And the Duckies were Born

It started in the kitchen.
Coffee in hand. Mild frustration in full swing.

I was explaining (probably ranting) to my very non-goth partner about the tragic state of gothic ducks.

Your options?

I had one gifted to me — he still sits proudly on display. A lost little soul I named Ash.

Instead of buying another overpriced disappointment… my partner did something better.

He bought a 3D printer.

And just like that, the Qwackans began.

One turned into a few. A few turned into a flock. Each with their own personality, quirks, and a slightly questionable existence.

Friends and family quickly moved from the first to the second. So we decided to share them.

Our flock is still small… for now. But every Qwackan is made with character, chaos, and a bit too much personality.

They make us smile.
We hope they do the same for you.