#qnf

[fleflafiefie]

Many CC’s are clout chasers and it’s been becoming more and more obvious over time that many of them value the popularity over their friends. Thinking now about Quackity has made me question a lot about qnf in general. Qnf who were besties, qnf who talked constantly, and I’ve started to wonder about how CC’s have ALWAYS treated George.

The entire bit was everyone thought George was pretty, they’d joke about being “simps” for him. (Jack Manifold, Wilbur, Tommy, Karl, Quackity) Now that I think about it, after all these friendships have gone down in flames, I question if EVERYTHING they said/did around the dteam was for attention. Y’all remember that one time Jack kissed George on the face in front of a live audience? That was to get cheers. Telling other streamers to tweet “George is pretty” in order to get clicks? Mention him and you’ll get likes. I need CC’s to STOP TREATING DTEAM SO HORRIBLY!!!

[faehrys]

wilbur: you take so much from george, do you know that?

quackity: do i? he takes so much from me!

[dreamnotnapss]

george “my love language is sharing clothes” notfound you will always have a place in my heart

[rebelpeas]

ROUND ONE: GeorgeNotFound & Quackity VS Tubbo & Quackity

[pinerolli]

[honksapling]

it has been an year already!!??

[gogtopia]

missing this energy. pull the green screen down again

[muffingnf]

my cats are missing ple ase help me find them they are pocket sized and canbe very loud:(

[neoriots]

QNF CRUMBS 😭♥️🌈

[fyeahgeorge]

[faehrys]

george: that’s quackity! what are they doing with him?

[megablade]

george, holding up a shirt that is so wrinkled it could be a topographic map: i have a karl jacobs shirt. it's wrinkled, as you can see quackity: that's not a karl—that's a keirkhjsjgkd jakdjjgsng

[gnfthinkr]

[dreamnotnapss]

i hate this video bc everyone is staring at Quackity but Quackity is only looking at George

[wishitweresummer]

Stop Touching My Stuff!!! (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Quackity)

Word Count: 1550

“Guys fuck off!!”, George yelled towards the two idiots rummaging through his stuff.

“Just talk to your stream!”, Quackity waved him off with a little smirk, picking up George’s ukelele and strumming it for Dream. George groaned and put his face in his hands for a moment before taking a breath and talking to chat.

“They literaly haven’t stopped touching my things. They’re not even over here talking to you guys with me, just over there going THROUGH MY STUFF!”, his voice ramped up near the end as he turned and shouted at them again, causing them both to giggle gleefully, only being egged on.

Quackity was over visiting the Dream Team and this was his first time getting to see George’s room. They had all kinds of fun content planned for the weekend, but now it was nearing the end of Thursday and this was the last stream of the night. Dream and Quackity were finding it harder and harder to stay focused on the stream when it was so much more fun to watch George seethe by them just poking around his room.

“You just moved in less than a month ago, right? How is there so much stuff in here?”, Quackity teased. George didn’t look over at his voice, but his attention was grabbed when he heard a basketball bounce against his floor.

“You’re going to break something!”, he yelled, the two giggled, delighted at how easy it was to wind him up.

“You wanna live with that?”, Quackity asked to Dream, making him wheeze. George gave a little eye roll and smiled despite himself, looking away.

“Idiots. Absolute idiots.”, he told the stream. “I think I’m going to head off and deal with these two before they destroy my room. We’re doing a bunch of fun stuff this weekend with the Quack-meister, so look out for that.”. Quackity left the basketball where he found it and ran back to the stream. George flinched at him approaching so fast and Quackity grabbed his shoulders.

“And I’m moving in! Me and George are getting bunk-beds! Tune in tomorrow for the vlog where we go bunk-bed shop—AYEE!”, Quackity jumped away when George whipped around and grabbed his sides.

“You’re being so crazy!”, George hollered. Quackity shrunk away giggling, rubbing at his sides.

“What, you don’t want me to move in?”, he recovered quickly, pouting now. George just narrows his eyes and stares back until Quackity gets uncomfortable with the eye-contact and starts giggling again.

George jumped violently in his chair when two big hands suddenly gripped his shoulders. The hands released him when he startled and he sunk back with a little groan.

“Dream.”, he whined. The other two were in hysterics over the reaction. Dream doubled over clutching his stomach and Quackity grabbed onto George’s chair and was banging and shaking it crazily, both being incredibly loud.

George cringed preemptively at the clips he’s sure chat just caught of him nearly pissing himself at Dream just touching him. He had to clutch the arms of the chair as to not be thrown off by Quackity.

“Why did…ahhh…you…you jumped…ahh”, Dream struggles to get any words out, wheezing through his laughter.

“My stomach!”, Quackity cried as he wrapped his arm around said body part. George couldn’t help but smile dumbly at how goofy his friends were. He decided then and there they needed to be punished. The new playful energy started to buzz through him and he clapped his hands together.

“Bye guys!”, George waved and quickly ended the stream. The suddenness grabbed the other two’s attention a little, but George moved too fast. In one movement, he stood and wrapped his arms around Dream, easily pulling him to the ground in his weakened state. He yelped.

“Hey! What did I-“, Dream cut off his own protest with a shriek, curling up as George started tickling his sides. “No please!”. He burst into laughter.

Quackity quickly sobered up and dropped to his knees, wanting to get closer to the scene.

“Get him!”, he cheered.

Dream gasped and grabbed both of George’s wrists firmly, much stronger than the smaller boy. He let his head drop back against George’s chest as he collected himself steadily. There wasn’t much George could do besides watch him.

“George I promise you, I will fuck you up.”, Dream looked up and threatened him with a smile.

Shivers crawled down George’s spine. He knew from experience that Dream was very capable of backing up that threat and embarrassing him horribly in front of Quackity. He pledged silently in his head to get his revenge on Dream another way and switched his focus to the other boy.

Quackity. Quackity who’s even smaller than him. Only 5’7”. George sized him up, obviously. He squirmed under the gaze.

“What’s happening?”, he asked. He was pretty sure what was going on, but didn’t want to over-react incase that just gave George ideas. Dream’s threat had rattled him a bit and it wasn’t even directed at him. Something inside him was screaming ‘Run run run!’. Quackity started to get to his feet right as George scrambled out from under Dream. He froze at the action, which was the wrong move.

“No!”, Quackity cried out shrilly as George tackled him down. George burst into giggles at the cry and wrestled him into the position he wanted. “Don’t!”, he yelled. Once Quackity knew for a fact he was about to be tickled he started fighting for his life. It was all in vain, though. His strength was dwarfed by George’s. Dream scooted over for a front row seat to the show and they were both delighted at the how red Quackity’s face had turned.

“Get him!”, Dream teased, an echo of Quackity from a minute ago.

George managed to get one of the hands wrangled and pressed it to the squirmy boy’s chest. He started tickling roughly at his ribcage. Quackity twisted and screamed bloody murder.

“Oh my god!”, George laughed, looking over at Dream in shock. Dream’s mouth dropped open at the sound. Quackity broke down quickly into his usual cackling as George started to poke and squeeze around his sides and tummy.

“Fuck OFF!”, he threw his head back and kicked at the floor behind George, hiccups breaking through his ear-piercing laughter already. Dream and George were amazed at how much it truly looked like Quackity was dying. He must have been already worked up from all the excitement of being around his friends again, and all the high-energy streaming.

George eased back a bit as he tried to recall Quackity’s worst spot. ‘His back, I think?’’, he wondered. Good thing Quackity can’t read minds because that would have floored him. He pinched experimentally at his hips and giggled as Quackity cried out dramatically.

“Now say you’re sorry for rummaging through my stuff!”, George used just one finger to knuckle into Quackity’s rib cage.

“NOOO!”, he threw his head back and wailed with crazy laughter, thrashing and kicking at the ground.

“No?!”, George echoed, really playing it up. “Noooooo?”, he let go of Quackity’s wrist and dug into his sides with both hands.

“Pffft!!”, he sputtered and cackled, sounding crazed. He fought with George’s hands, but lost every time. He started to shake Quackity by his sides and grinned at the noises the move produced.

"God, Quackity your laugh is fucking insane actually.", George gasps out at the volume, shaking his head, giggling at the absolute scene he was making. Dream wheezed loudly next to him, making him jump again and he can’t help but laugh along with them. This event probably being the loudest thing to ever happen in the Dream Team House. The walls practically shook with Quackity's desperate screaming cackles, Dream’s painful-sounding choppy wheezing and George’s chaotic laughter.

Eventually George shows mercy after successfully tickling some apologies out of the smaller boy.

The three flopped on George’s bed, Quackity a lot floppy-ier than the other two. Although George had tickled him to the brink of insanity, he didn’t show any signs of retaliation or anger. Though, is cheeks were tinted pink and didn’t seem to be calming any time soon. He slipped right back into the antics, stealing George’s phone out of his hand and pretending like he was about to tweet something. Clearly unfazed by the torture his last antic had brought upon him. The two broke out into a screaming match right away.

Dream leaned his back against the wall and watched them with a grin, tuning out of their fight and just enjoying the show. Having George move in was the best decision he’s ever made. Now the house was filled with this amazing chaos every single day. Concepts like “loneliness” and “boredom” were impossibilities in his mind. He probably should ask Quackity to move in.

George and Quackity seemed to stop arguing about whatever they were going on about. He watched as they both went quiet and looked at him. Evil smiles playing at their lips. Dream’s back straightened.

“Huh?”.

In a flash they both had a hold on one of his arms and dragged him down into the chaos with them. His screams rang throughout the house.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[hermithomebase]

GEORGE SPARING QUACKITY AND STEALING FROM SOMEONE ELSE..