#quacknobros

[bedrockbones]

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.

[letsfluxshitup]

“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

[rama-blus]

old red banquet art take it please

[quack-city]

Why technoblade is slime's baby sitter in this au...? the answer may suprise you.............

[ladyddanger]

Here is bit of a c!preyduo au. one of my favorite moots asked for this so ofc I had to post it. It’s a prey duo. Fake marriage /p

🦆 💍 🐷

The moment they where out of sight Quackitys sugar sweet smile fell away. “What the hell are you doing?!“ Techno yanked out of his grip. “I was introducing them to the wonders of anarchy. Quackity’s wings flared and it was more then a bit amusing to see him this pissed off. “You can’t! My country is a capitalist utopia.”

Techno rolled his eyes. “That’s an oxymoron.” He explained in what he thought was a very reasonable way. To his dismay if anything Quackity seemed to get angrier. “What the fuck did you just call me pal?” Tehcno stared at him. “You are so lucky you’re pretty. I really can’t see any other reason you became Vice President much less President.” Quackity flinched back for a half second before baring his teeth golden tooth flashing in the sunlight. “Fuck. You.” He spat half shaking with anger. “Listen Buddy-.” “Quackity?”

They both turned to see Sam awkwardly standing to the side. His eyes narrowed when they meet Techno. A clear warning. Gods Techno really didn’t want to have to murder one of Quackity’s friends that would be embarrassing for both of them. Especially sense Sam was like one of Quackity’s only friends. Not that he cared about how the duck hybrid felt it was simply polite. Tehcnoblade was a polite guy. Luckily he was pretty sure it would be easy to sell this whole crazy in love bit.

Oh we’re fine!” Techno laughed. Without thinking he scooped up Quackity hiding a smirk at the others surprised yelp. Techno shifted him so the smaller was bridal style in his arms. Quackity pressed his lips to Techno’s ears. “Put me the fuck down. Or I swear to all the gods I’ll kill you.”

“We where just arguing about couple things” Techno said ignoring the death threats. “Like uh what to have for dinner.” He was stumbling over his words more so then usual but it was hard to focus when Quackity was explaining in detail how he would eat Technos organs if he didn’t put him down right the fuck now- “We hate each other!”

Based on the movies he watched hating each other seemed like essential part of being married. In all honestly Techno didn’t really have any idea what married couples did. Wilbur’s mother had never been in the picture and he had only meet Sally once during thanksgiving. Phil and Wilbur had fought and then Sally and Wilbur got in a screaming match and she threw a turkey out the window. That did not seem like a healthy thing to base a marriage off and anyway Quackity didn’t seem to like when anyone besides him yelled. He couldn’t fake it either since he’d never really liked someone in the ways he read about.

Techno thought he had done a pretty good job but both Sam and Quackity where looking at him oddly. Time for brave retreat in the opposite direction then. “We’re going to leave now.” Techno announced and booked it towards the cafe.

[rratpiss]

day 23 (the only day ever): prey duo.

MY FAVORITE WORSTIES <<<333

[catzgam3rz]

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) 

[heartof-kings]

Phil: oh look at this kid he has wings like me :] oh he has a beanie like wilbur did. and plays guitar. and was wilburs friend? ok your my son now.

Techno: damn it phil i have to be civil with him now

this is the only thing i want

[ramberjambers]

so basically a friend and i took fantasy quacknobros friendship and ran with it so enjoy the chaos

[tenntennz]

i want qnb to do dsmp streams together. think of the potential

they take pictures together and quackity writes over every photo like this

he won’t let up. in this one situation, technoblade is powerless.

frenemies. worsties. they torment each other on the regular

[ IMAGE ID: A photo of Quackity and Technoblade’s minecraft skins together in front of one of Technoblade’s wanted posters. There is a white arrow pointing towards Technoblade with the words “dumb idiot” above it. END ID ]

[villruu]

may I offer you a quacknobros fic in this trying times? 

[bedrockbones]

Mimic AU?

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it ///not accepting

this ask game was almost a month ago now kjsdhkjf but in my defense.......yeah

1. mimics have a parasitic child rearing. similar to parasite birds like the cuckoo bird. they care for the baby until it can walk and starts developing its abilities and then dump it on a hybrid family. the baby will then mimic that hybrid families traits for it’s entire upbringing until they are old enough to fend for themselves. this is usually in the late teen years as mimics are naturally a very independent species. quackity was taken in by an avian family and thus: the name “quackity”

2. mimics can control what traits they mimic but they need to be somewhat close to the hybrid they’re mimicking to use the ability. the farther the distance, the more difficult it is and the more they have to concentrate to keep the features (unless they are using their fear defense mechanism. that can extend for as long as they feel threatened)

3. speaking of that, their fear response can be painful because it is involuntary. and more often than not, seeing a same-species hybrid in pain can trigger the hostile parties instincts to protect, adding another layer of defense and self preservation for the mimic

4. when quackity fled manburg and joined pogtopia, he had ram horns for a good long while. his trauma from his relationship with schlatt got mixed up in his stress of technoblade hovering over him and his body didn’t know which way was up. it’s only when techno cornered him and quackity had a panic attack that techno learned mimics don’t actually need to be afraid to mimic features...quackity can do it on command

5. for the last one ill talk a little bit about techno. so like it’s stated in the end notes of the fic, technoblade has never met another piglin hybrid. in fact, he’s kind of leaned into the mystery of his hybrid origins. a pig hybrid that loves to battle? a farm hybrid that loves bloodshed? that doesnt make any sense! (and it also gives him the excuse to indulge in the softer sides of things. pets and farming potatoes and just enjoying the slow side of life. no one would think twice about a pig hybrid farming of course!) but that doesn’t really stop his own curiosity about his hybrid traits. he knows he has instincts that differ from a pig hybrid. he learned that pretty early on. but theres a difference between knowing youre missing out on something, but having no real context on what that thing is, verses finally experiencing it and having it ripped away again. techno has tried to live with piglins. not...permanently. but just to understand his own heritage. it didnt really work out, though he keeps in touch with that bastion. there was just a culture shock he couldnt shake. techno is not from the nether, but neither is he from the overworld. its a difficult life, living with one foot in both worlds and no place to settle but he never really let it bother him until he met quackity. until a game of chase and torment somehow twisted into the first taste of what exactly he’s been deprived of all his life pack. sounder. family. belonging.

[letsfluxshitup]

would you guys still love me if I wrote incredibly self indulgent quacknobros au be so honest

[p0tato-kn1shes]

I’m literally forcing my friend to read @letsfluxshitup ‘s stories because yes

well- I was a few seconds ago, but she offered me ice cream

[ladyddanger]

C!preyduo are funny because c!quackity is like: oh my god look at that evil man staring at me he clearly wants me dead and is evilly plotting I’ll end him, he can’t get away with this.

And c!techno forgot his glasses and is trying to figure out if that’s c!quackity or a fluffy yellow bush.

[rama-blus]

i don’t know what’s happening anymore but hey c!eret c!techno and c!tubbo are friends now let’s go