#bigQ

[choeloethh]

WELCOME TO QSMP

QUACKITY'S NEW PROYECT TEASER FANART

[justfangone]

Vote BigQ, Joe is catching up!

Remember! You'll get fanart from yours truly, I'll let you request shit if you wanna ;3

[lasnevadasisopen]

Hey Big Q, do you ever miss Wilbur after he left to Utah?

I'm sorry he went where?? Why the fuck did he go to Utah? Of all places?????? What the fuck is that man smoking???

And I might miss him a little bit but that's none of your business-

[brainrotism]

quackity has done so much for the fuck them kids community

[psychicdeerzombie]

Does anyone know any fics where big Q is parental to fundy and tubo.

Or Phil is like a parent to quackity?

[pawsun]

WUUUUUU

krima

[q4ck1ty]

Phil over here hating me, Cuz Me and his son fucked <3

hehe. Fuck you phil.

[spottys-rathole]

HI HELLO les asks sont fermés sur ton art blog donc je me pose dans le coin :3c

Love love love your Team du Lundi designs, and I’d love to hear more about Zera’s specifically!! Why the non-human look, why’d you make him a hologram? 👀

Also this is a free space to talk about any of the other designs I want to know everything please and thank you

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J'ai 84 ans pardon normalement c'est réglé hiiiiiiiiiiiii ty so so much raaaah

So why not draw him as human ? :

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Back from when I used to play on online multiplayer Minecraft servers when I was like 14, there was only two genders : catgirl with the exact same bang of hair that hid one eye and the most mathematically accurate gradient hair & gamer boy with headphones and who's colour palette was strictly black combined with one single very primary colour (/lh my brother and I ironically fell exactly in that very binary scale)

And Zerator's skin. Is exactly that Which makes sense, he claims to have started playing minecraft in 2012, and according to Name.mc he's never changed his skin since (he updated it once but the design stays the same)

My headcanon is that he is some self aware autonomous AI bound to a drone which projects a hologram to communicate with people for a better body language understanding

The idea is that he was programmed a decade ago and hasn't gotten an update since. So the design of his hologram's never changed and has thus remained that typical nostalgic look

Since he does not have a biological body = he does not have any needs apart from charging up his batteries every now and then which is my justification as to why he was not as present as everyone else on the server

I like to think that he used to be some sort of robot assistant and that old habits die hard Canonically people call him "the public services" a lot because he would spend most of his time on the server lending a hand to people either with their own building projects or while they were out adventuring. I just like the picture of him dropping whatever he was doing upon being called for an emergency and rushing in sirens all out just to find Baghera stuck in a pit with a horse (fOr ExAMpLE)

Also I'm sure there's something to dig with him being a black and green hovering computer, you know just something something his friendship with Etoiles and Etoiles' blind trust towards something else specifically (actually idk im not up yet to date with that guy's lore lol)

Also @massivefanmilkshake wrote

"I think your Zerator kind of has the same vibe as Vector from Despicable Me and it really fits him"

and I haven't stopped giggling since

[thehomelycollective]

for our Q

-Clay

Is it possible for an introject to have to relearn their native language? Or do they remember it when they arrive?

If the body doesn’t know it, they will not know it.

[merao-mariposa]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! I base myself on pasión de gavilanes (no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandons his busy life in the city when a mysterious envelope arrives at his apartment citing it in the name of BigQ, the bandit.

La araña escarlata is missing and Quakity in dispair searches for all his friends from that time in an effort to find Roier. And even though Missa is extremely reluctant to return to a life that only brought pain to his door, but he finds himself unable to slam the door in a friend's face.

The town is just as he remembered it from his nightly rides, only now it is more full and alive than ever! His eyes linger on how the children run after each other with wooden swords, unaware of how on the outskirts of the town, when the sunset begins to fade into night, the bandits go out to loot what they find, kill cattle, and steal from crops. Everything to move on to the next town the day after and repeate.

It was such an exhausting life, and even when it is over he knows well that it will never left him completely, he will never be able to have his own children or someone to give his life for.

While he is thinking about how much more dignified it would be to die in the arms of a lover than in an alley after a bar fight, a sudden pressure on his legs makes him lose his, already bad, balance, and fall against the sandy floor full of of rocks.

He looked up, scared, searching with his purple eyes for the cause of the fall and there he saw it, a little boy, at most 7-6 years old, sitting on the floor in front of him, clearly upset and with bleeding knees; the clear culprit of the collision that occurred.

The boy apologizes quickly but the frown on his face makes him believe otherwise, he doesn't doubt that he is sorry but there is something else, before the man can speak the boy growls angrily towards his knees, he sounds more annoyed than pitiful and he rushes to grab a wooden sword that he surely lost in the fall with a sudden gesture.

Missa knows that anger, he has seen it before and he knows almost that well that where it leads is not a place for a child.

So he gently stops him from making any gesture, "Those are some pretty bad scratches you have there, chico." Missa stands up to his full extent, blocking the sun a little with his back and Chayanne is only slightly surprised by a second. Before he tries to answer, Missa continues resolutely "everyone bleeds after a bad wound" "but that's what's worth it, they leave a mark under the blood like the god of blood, did you know?"

Chayanne shyly shakes his head, suddenly all of his lava-burning rage feels cold, curiosity replaces anger and he can't help but wonder if that blood god is as cool as he sounds? His father has told him about multiple gods like someone who tells bedtime stories, but his favorite has always been about the legendary warrior Technoblade, he doesn't think that this blood god could be cooler!

They take a walk through the square and Chayanne can begin to admit that the blood god may be cool, no cooler than his father or his hero! but he is so ominous and great especially at hunting his prey that they sound so annoyed with their desperate “Quaks”, they remind him of a certain professor!

These Quaks may not be cool (more annoying like Quakity) but this mystery man is, to a certain extent cool. It seems like he always knows what to say, his tone of voice is confident and happy, like someone who is talking to a good friend despite having only met him a few minutes ago and in a bad way. He doesn't seem to care that Chayanne knocked him to the hard floor or his initial animosity (which in his defense wasn't against the tall men, it was more against himself) he even gently reassures himself that there's nothing wrong with whining when attending to Mr Bad to clean and apply an ointment to his knees, Chayanne is a warrior so he does’nt cry, he doesn't complain! But he allowed Chayanne to squeeze his hand during the process if Chayanne feels like needing it.

When Mr. Slightly Cool and Mr. Bad began to quickly catch up, he noticed how instead of trying to get into the adults' conversation, Mr. Tall slowly pushed him to rest a little.

He brings Chayanne a glass of water and distracts Bad so Chayanne can sneak some extra candy from bad’s "good muffin pocket".

He will share em’ with her little sister.

That man may actually be a cool guy.

His eyes are purple, Chayanne notes.

He likes the cool-tall men.

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Philza is a quiet man who has had his fair share of adventures in life, but it's over now. He now he is a simple samaritan with two children.

In his last years of wandering the world he heard a rumor about a kind of skull outlaw that was terrorizing the town of Quesadilla in Q.Essempi county, he immediately decided to settle there with his two children.

Call him insane, he sometimes scolds himself for looking for one last adventure with two such small, practically babies, children in tow but something inside him pushed him to believe that there was something more in Quesadilla, something wonderful waiting for him. He tried to ask his goddess about it, there was no direct answer, but at dawn when his little Tallulah opened her eyes, they had finally defined themselves. They were purple color.

Huge purple eyes that looked at him with such innocence that he swore there would never be pain in her life, neither hers nor her older brother's. He took it as the goddess's response to him to stay in the village and live peacefully.

And so the years passed in the little town, little Chayanne had a lot of energy, which he usually used to stab the other residents and little tallulah would grow up to be a really tall girl! Mute and extremely talented in music, Philza was proud of her and wondered if that musical talent was any kind of blessing because she hadn't learned it from him.

He saw the town change over the years, people come and people go, people who spoke English, people who spoke French, people who spoke Portuguese and people who spoke Spanish, it was by far the most varied place he had ever been and he felt comfortable that it still without constantly moving, his children could also learn about other cultures. Heck, Chayanne was even learning German with his godmother Niki!

Philza couldn't be happier, if it weren't for the fact that every once in a while he felt something just like a hair-pulling, deep in his chest, a hearth-pulling? As if he had to turn somewhere, look for something, find something that was waiting for him and that he needed even without knowing it.

He could leave it as something about getting old and ignore it, let it go, but he knew better; it was his goddess, pointing out something that he had missed or that she prophesied would be important. That's how it was when she found his children, his head was buzzing, not quite there, dragging him through the adoption room, his heart felt lighter now that the little bundle that was named as Chayanne by the facility was cradled in his chest.

But the instinctive need to move forward would not stop until he found a tiny, abandoned creature, who turned out to be the little girl forgotten and abandoned by the adoption facility; Tallulah.

It was easy to assume that after finding them, his idea of ​​​​retiring was more than welcome and Phil decided to shake off the memory of those horrible facilities, he didn't want to remember them and much less for his children to know about those irresponsible federation bastards.

But thats the past.

.

Phil sighed, his years as a traveler and survivor had ruined his taste buds. he would have been fine before if it was just him just put some avocado on that bread and call it a day, am I rigth? But now he has two children and Tallulah is certainly sick of avocado toast, Chayanne is not going to fight but his son takes a long time looking at him when he is cooking, trying to stop him telepathically or some shit.

The thought makes him laugh lightly. Phil is functional enough to make a decent pasta to feed him and two children, he can see from the window in front of the sink the back-garden. Tallulah is feeding some crows that pass by, some even follow him during the day! The girl laughs at Brayan when he accidentally starts drowning in the bird nursery they set up especially for Esperanza, and Phil's heart melts for a second when he notices how some of them land protectively in front of the girl (before getting distracted and starting to to be chaotic, again) the image reminds him that the food is already there and his nest is empty so he hurries to open the window, calls Tallulah and go out to look for Chay. He's probably wandering around town again or hanging out with Ramon.

Whatever the case, his son is strong, Phil knows the people of the town like the back of his hand, and he knows that they would never hurt his son, he knows it and he doesn't find it in himself to be worried. Still he runs, hurried he doesn't know why but he feels that he must hurry before it leaves, before what leaves?

He doesn't know it but he keeps hurriedly looking around him and his heart gallops in his chest with longing, pulling him faster, pulling his heart wich is whispering a name he never heard before.

When Phil arrives at the center of the town, he did’nt see that some of the crows had followed him moving furiously through the air vibrating and caw with excitement absolutely ecstatic, the crows know something that he does not yet which only makes him want to laugh, he is ready, he does, it been for so long, where is it, where is it, needs to see it needs to find-

“Chayanne!”

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The boy stops laughing at one of the jokes that Missa made, his small face lights up at the shouting voice of who Missas assumes is his father. They both look alike, light skin and straw yellow hair, Missa stops suddenly, unsure of approaching to the handsome man with the striped hat, oh god, what if he thinks badly of him? he wanna die, did he see Missa barking at one of the guard dogs to make laugh?, did he see him playing music with a random bottle he found? Gods, que alguien por favor lo maté.

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His son is there, he is fine and he knew it, some crows celebrate seeing the child but Phil's eyes soon find the man who accompanies his son through the square, he never seen him before, he would remember it, that should scare him and Phil pushes his rational mind to be paranoid, while inside, in deep his brain that he jokingly calls "bird brain" feels calm as if he's finally scratched a nagging itch in.

Before he can decide whether to slowly approach the man and thank him for finding his son or, on the contrary, lead Chayanne away from the extremely tall, unknown guy, he sees something; sees how one of his crows lands on the mysterious man's shoulder as if it would have done it before as if it belonged there and Phils eyes allow themselves to wander once he is close enough to the stranger's face and oh…Uh oh.

He's handsome, not just handsome but like; his kind. Damm?

The tall man, with a pretty face, long black hair, and dark-colored clothing with bright blues, looks him in the eyes before looking away nervously and Phil now not only wants to laugh but laugh out loud.

He found it. It is not even an "it" but a "he". Chayanne looks at the exchange (or lack thereof) confused and Phil almost wants to slap the crow when it gives him a look he can only define as an “I told you so.” But that can wait now he has to show up before the guy he's been after, searching, without even knowing it. Try to talk before he guy makes himself more small over himself.

Hiding his blush as best he can, Phil extends a hand, noticing that the stranger had been nervously petting the crow on his shoulder, Phil breaths and finally introduces himself.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

…

Quick translations and author's notes:

La araña escarlata: The scarlett spider. Chico: literally "boy" but used as kiddo in this context. alguien por favor mateme: somebody please kill me. AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! I wanted this to be short, I wanted to write something else in death duo (platonic way) but my sleep crisis took control and I've been on this all day, Pissa nation this is my offering! asterisk-reverence-asterisk/j Thank you very much for supporting my first post, you guys were lovely <3 I will try to upload the Spanish version of both posts for the ones who speak Spanish in here (please raise your hand like me xd) also obviously the title comes from the song, don't expect explicit things because I just don't feel comfortable doing it. Thank you for reading I love you very much 💞💞

[twigthedogggg]

Haven’t drawn BigQ in a while and felt like drawing him so uh ya :P

[waddei]

No, like nothing against Quackity himself but I was preying on QSMP's downfall because people wouldn't shut up about it being DSMP but good or acting as if they're above DSMP somehow. Nothing will ever be DSMP, peace and love on the planet earth.

LOWKEYYYYY. i wished qsmp the bestcus i love bigQ but like. the fans acting like they where better than dsmp where UNBEARABLEEE so i will say i giggled when all the troubles starting to bubble up. whatever tho not ctommy not my problem

[lasnevadasisopen]

This is a PSA

Some of Fundy's "cats" have escaped. If you see a fox anywhere, please return them to Fundy, it would be greatly appreciated and you will get a discount voucher of 6 iron on any drink at the casino.

Thank you!

[v0idsp3rson]

BigQ doodles in progress :]

if only I had a good camera 😩

[star-1111]

hey honey how about we get some quackity content ☺️ i never see anyone post about him anymore

you got it! ☺️☺️

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

[cc!quackityxgn!reader]

s/n = streamer name :)

warning: light language

<3

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

You check your reflection once more, fixing your outfit. You take a deep breath, smiling.

You were a pretty famous streamer, and this was your first time going to Twitchcon, and you were excited nonetheless.

You'd meet some friends for the first time- like Dreamwastaken, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, and many more.

When you entered Twitchcon, fans quickly approached you, extremely happy to finally meet you. Soon after, you met some friends, took pictures, and had so much fun.

But, for some reason, you felt..odd.

There was one person you'd been hoping to see. One person that knew how to put a smile on your face.

And that person was Alex Quackity.

He was someone you believed changed your life. Someone you believed changed your life.

You both talked a lot over the phone, and often streamed together too.

You looked around the crowds of people, hoping- wishing- he would show up.

But, now that you thought about it, you were actually quite nervous about the idea of meeting him.

Was he really what you thought he was?

"s/n?" Your thoughts were interrupted.

You turned around, and suddenly, it felt like the world had gone still.

There he stood, wearing a red and blue hoodie, and a grey beanie. He smiled, his eyes creasing upwards. You took note he had a lot more moles than you thought he did.

"Quackity?" You asked, but it sounded more like you were questioning yourself.

He smiled more, clapping his hands together with joy as he giggled. "Its you..! Its really you!" He sounded unbelievably happy to see you.

You opened your arms, giving him a large hug, to which he gladly returned. Quackity exhaled, relaxing into your touch.

"I can't believe you're actually here." He muttered.

"Me too. It feels almost...like a dream." He nodded, pulling away to meet your gaze. His gaze softened, his smile wide. He giggled again, holding your hands, swinging them side-to-side.

"You're really here! I've been so excited to meet you, s/n!"

"I've been excited too! You're so much shorter than I thought."

He playfully dropped your hands, crossing his over his chest. "Thats so rude, y/n." You both laughed.

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It was time for you to return to your hotel room, and Quackity insisted to walk you there. On the way, he would ask you questions, and vice versa. When you both got to your room, he hugged you goodbye. He buried his face in your shoulder, sighing. "Im so fucking happy I got to meet you, y/n. I really am." You smiled, rubbing his back.

"Im happy too, Alex. I was actually kind of nervous, to be honest."

He chuckled. "Aw, do I make you nervous?" You pulled away, hitting his shoulder lightly. "Oh, shut up." He laughed, looking down.

"You know, I was actually nervous too. I was worried you wouldn't show up, or that you wouldn't want to see me. Karl reassured me it would be okay, but I didn't believe him." You watched him, noticing he seemed nervous.

He looked up at you, a huge smile on his face. "He was right. It was more than okay." You smiled, feeling your cheeks get warm. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. Scratching his neck, he smiled bashfully. "Well, I'll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow, y/n."

You smiled, stepping into your room. "Goodnight, Alex."

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Sorry if it felt rushed, I wrote this late at night :(

Lemme know if you want me to write anything else! <3

[theb00mbitches]

Heya I'm Tommy but you can call me Tom or Rory, dont mind at all. We're a osdd 1B system.

I draw sometimes but on this blog you'll mainly find fandom posts, rambles or the most random shit.

Im a transmasc bisexual disaster who goes by he/they/bug mainly.

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