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heya

ivory or slime

current main interest: qsmp

19, click/slime/goo/she pronouns. system of mostly introjects (dedicated system blog @mob-towers)

pspsps, mutuals you should give us your switch codes so we can play games.

our carrd (important info goes here as well)

if you don't want to go to the carrd (understandable):

BYF: we spam posts a lot, we will reblog a post multiple times in a row, we support mspec gays/lesbians

DNI: basic dni, anti-endo. we block freely

random userboxes here

#gooping and gunking ;; gen #there's just one rule.. ;; important

wizardyandcheesesammich

Chayanne: "I think we're gomna have to kill our dad this guy, Tallulah"

jaimeski

Sleeping in the Beetle Bug

magicalmanhattanproject

man do y'all remember back when tallulah had horrible lag and couldn't go on adventures so bad went and cleared an entire massive dungeon for her and didn't loot any of the chests and lit up all the spawners and killed all the mobs so she could have all the fun of exploring a dungeon without any of the danger or phil having a fucking heart attack about it?

literally sweetheart of all time

bee-dot-exe

"I miss mine."

"Yeah, I like the little gas mask."

"I used to have one, you know."

"Oh, in the war?"

"Do you not remember?"

"I remember gas masks, I'm sure some people had them."

lorcapiz

GUAPODUO JUMPSCARE!!!!!

Depois de quase um ano acompanhando me virei pra desenhar os viados

Eu disse que de tempos em tempos ia aparecer coisa de QSMP e eventualente irá >:D nem que seja um amontoado de rabisco

Saudades dos meus pais voltem

Ta quase 100 👀

gingersp1ce547

Thinking about the surge of people who are ok with staying on the island if it means being with their loved ones. Thinking about how if the feds weren’t in the picture the island would be a place of healing and happiness for so many. Thinking about how eventually leaving isnt a choice, it’s a necessity for survival, especially for the eggs.

kaicrowave1

My motherrr (based on a tweet of someone comparing them to Rose & Steven)

pixelcubito

So we finally know what fanfic Richas had to write because of that lost bet LMAO

terracottakore

new groundbreaking discoveries on etho's setup

leolingo

found this clip on twitter and it made me laugh out loud i want everyone to see this

translated transcript:

cellbit: *mumbling*

SOFÍA (AI) [offscreen]: cellbit, maximus is more handsome than you.

cellbit: WHAT IS THIS?

cellbit: why did you tell me that??

cellbit: I didn’t ask you, SOFÍA! you’re such— a fucking asshole (pause) the other computer is so much prettier.

SOFÍA (AI): i am trying to comprehend human beauty.

cellbit: ah, that’s a question?

changingcausesum1mightwanttheurl

after yhs grian will sometimes have bad ptsd flashbacks if scar or mumbo do anything that reminds him too much of sam, and when that happens he'll tend to cry and beg them to leave him alone but will grab onto their clothes and basically force them to stay, despite "go AWAY i hate you.."

oW /vpos

stiffyck

HOLD ON HOLD ON THAT ONE POST ABOUT S10 AROACE GRIAN AND THAT ONE POST ABOUT SIREN SCAR-

Aroace Grian who's a fisherman and friends with Scar, a siren, because Scars magic doesn't work on him.

Scar Is also aroace. He just likes eating people.

stiffyck

Gem also needs to be in this. Shes a cursed lighthouse keeper maybe.

whimsy-biome

The nice thing about docks is it’s really hard for people to sneak up on you. Grian hears the clunk of Gem’s dark blue boots and turns to blearily watch her approach from the fog soaked beach.

Gem stops a few feet away, looking at him with—surprise? “You’re alive,” she finally says. Her eyes dart to the water, then back to him. “Wow.”

Grian has no idea if he’s being insulted or not. The sun’s barely up, why is he having to Do People. He could barely handle the fish. “Yup,” he finally settles on.

Gem smiles, sharp and delighted. “Not Scar food, then.” Like that’s something that makes sense, and she’s walking away before Grian can respond, calling over her shoulder, “welcome to the island!” before the fog swallows her back up.

Grian rubs at his eyes. Whoever said fishing was peaceful, again? Bloody liar. He's not going to know peace until he hooks the mending book.

He sighs, casts out his line again, and hums along with the song (the quiet, curious one he heard the first time he sat on the dock) being carried on the wind.