oiiiiiii Happy Easter everyone!!! While I don't have an Easter event planned today, I do have a special surprise :]
Being in this fandom with you all has been such a wonderful experience. I've met so many amazing people and been captivated by their stories and art. Some of you may remember, at the beginning of this blog's running, I ran a playdate between our egg ocs. It was just a little fun thing, and it evolved into something much greater.
All of this is to say, Happy egg day everyone :D I hope you have some good chocolate today. I don't quite have an easter egg hunt for you, but I think I have something better.
Happy 2+ years of QSMP, everyone.
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This is what I was talking about when i asked how bad it would be to tag over 80 people! I've decided to ah. not do that lol. But! If you recognize an egg here as one of your friend's eggs! Please feel free to tag them! I poured a lot of love into this.
If anyone is interested in seeing the timelapse lmk. This was made specialty as a phone background! it at least fits my phone lol.
I'm not sure what else to say here, except thank you. Thank you for everything. We may just be a little corner of a larger fandom, but we are a wonderful corner indeed :]
I couldn't find any colored version of Relta so I colored most with the colors of the flower crown. Also, I couldn't tell whether on top of their head are horns, or is that apart of the hair, so I made it both jajaja
I almost went with a different design for Lavender, but I found the reference for their humanised design just in time
Full canvas zzzz
Finnegan ‐ @v01dw4tch3r — Castor - @c0mpatcations
In one art that Captain made, Castor had wings. I'm not sure if they actually do have wings, since no other art depicted them with it, but added them to make sure jajaa
In the best way possible, Doodle reminds me of balloon animals
Corinne - @gh0sdae — Banjo - @codgod
!!!! Full canvas in your vicinity
I hope I didn't butcher absolutely all of these silly huevos! Most of them have participated in @which-qsmp-egg-would 's egg playdates, but I included some that didn't!
But alas, it is my time to return to my cave, to my ant family, and pass out big time. Semifontos out 👋
I can't draw for shit but I can write! So here's my egg Ping's first day at camp (@which-qsmp-egg-would 's wonderful egg camp event. I hope I wrote your eggs' well @semifontos and @grapesintomatosoup)
Put under a read more because it's like 1k words and I don't want to clog up people's dashes :)
(It is also not proofread, so please ignore any glaring errors . It is almost midnight as I'm writing this)
He’d enjoyed the bus ride to the camp, albeit feeling a little nauseous from the bumpy dirt road that the minivan had driven down to get to the camp. The sounds of birds chirping their songs, and grass swaying in the wind attracted Ping’s attention as he jumped from the last step to the ground. He gripped the straps of his penguin backpack tight as he did, it had been a gift from his grandparents at the announcement of his trip, they had wanted him to enjoy his time without worrying about the goings on at home.
It was his first time at any sort of camp so he looked around for someone who looked like an authoritative person, they saw the others who’d been on the bus milling about underneath a wooden arch, with beautiful engravings carved out, which stated that he was at ‘Camp Egg’. It was a gated area surrounded by lush tall trees of heights he’d never seen before, having lived in the bustling city where nature was not so lustrous.
Guided to the central point of camp, where in the distance a river could be seen, they were greeted by a stage where seven figures stood, smiles on their faces. Ping stuck to the back of the group, lagging behind slightly as he took in the sights. Egg Camp was a place he’d wanted to go for years, finally being allowed to go after much begging and negotiation on completed chores.
“We here at Camp Egg aim to provide a place of fun, entertainment, learning and community,” the white figure with a brown moustache spoke as they moved towards the front of the stage, commandeering the arrival’s attention. Ping, lost in their fascination, did not face the stage with his head, still in awe at the shades of colours he’d not seen in such vast quantities.
“There will be many opportunities here at Camp Egg, however, since it is your first day, you will spend the day moving into your new cabin room.” The evident leader spoke, finally gaining Ping’s attention at the mention of moving into cabins. It was something that he’d fretted over, back at home, as he hoped his cabin mates would like him.
The names of camp counsellors were announced, as with their assigned campers. Groups of three were guided towards their cabin, all walking quickly to learn about the space they’d be sharing for the foreseeable future. The white figure spoke once more, with the rabbit man standing by his side, followed by the sound of two pairs of feet shuffling their way out of the now dwindling group before the white figure spoke once more,
“Ping. Is Ping present?” He’d been shaken out of his stupor, it having been clear from the figure’s voice that this was not the first time his name was announced. The rabbit man looked across the crowd as Ping awkwardly lifted his hand and was gestured by the rabbit man to stand with his bunkmates to the side of the group.
The two he’d be sharing a cabin with looked sweet, one with shaggy white hair and white wings and the other shorter, and certainly more nervous as she was tightly clutching a bunny plushie to her chest. His shoulders fell from their tightened hold in anxiousness as he walked towards them, releasing the breath he’d held. He would have a fun time, he would just have to remember that there were likely people more nervous than he was and that he’d need to tread lightly so as to not destroy any chance of making friends.
They were led away from the group and to a building of white quartz with a bamboo roof. The entrance was raised, with bamboo railings for safety, they followed the rabbit to the entrance. As Mr. Rabbit, as he’d introduced himself on the way up, opened the door, the sound of a loud horn disrupted their movements. They all turned towards where the sound had originated, with the sounds of birds fleeing their nests in fear overhead, as the blank smiling figure announced once more, “Welcome to Camp Egg.”
Mr. Rabbit turned to face them once more, before detailing who he was and what he expected of the three. It was nothing too exciting but Ping paid close attention, not wanting to miss out on important information. As Mr. Rabbit spoke, he reached behind him and twisted his bag so that he could unzip it and grab something. He quickly lifted his hand back out, clutching yellow squares of decorated fabric.
“This needs to be visible at all times,” Mr. Rabbit spoke while separating the squares from one another before handing one to the tallest of the three, “this is our cabin’s signature bandana. It isn’t there just to be soft and pretty. It’s there in case any of you get lost and are stranded with another cabin.”
He hands a second bandana to the nervous child as the taller one tightly secures theirs around their arm, “It’s there so that any of the other cabin leaders know to call me if you get stuck with them,” he chuckles to himself as he holds out the final bandana to Ping.
With the bandana he’d been given as Mr. Rabbit departed inside, he tied it around his forehead, holding the hair up minutely. He’d been the last to receive his cabin signifying item, with a gentle scolding about paying attention, he walked through the doors.
The inside decorations of the cabin could only be described as warm to Ping, with earthy wooden tones to compliment the yellow appointment of the cabin. There was a small bathroom to one side, a door with a small sign stating that it was Mr. Rabbit’s room and a door slightly ajar with rustling sounds coming from it. He explored some more, quickly placing his bathroom items in his labelled basket, before heading to the bedroom.
As he entered he was greeted once more by his bunkmates, with the winged one half leaning half sitting on one of the beds and the other hurriedly searching her bag. For the grandeur of the cabin’s exterior, the bedroom was rather plain, with both single and bunk beds and a framed bandana above the door frame.
He gently placed his rucksack and bag on an unclaimed bed next to a window. It had a nice view of the landscape that surrounded the camp and it would hopefully help them sleep in the first few days of getting used to the routine he would learn. Sitting on the bed, with one leg dangling slightly above the floor, he gently rested his penguin shaped backpack against the pillows and lifted his main bag onto the duvet.
The three bunk mates spent the next several hours talking amongst themselves, getting comfortable sharing each other’s space, unpacking their belongings and learning about the places in which they’d grown up. All three came from starkly different places but they found common ground in the things that made those places home; the people, the sights, the smells, the things that gave them comfort. Though different for each person, each of them could relate to those feelings and places to their hometowns.
