he can keep his shape. When he was Gegg, he’d keep some but give the rest to Quackity for safe keeping.

 

“Where’s my left arm?” Charlie asked, digging through the bag Quackity kept on him.

The other only shuffled his foot back and forth, mumbling gently. He bit his lip as he spoke. “I needed food, man.”

“So?”

“So all I had was seeds and currently unused bones.”

A beat of silence, before a slow, creaking head turn. 

“You used my bones for bone meal.” His voice was flat and his lips were pinched. “Are you deadass?”

“Just kill another skeleton man! I needed food!”

Charlie threw up the melty stub where his left arm should’ve been, waving it back and forth and dripping goo all over the ground.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to find intact skeletons that will fit perfectly with the one that I currently have?! And that have five fingers?!”

Quackity rolled his eyes, shrinking in on himself. “Uh...No..?”

Charlie smushed slime into his face and laughed at his dramatic screaming. “It is incredibly fucking hard!”

Charlie keeps bones on him most of the time, in case he breaks the ones he’s got. Sometimes they take a minute to get used to, some of them too big or too long or too small, but it happens nonetheless. It’s also the reason he takes any fall damage ever. Without the bones, he wouldn’t take any fall damage. Those bones also determine his general height. If he wanted to be taller, he could find/construct a taller skeleton and get more slime.

Slimes are naturally acidic at a certain level at all times. However, with prompting, his level of acidity will rise. Prompting can look like danger, or threats. It can also be emotional, with extreme rage or sadness, the works.

“Oh no, not today fucker!” Mariana screamed as Slime tried to step outside during another argument. His skin dripped from the agitation but Mariana couldn’t care less.

Slime attempted to brush past him, breath heavy. “I’ll be right back,” He mumbled, "I need to go.”  

He stepped to the left, Mariana doing the same. 

Then, to the right, where she followed once again.

“Move your ass, I need to go now.”

“Hell no, you will stay and we will talk this out.”

Slime shoved past her, briskly rushing for the door. Mariana, wings twitching in agitation, whipped around and grabbed his wrist.

He smelled the burning before he felt it.

Before the white, lava hot seer hit his senses.

She nearly cried out in pain, staggering backward and scraping her skin against the hardwood as she fell. Scrambling into the wall, she groaned in agony and grasped the wrist of the suffering palm.

“Fuck- oh, fuck!” 

Slime was right in front of him, suddenly, knelt with fear in his eyes. “Fuck, I am so sorry, I can’t control it I swear, I would never do that shit on purpose—” He rambled as Mariana writhed, swearing in shock and pain.

Her vision swam as she sobbed. 

“I swear, I-I can’t… control it.”

He’s burnt a few holes in the floors before.

All in his slime, there are acid glands everywhere. 

Because he’s got acid literally built into his system, the bones he’s got tend to break down after a while. Depending on how emotional or just how much he purposely activates his acid secretion, they could last from anywhere around two weeks to a month, usually. That’s what the skeleton in his basement is for, an extra set of bones. 

Slime’s are the closest things to aquatic creatures without actually being aquatic. Being naturally drawn and attracted to moist environments, he can’t breathe underwater, but he doesn’t actually need to breathe so I guess it doesn’t matter. When swimming, he creates fins to help. The only reason he drowns is because he takes in too much water and becomes so liquidy that he just… dies, I dunno LMAOO

Being generally docile creatures, living either underground or in swamps, most Slimes have shit eyesight. They mostly rely on vibrations in the ground and auditory sensory input. Great hearing, terrible sight. Slimes are also ambush predators! They’re slow, but they’ll eat anything. If looking for meat, they’ll hide under the soil and wait for the vibrations of something with four legs. 

“And where’s Charlie? I wanted to talk to him.” Phil asked as he stepped outside. “He said he’d be here.”

Roier, Cellbit, and himself had all been in Mariana’s house for a while now—Phil being there under the assumption that Charlie would be there. 

Mariana shrugged and glanced around. “Ehh, somewhere.”

Then Juanaflippa sprinted forward and stopped on the open ground, jumping up and down. Her tiny feet pattered the ground as she skipped in circles around the open area. Bobby tilted his head in response before Richas yanked him towards the 

Phil looked to Mariana for a look of mild amusement to say it was normal, or a look of confusion to make him feel like he wasn’t going insane because—even for Flippa—this wasn’t exactly typical from his perspective.

To Phil’s surprise, however, he stepped a bit forward and began to rhythmically tap his heel against the soil. 

“Fuck-!” His heart found itself in his feet as something squeezed tight around his ankle, holding firm as he jumped away. He grabbed for a weapon as a light green hand pulled further from the ground.

A wrist, an arm, a… a goo monster.

A goo monster holding a suspiciously familiar pair of glasses.

“...Charlie?!”

His body tied itself back together, becoming more and more recognizable. They stared at each other for a minute.

“I swear I was aiming for Roier.”

Charlie, because of the core, has much better morphing and shape shifting abilities than normal Slimes. With enough observation he could literally be anyone. He’d looked at Juanaflippa so much that his Gegg looked a bit like her. The people he spends a lot of time looking at are the people he can most easily imitate.

“So you can just look… however you want?” Fit asked 

“Uh-huh.” Slime replied offhandedly, focusing on the little craft they were working on for Richas’s half birthday.

Neither of them had ever heard of a half birthday before then.

“Without effort? You don’t even have to like… try?” 

Sue him, Fit was incredibly curious. Sentient Slimes just didn’t exist, Slime was the only one he knew and would probably ever know.

He became even more curious (and slightly defensive) as Slime began to stare at him, an expression of scrutiny behind his gaze.

Then, a familiar lopsided grin and covered his face for a minute. A sloppy squishing sound resounded from behind his hands that made Fit wince.

The taller gasped as Slime’s face became uncovered.

Fit’s own face stared back at him, with only a few uncanny details astray.

“Christ, Slime! You just keep that ability all to yourself? Do you know how much trouble you could cause with that?!” He all but yelled.

Slime laughed, shifting his face back to its normal appearance. He winked before turning his head back to the project.

“Who’s to say I haven’t caused any trouble?”

Fit—from that day on—lived in fear of the people the Slime could be.

Charlie is all types of temperature sensitive. It's crazy.

Too hot, he’ll get all melty and struggle to hold his form. Leave his bones behind him and become a puddle.

 Too dry, he’ll dehydrate and crack up. It’s incredibly painful, which is why slimes tend to stick around damp, humid areas.

 Too cold, he’ll freeze, becoming a literal Slimecicle. Just like hypothermia, his fingertips, toes, and nose will turn a shade of blue first, eventually infecting the rest of his body. Also hella painful.

A good tactic if you really wanted to torture a Slime, stick them in the cold. They wouldn’t be able to stretch or morph after a while, it'll hurt like hell, and you get to decide how bad it is. GOOD STUFF

A 60 to humid 70 degrees Fahrenheit is generally ideal. The island tends to run a bit higher than that, but it’s not too extreme of a shift so he’s generally okay with some extra water.

Haha, he picked Eggxile in a place that was out of his comfort zone, just cause he knew he didn’t deserve comfort. He sent himself to a place that was too hot and too dry for a Slime. That's fun.

Uhh, that’s really all I can think of for right now, but I’ll repost this anytime I add to it :DD If you’ve got any headcanons you wanna talk about or you wanna talk about mine, please do!! I’ll literally talk for hours, you have no idea

LOVE YOU BYEE <33

[kiwioala]

so apparently tubbo doesn’t know what’s happening on saturday either