#swap!quackity

[aro-throughyourchest]

Alright making a separate post based of @skretri’s art/Swap AU and the anon who created it because the idea will not stop flooding in and I need to put them somewhere

Ranboo and Wilbur had known each other while Wilbur was factionless (though not well) so it was a jolly good wonder why he one day he sat down and said, “Hey you wanna run a restaurant for me?” And it’s an even bigger wonder why Ranboo said “Yes”

Quackity and Wilbur scene where Leader of L’Manberg Wilbur gets drunk (this is a little funkier than if this happened in canon because the different way their characters turned out)

Wilbur is slightly less fucked up than Revivebur, and Quackity a difference kind, where his entire reason for breathing isn’t Quackity but now he’s just kinda depressed and y’know having a guy who’s constantly there despite it can’t not grow on you (and Wilbur is trying to really not let it happen dammit)

Quackity’s just all sorts of fucked up? When you get revived, little things fuck with your head and now you can’t think straight you laugh for no reason like someone popped a bottle cap on you and they forgot to unshake the lid (were you always like that?) suddenly the guy who you literally kicked out of your country is all you can think about because no he makes no goddamn sense but like everyone already stopped listening to you awhile ago yet you can push the buttons on this guy nonstop

And it's terrible because Quackity is good for Wilbur, someone who can reinspire his life from his past, Wilbur is not good for Quackity

Oh yeah Slime’s revived by the way

maybe Purpled accidentally killed him while holding him hostage and he thought Slimes like him didn’t have a limbo he was fucking wrong

Purpled’s just like “I fucked up this is not what I wanted” and contracts Punz to save him (now he owes Punz a favor)

and suddenly the guy who took your last life is telling you you weren't supposed to die yet (how does that make any sense?)

and maybe Slime’s realizing his life’s kinda fucked up. This server is kind of fucked up. the guy that taught him how to live died drinking himself to death and the server forgot about him hard enough to not notice his disappearance. so maybe this server kind of sucks. And then.

QuackityHQ shows up. the first most fucked up person Slime’s ever met and when they meet- Slime doesn’t move. Quackity does. He smiles, rushes up, and wraps Slime in a hug, and doesn’t notice how Slime doesn’t hug back.

“…Hi Quackity from Las Nevadas.”

[jacksnotmyname]

Bonus

[sethdomain]

[metfell]

GREAT JOB QUACKBLR HERE IS YOUR REWARD! A COLLAB OF ORIGIN SWAP STARBORNE TECHNOBLADE AND WITHERBORNE QUACKITY WITH @cosmic-nopedog!!!! IT LOOKS AMAZING THANK YOU CONNOR FOR WORKING WITH ME!!!

[skretri]

flirty duck?... huh

[weareallgonnaliveforawhile]

What If El Quackity was the OG?

this isn't a theory by any means so by GOD, do not treat it as such. This is just an au that I thought was fun so I'm yelling it into the void that is tumblr because I like speaking.

What if El Quackity was the original and not Quackity? Like he was there from the very start of the island.

In this swap au, he's still an asshole, a manipulative asshole but in a lovable way. In the same way you'd smile at your cat when it tries (and succeeds) to bite the shit out you. He was overall a very weird guy who declared that Badboyhalo was his arch-nemesis on the third day of the server. This was completely unprompted and very much confused Bad. He may have ALSO lined multiple places with TNT and was not so secretly plotting the downfall of literally everyone else

BUT

He was still the guy who panicked when being given Tilin and was only barely stopped from punching another egg (or 10) in her 'honor' (He misunderstood a conversation she was having as the other egg insulting her). He was still the guy who plotted with Etoiles over the best ways to overthrow the federation until long after the sunset, and their plans became jokes intended to make each other laugh. He was still the man who straight-up claimed he had no eyes when asked why he always wore sunglasses by the eggs despite multiple people having seen his eyes before.

El Quackity was an asshole but he was loved. He was loved because he was himself.

Then on the day of Cellbit and Roier's wedding, he wandered off and sometime later, something else took his place.

Something that smiled more, wore sunglasses less, and laughed more. They supposed that the federation thought the islanders would like this version of him better. An El Quackity that was 'happier'. That showed his emotions much easier, that didn't snap at people or claim odd things as if they were facts of the world.

They were wrong.

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Has anyone else realized that Quesadilla Island is most likely an Island in the northern hemisphere because it's "SNOWED" at spawn during the build up to Christmas and southern Hemisphere Winters happen in the June-Sept timeframe while Northern Hemisphere winters happen in the Dec-March time frame?

*pushes my middle school science special interest behind me* anyone?

[catdemons13]

a qsmp swap au comic (+ an alternate version)

idk i got this idea when richas went to tillins gave and said L + ratio or something

[goopy-guy]

Got bored, got fixated on las nevadas again, drew a swap version of slimecicle cuz i thought he would be silly with ✨wings✨

A bit messy cuz im ✨lazy✨

Based him off of a goose like how quacks duck like

So silly,so goofy

♡Womp Womp♡

[shrimpchip123]

inf train swap au! cwil lugs around a big ass guitar and cq is done with his shit. Cqs car is a court+to get thru u have to be proven innocent in a trial where cq is ur defense attorney. Cwils trial is murder bc when he slammed open the door he accidentally smashed one of the jurors LOL

since inf train plots can be silly so can this one. The jurors judge defense n prosecutor r all the same denizens. They all have been playing their roles since like. Forever. Ppl who pass thru their car either get trialed for some rlly dumb shit like stepping on an ant or smth bc to get thru the exit doors of the car u need to be trialed for something u can't just go thru. Cwil gets trialed 4 murder but the denizen he slammed w the door is like. Some ditto type creature so mid-trial it springs back 2 life but is still kinda pissed LOL n there's a silly GASP!!!!!! scene when it comes back 2 life while laying in a puddle circled w a body silhouette and it says stuff as a witness and the trial is turned around and whtvr. Cq is like ugh I am so tired of this lawyer BULLSHIT there's nothing INTERESTING that actually happens!!!!!

n it's obvious at the beginning of cwils trial that cqs excited 2 actually argue for a murder case bc nothing interesting ever happens but when the juror revives he's like .......SERIOUSLY? And when cwils trial is about to end he starts strumming his guitar bc idk he's bored or something. He's a freak don't ask me and the jurors and judge and everyone r like entranced by his song or smth and cq is like oh???? Keep playing mf maybe I can finally leave this car and he keeps singing n playing n the other denizens r kept under his music bard spell or some shit like that and cq leaves the train with him nd tags along lol

this swap au is definitely a lot sillier than the original..... the original is alot fruitier. And angstier. I mean I COULD make the swap au angsty if i brainstormed more but nahhhh I like the silliness

[solsdraws]

[aro-throughyourchest]

inspired by this art by @skretri

PAPERWORK // A tntduo swap fic

WORDS: 1530 / No Warnings

TNTduo but less heavy on the, "I wanna kill you"

A small pounding on the door grabbed Wilbur's attention. He registered the kind of knocking, the pattern, and all kinds of dread began to fill him. 'Please no. I ask of one thing, not let it be him, please please please'

Just like God to not answer his prayers, an undead duck burst into Wilbur's office to make his life hell. "Wilbur, you slimy fuck, why didn't you show up yesterday? I had such a fun get together for us planned!"

Wilbur scowled, removing his eyes from his desk work. "Well, Mr. Quackity, you seem to misunderstand the concept of responsibility, something I can't just write off." He gestured to the mountain of paperwork on his desk. "Also, I never agreed."

Quackity leveled him as he was in fact, talking bullshit, and he would not deny that. Not about the paperwork, which was very much real, but the idea that he did not flake on him last night. Because he did. Tommy even pointed it out when he found him sitting in his office. But he wouldn't just admit that. God no. So to prove himself, or at least, the very real work, Wilbur began rifling through the papers and reading aloud.

"Alright, let's see.. The fountain in the east wing of L'Manberg is due for unveiling with my name required in pen-"

Before he could finish, Quackity snatched the felt-tip from Wilbur's desk, along with the document and scribbled down Wilbur Soot in perfect cursive. Wilbur's eyes widened.

"What-"

“That it?”

He snatched it back, straightening his glasses to read, and he flushed a confounded red.

"When'd you learn to copy my signature?!"

"Doesn't matter." Quackity pointed down at the line. "You should really invest in a stamp or something if this is all you do all day."

Wilbur frowned, still concerned of all the crimes in his name and other what have you, but that was an actual fantastic idea. (It was times like this he couldn't stand Quackity.) He grumbled and leaned towards the intercom to his secretary. "Willow, could you please put down 'stamps' in my-"

The duck's eyes lit up, and he exploded into laughter, and if they had it, Wilbur would be one step away from calling security. "See? See? I have good ideas!"

"Fuck off, Quackity."

He leaned against the desk, Wilbur instinctively pushing away, and smiled. "Ah, can't get rid of me that easily, Soot."

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "God," he spat, "I wish I could sometimes."

He laughed, duck teeth on full display. "Oh yeah?"

Wilbur bit back any more foul words, instead electing to grab a paper off the pile and ignore the duck shooting him a self-righteous gaze hidden behind perfectly-framed magenta glasses.

He picked up his pen, trying to read the small print (that was definitely small and nothing else in the room that was making it difficult to read.) Both of these were snatched out of his hands as Quackity started scribbling down answers and all Wilbur could do was watch.

"Quackity, that's not just my signature-"

"Oh, I know."

Within record time, the paper was handed back to Wilbur, and he quickly scanned over it. He realized in both dawning horror and fascination that Quackity had not only his name but his entire form of handwriting down. He looked up, the man's smug smile on full display.

"That was for the new apartment complex right?" Quackity asked.

"Uh- Yes," Wilbur swallowed, reading over the paper just one more time. Everything was perfectly in order, exactly how he would've done it.

"Yes actually..."

His mouth went dry. Quackity was in fact, very good at this. All the shafting he had done of Las Nevadas while it still stood seemed to be extremely unjustified. Before he could reach a conclusion that would've given Quackity the second ego trip of a lifetime, Tommy, his second in command, rolled in a cart's worth of assorted binders and folders. And for once in his life, Wilbur was both grateful and anguished at the idea of more paperwork. For all the wrong reasons.

"Alright," he said, huffing and puffing as though they didn't have an elevator that cut down half the travel, "The blue folders are specifically supposed to be filed and accounted for by end of the month while the red-"

He stopped, seemingly registering Quackity in the room, and a Wilbur in despair.

" 'Ello, Big Q."

Quackity smiled. "Afternoon, Tommy."

Tommy looked between them, as if trying to get a grasp on the situation. What were little brothers for?

In an instant, his face went from mild curiousity to horror as he ran out the room, and Wilbur remembered, 'Oh right, literally everything but help.'

"Tommy, get back here!!"

Quackity made eye contact with Wilbur, a clear question in his head, and Wilbur mouthed for him to ignore it.

A very suspicious Tommy poked back in, looking between the two, and Wilbur answered for him, bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers. "Quackity was just helping me with paperwork."

And god, he wished he wasn't.

"Oh." He scanned the two of them. "Really? That's all?"

Wilbur and Quackity both nodded.

"Oh, oh good!" Tommy motioned to the cart again. "Because these are a two person job."

Wilbur frowned. "I thought you were my second person?"

"Yeah, but with Q here, I don't have to be!"

Goddamnit.

With no reason to stay, a very happy Tommy dropped off the last of the files, remarking, “The red folders are due by next week but you should really get them done tonight and if you need anything call Juno- the binders should all be proofread,” before wheeling out the cart and waving goodbye to the both of them.

Wilbur's counterpart grabbed a pen, his again, only pen, and smiled. “Let’s get to work!”

Wilbur groaned and picked up the first copy.

And so, because there was no reasonable way to say, “Actually, I want to do all this paperwork by myself tonight, mhm, you can leave now,” the two were sat next to each other, Quackity rambling on and on about the work he used to do in Las Nevadas and Wilbur very subtly trying to scoot to the edge of the desk.

“You can stop avoiding me like I have the goddamn plague,” the duck said without looking up, and Wilbur finally noticed just the amount of unconscious space he put between them. “Seriously, just because I'm dead doesn't mean I'm diseased.”

He colored. “My apologies.”

Quackity shrugged, and Wilbur attempted to very carefully find a spot that wasn’t too close nor too far from him. Quackity took one look at him, said, “Fuck that,” and dragged him into spot himself. He shot Wilbur a look.

"Right, right, haha, could you hand me—"

He glanced at his now work partner and laughed, nervous giddy all but bubbling in his stomach. “I’ll just get it myself..”

He reached across the table and tried to grab a red folder labelled, “Manchester Square,” but crashed out of his seat.

“Jesus, Soot, even baby ducks aren’t this helpless.”

Wilbur glared.

Quackity held out his hand and as he took it, he realized how coarse revival could make a person.

Now realizing that, he blinked. “This isn’t going to pop off if I pull too hard right?”

“If it does, it’ll be news to the both of us.”

Quackity lugged Wilbur up, the momentum nearly knocking both of them over.

“Christ,” he said, “You are so fucking tall.”

“Fuck you,” Wilbur spat. Quackity shoved him back into his chair before placing the red folder in his hands. Falling back into silence and the monotony of work, Wilbur’s mind began to wander.

“So..” He began flipping through the papers and clicking his pen. “How’s being ‘revived’ going for you?”

“What?”

Wilbur blinked, suddenly aware of what he asked and how it looked. “I’m— I apologize if that was too blunt—“

“No, no, you’re fine..”

Quackity leaned back in his chair while fiddling with the pen in his hand. “It’s..”

He let out a long, drawn sigh and brushed hair between his fingers.

"It's better than being dead."

“That doesn’t sound very positive, Big Q.”

Quackity chortled.

“No, I guess it doesn’t.”

Despite his relaxed posture and expression, there hid a flurry of emotions hiding behind his eyes Wilbur couldn't place; a storm brewing made of maelstrom winds and thunder as loud as lions on top of what used been a calm ocean. What was being dead like?

They made eye contact, and Wilbur quickly dove himself back into his work. Quackity laughed. "That paper on employee tax more interesting than me?"

Caught off guard, Wilbur cleared his throat and fidgeted with the papers nervously in his hand.

"No, it's- Wait, fuck- Y- No-"

As Wilbur dug his way into a hole, he smiled.

"Shut up."

"You're really something you know that, Wil?"

He stopped, nearly dropping the pen. "I'm what?"

Quackity however, didn't leave time to linger as he got back to work. When Wilbur found Tommy, he thought that boy was gonna be the death of him. But this? This was a whole new ordeal.

[ctntduoarchive]

phil is so good to watch he has the voice chat turned down and always reads out the eggs signs. if you struggle with the overstimulation from the qsmp on other streams i suggest you check out his povs they're so good

[torrutt]

Clothes swap! I try...

[soratsuart]

I would also like to add to this that Tilín usually referred to themself with masculine pronouns when speaking Spanish, they literally just used both feminine and masculine pronouns, and possibly neutral ones too. Quackity wasn't missgendering them because they did use masculine pronouns too.

btw guys i keep seeing people accusing quackity of misgendering tilín and i thought i should set the record straight. in (i believe) his second stream with tilín he asked tilín if they were a niño or a niña (boy or girl, thought niño is both masculine and neutral because there is no official neutral word in spanish so it’s more like boy/child or girl) and tilín said niño. the fact that tilín later said to charlie that they use she like juana, and note they never said they were a girl or that they only used she, doesn’t mean that quackity was misgendering tilín, especially since quackity wasn’t there and wasn’t ever told that by tilín

as for quackity more generally saying son all the time for every egg, you have to remember that he’s been mostly streaming in spanish, and that swapping between languages, even languages you’re fluent in, can cause you to lose some nuance. i’m almost certain, based on the way he’s been using son as essentially equivalent to child, that he’s thinking of the word hijo (again grammatically masculine but socially masculine and neutral) and forgetting about the nuance of hijo vs son. this is not a slight on quackity at all, but his grammar in english has been slightly less accurate in his most recent streams (for example he said “unlegitimate husband” instead of illegitimate today) because again swapping between languages can cause you to lose nuance or remember all of the grammar correctly

all that to say, quackity isn’t intentionally misgendering any of the eggs and he absolutely isn’t misgendering tilín

[skretri]

hugs u bc u CALLED MY IDEAS GOOD!2!1!1!1’!1!1(still freaking out i LOVE UR ART/POZ)) mwahaha can I see flirty swapped s!quacky trYING to take s!(swapped)wilbur on a date!?? >:3c/pos

gay ppl r real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!