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I decided to join in on the fun. PT.1

[kadextra]

QSMP Day 149 lore recap!

Mike was partially possessed by the goddess Mine today :D Him and Fit followed more clues on their search for Pac/Walter Bob, leading them to a mysterious room full of clocks right below the cemetery…

Furry club summoning ritual success! They summoned Lobo Nocturno (Vegetta alter ego) who immediately flirted with Foolish.

Etoiles woke up in the nether and went on his dangerous adventure that the code sent him on a week ago. After lots of monster battling, he succeeded in retrieving the “CPV2” code shield from a secret Federation vault. He exited the nether and outside the portal won a battle with the code entity.

Foolish followed trails of mysterious oranges that led him to “Memory Books” left by Mr. Mustard.

Max’s parasitic disease symptoms got worse and worse. Cucurucho then appeared and took him into a Federation hospital for the emergency surgery- and he didn’t have a chance to tell anyone he left. During the operation, Max fell into a coma as Cucurucho laughed at him…

Mini filler fun! :0 The Cult of Richarlyson invaded Cellbit’s castle as more people choose their entity rooms.

Elquackity & Roier destroyed the egg daycare and Bad retaliated by destroying Quackity’s pyramid. Cellbit watched the chaos, Roier apologized, and they all sang together afterwards.

Elquackity left the group and entered a secret Federation facility where he tested an egg named “Egg A1,” on a lava parkour- which the egg didn’t survive. Elquackity then went to the Federation office building, and pressed a hidden mechanism behind the elevators that led to a hidden room. A computer inside showed a screen with a “50% Completed” loading bar, a picture of a desert, and images of Elquackity, Etoiles, Foolish, Felps, and Baghera…

[sherashalala]

Weight of Words || QSMP Choose Your Own Adventure Fic

Every night, she gives a little bit of her time to write one, special letter. Prior to tonight, those letters have always been addressed to her papa. For the past three days, however, he seemed to have missed the opportunity to send her back some letters. Tallulah doesn’t hold it against him. She loves him unconditionally. For tonight, though, she thinks that she could spend the night writing to someone else. + OR: You get to choose who tallulah writes to every night. OR OR: A choose your own adventure Tallulah-centric fic where you screw with Tallulah's life through letters. Good luck 👍

Includes: Tallulah centric plot and narrative, Tallulah being put through a lot more trauma, the eggs going through some shit, there's a custody battle in one route, there's also a secret ending in here, it includes most of the server I think, canon divergence, we take qsmp canon and butcher it, lots of suspension of belief (please don't question how the letters are sent), multiple endings, lots of buttons, 62k words

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[strikerangel]

THEYRE SO FUCKING PETTY PAHAHAHAH. EHY WOULD THEY BLOW UP HIS CAMERA TLET THE MAN SEE HIS DAIGHTER, HIS NEPHEWS AND TRUMPS FUNERALLL

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Part 2 of QSMP shit posts. Part 1 in comments

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I like the idea that the members created a Quesadilla Island sign language for the eggs (and just anyone else!) Since they don't speak words yet. They worked together making one and its all just kinda meshed together from their regional sign languages to make a new universal one with the help from the eggs. The eggs then develop other signals that they use with each other, with features (wings, tail, ears) that not all their parents have or know. They're found talking to each other that way and giggling as their parents try to piece it together (they are gossiping about their parent's love lives)

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eat me alive based on this cubito tier list

"I like" I used for "I don't really care much about your lore but I like you anyways" or in the case of Felps "I have only watched you through others pov but from the summaries I've seen I want to know more"

[factorialsotherfandoms]

It has been a while since Mexican Independence Day, yes, but as ever life on the island has gone on. There is a new resident to greet, a multiple new rounds of deadly pranks to contend with, missions from Cucurucho, investigations to be done, missing eggs to grieve... It is no wonder, then, that things slip through the cracks.

A day passes, and then three, and then a week... Longer, perhaps. It is not that strange for one of their residents to be gone for that long, they say.

(He would have told us, they think but do not say, he always tells us... But then there are no eggs to babysit, so why would he need to now?)

The islanders work around the hole, some seeing it more clearly, some barely noticing it at all.

"Where's Philza?"

"Probably asleep."

"Have you seen Philza?"

"Gotta be hungover."

"Isn't it weird we haven't seen Philza recently?"

"Not that weird; maybe he went exploring again? Or finally got himself stuck into a big build!"

There's something about the island; it steals your memory and warps your sense of time. The world expands and contracts until there isn't much else you can really tell at all.

Then one day, maybe sooner, maybe later, the day does not dawn at all. The moon which is maybe not a moon stays frozen in the sky, and the islanders come out to watch.

"What is that?" They ask. "What is doing this?"

"The Federation?"

"It's not really their style..."

"Are we so sure they have one now?"

With their talking, many look away.

At least they do until a figure on large, dark wings blots out the light.

"Is that... Philza?"

Nobody is sure who asks the question, but to many it elicits a response.

"Philza! Hey!" Etoiles calls, waving the code sword for attention. "I found a new dungeon for you!"

"Finally decided to show up, ey?" Fit yells at the figure too.

"How come he gets his wings back?" Baghera.

"I don't think you want his wings," replies Bad.

"Where have you been?"

"What did you do?"

"Why did you leave us?"

"Where did you go?"

"... Guys...?" Tubbo cuts across, face pale and voice quiet. "I don't think-"

Soul-fire blue bursts around the silhouetted form. Some people were ready to move - Bad pulls Baghera to the floor, covering her and Pierre with shadows; Tubbo drags Pac (and perhaps Mike, if it has been long enough) back a few paces, into the cover of a building; Fit throws himself into the river.

Bad pulls himself together just enough to yell at people to run. Some do - Antoine teleports away, Tina dives in beside Tubbo and Pac, Cellbit drags Forever and Roier into a nearby cave. Bagi boxes herself underground.

Others - Missa, Jaiden, Foolish, Etoiles - just stand there, watching or staring or readying themselves, different emotions on each of their faces.

Others still - Pol, Felps, Mouse - had never come out to see what was happening at all.

The rest take a moment longer before scattering to the winds.

It is not a moment too soon - perhaps it is a moment too late - before the very sky catches alight. Burning black, burning blue, the very stars themselves seem to be burning in death's wrath.

Silohetted now against that fire, Philza swoops, scythe in one hand and bucket in the other. Lava and lava and lava is poured from the sky, scorching the very earth. Lightning cracks and Philza weaves between it - ducks into the graveyard and momentarily out of sight.

For a moment people breathe.

Etoiles warps himself to a dungeon, throws down a sharestone, and seals himself in.

"What was that?!" Bagi yells.

Bad is already pulling Pierre and Baghera to their feet and shoving warpstones into their hands. "Doesn't matter," he yells. "Get somewhere safe!"

"Of course it matters!" She calls back, though she is already moving to comply.

Most do, warping and running to the higher levels of buildings, or deep within sealed caves.

Missa does not, instead he calls for Philza and wraps himself in the same soul-fire blue. For once, he is the person not cowering in fear; he knows Death, and Death knows him, and there is no reason for him to be afraid. Worried, terrified, but not afraid.

Everyone else is very, very correct to be however.

/QSMP was burnt to a crisp while fighting Ph1LzA./

The world holds its breath.

/QSMP was slain by Ph1LzA./

In their hidden places, some of the island residents breathe a sigh of relief. For those who know, however, their faces are grim; this is only the beginning, not the end.

Outside, Death's Beloved Angel laughs and kills and dances as his husband watches, and the world around them burns.