#QSMP fanfic

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The loveliest platonic (?) husbands on the island! The death family is like no other 🖤

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✨INTRODUCING OUR AMAZING CONTRIBUTORS!✨ Each of these awesome creators have joined the team to create Chronicles, a tribute zine to the QSMP eggs and their stories.

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(tags and roles for each contributor under the cut!)

AUTHORS Mad - @mad-c1oud Roxy - @thanotaphobia Bee - @edgarallanpoestan Bee - @bonesandthebees LilyTiger - @ Lily_tiger01 (twt) JURI - @notsoembarrassed Roy - @duckmumbo likenjay - @quackityaoi Catherine Amber - @q-nihachu atthebell - @atthebell Raven Darkwood - @ravendarkwood Eico - @eico-23 Max - @dewdropple Shlook - @shlooksnook voidkiddo - @voidratwrites Bebebe - @itsbebebrainrotting Artfulstar - @artfulstar Summer - @mesothulass Glades - @sunflowersteps (+carrd) Tides - @blocky-tides Mystic - @itsnotmystic

ARTISTS feminetomboy - @feminetomboy Grace - @greensun Kristophwhy - @kristophwhy Cas - @casart foog - @pppuri Jaime - @routeriver Pod/Purple - @ anonymous_pod1 (twt) ComfyMoth - @comfymoth Turtlecase - @qjaidenhere JATthetrashrat - @theentertainerjester Glitterstarly - @glitterstarly FGHNiki - @fghniki Kai_QS - @ Kitkat_Mist (twt) Miro Myrsky - @oreegaanoo LaReecck - @ LaReecck (twt) shblackwood - @shblackwoodart Lish - @ lish_lishii (twt) Korylly - @ korylly (twt) Sonny - @ S0NSHlN3 (twt) Smille_c - @smille-c mqrss_ - @ mqrss_ (twt) Sinopiah - @snopiah Crow - @islayuri Hochu Hlep - @ hochuhlep (twt) Red - @redyrmes Icoboo - @ Icoboo (twt) bzlgrmpf - @bzlgrmpf beetrix20 - @ Beetrix20 (twt) CanaryCherry - @ canarycherry.art (insta) HereOnlyVoid - @ hereonlyvoid (twt) tibie_arts - @ tibie_arts (twt) Valictini - @valictini Firexima - @ firexima (twt) Tazy - @ SPACEBITZ (twt) taternots - @patorucho Glades - @sunflowersteps (+carrd)

MERCH ARTISTS Hochu Hlep - @ hochuhlep (twt) croudjay - @croudjay Gwen - @itsgwencayyye mercymarcy7 - @ mercymarcy7 (insta) Valictini - @valictini yeoldeghostofmushrooms - @yeoldeghostofmushrooms cyburnya - @cyburnya Tazy - @ SPACEBITZ (twt) pikany - @ Pikany_Galaxy (twt) Cloudster - @ Cloudster_Clown (twt) Glades - @sunflowersteps (+carrd)

[solsays]

I feel like the fitpac fanfic writing nation as a whole has missed an opportunity with fit’s skin update because one of the biggest changes is to his prosthetic

What if purgatory fucked up his arm real bad? It adjusted to the island, and to be thrown back into somewhere so similar to 2b2t with no warning and the constant environmental crisis’ in purgatory fucked it up big time

and when they all came back, Pac noticed and helped him repair it/make a new one? I feel like we’ve as a whole missed that glorious fanfiction opportunity

[louissatturi]

GUYS GUYS

I can finaly recomend my favorite spiderbit fanfic that is

"The Reason" by Nan_Yelo (the art is made by torrente, Yes the "regret" animatic guy)

Its an alternative universe where cellbit still is in alcatraz prison and roier is send there to investigate cellbit and the writting is WONDERFUL but unfortunaly the author was only posting as a Twitter thread fanfic

UNTIL NOW

She has now posted the fanfic on ao3 but not only that she also translated to english and spanish

PLEASE check the fanfic out

I know tumblr WILL love it and i need people to talk about this fic in hereeee

Pleaseeee give this a chance

[seriouslycalamitous]

With one of Ramón’s admins leaving, I got an answer to one of my questions! The cooking fic references all those months ago WERE REAL.

I spoke to the admin and they actually read my cooking fic, as well as my more recent 2b2t fic! Super awesome person, and that’s SO COOL. They have all my love and support!

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

---

Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

[graysbullshit]

a list of brazillian fun facts you might want to know for your qsmp fanfics! (or in general lol)

DATING IN BRAZIL (because I know at least 50% of yall are gonna be writting slash):

Phase 1 can be or texting/talking or ficando (infinitive: ficar), it depends on how shy you are;

Ficando means to be actively seeking a person out consistently with the intent of talking for a bit and then making out (it does not entail any level of loyalty);

Brazillians only consider it "making out" if you french kiss;

Kissing without tongue is considered weird and viewed negativelly;

A little peck on the lips is cute, but not really what we consider kissing;

There are two types of brazillians: the ones that will start dating after a week and the ones that take months to make up their minds;

If a brazillian is interested in you (even if you don't know each other) and you're in a party there is a very good chance they will walk up to you and ask if you want to make out/ask for your instagram handle (it depends on what kind of party it is tbh);

Also, most brazillians kiss and tell lmao;

It is not uncommon for outgoing brazillians to make out with random strangers, especially during carnival;

We are a sex positive country mostly;

We are very sensual, even if we have no romantic interest;

Mock-flirting or Joke-flirting is very common in friend groups;

People who make out/date with the person their friend likes are called Talarica or Talarico;

When you get cheated on you're called Corno;

People usually go on dates after ficar for a whille;

Usually, if you're going on dates with someone it is expected of you to be faithful or to end things (you can't go on dates with a guy while also going on dates with another guy, that's fucked up);

We call dating namorando, from the infinitive namorar which refers back to namorado (boyfriend) and namorada (girlfriend);

brazillians are typically very direct when they are interested in someone, which doesn't mean they will say "oh, i like you" right away, but they will flirt for sure;

in Brazil saying "I love you" isn't a big deal, most brazillians will say it pretty fast and not saying it back (if you're in a relationship) is considered VERY WEIRD;

brazillians have the tendency of being very jealous lmao;

GEOGRAPHY:

Brazil is a continental sized country, being the fifth biggest country in the entire world. It is bigger than the USA, if counting only directly conected land (ignoring Brazil's islands and Hawaii and Alaska);

Because of it's size, brazillian states have a great number of differences in language, culture, food, climate, and politics;

There is as much animosity between states as in the USA (the difference being: brazillians will always defend each other rather than gringos);

The brazillian streamers are all from the Center-West, South-East and South of Brazil (unfortunatly there is nobody to represent the North and North-east);

The south-east is the are of biggest economical impact, while the center-west is known for the capital of the country (Brasília) and the agriculture, while the south has a terrible reputation (they have livestock too, but mostly a bad reputation);

Brazil has two of the biggest cities in the world: the 5º biggest, São Paulo, and the 19º biggest, Rio de Janeiro;

Nobody fucking likes São Paulo (the city) except from the people that were born there or lived there their entire lives;

Brazil has a mostly warm climate, and most brazillians consider anything below 20ºc to be cold (vai sulista, fala que no sul é mais frio, fala);

Brazil's seasons are more often defined by the level of humity, rather than how hot/cold it is;

Brazil is a giant when it comes to agriculture and livestock. We have a lot of grains, and red meat. If you drink coffee and eat meat you have definetly tasted brazillian products without knowning, since we do a lot of exportation (especially to europe);

Brazil has natural diamonds, pre-sal (which can be used in the making of combustives), gold and other precious stones.

HISTORY:

Brazil was mostly colonized by the portuguese, but there was also a presence of the Spanish, French, Dutch and British. You can tell by the architecture;

Rio de Janeiro was the capital of the Portuguese Kingdom for a little while;

Brazil (much like Mexico) was once an Empire;

Brazil (as it's own coutry) has had only two Emperors;

the Brazillian Empire was a big deal despite ending fairly soon;

Brazil's Empire once eliminated about 90% of the male population of Paraguay during a war, which is def a war crime. We have repayed them for what happened, though;

Cities like Rio de Janeiro have a lot of Imperial architecture, but most of the colonial architecture can be found in states like Minas Gerais;

Brazil sent troups in WWII to Italy, the famous Smoking Snakes;

Brazil was forced into a dictatorship by the USA (surprising no one);

Brazil had a president that decided to develop highways instead of trains (i fucking hate him). It's the same guy that moved the capital from Rio de Janeiro to Brasília;

Brasília was build with the blood of poor people and it fucking sucks, but it has the shape of an airplane so everything is fine ig /s;

Brazil's first woman president and it's current president were both tortured during the dictatorship;

Brazil is a concervative country, despite everything;

Do not ask me about Brazil's politics, because it's so fucking insane lmao;

GENERAL CULTURE:

Brazillian culture exists on top of three axes: Portuguese, African, and Indigineous;

We take A LOT from Japonese culture (since we are the country with the biggest Japonese population outside of Japan). I've never met a brazillian who hasn't watched anime, even my grandma knows what Pokemon is /srs;

Some other important diasporas in Brazil: Lebanon (we have more lebanese than Lebanon itself lol), China, Germany, Italy, and many different African countries;

Most brazillians listen to funk and sertanejo, but other brazillian music you might be interested in: samba, BRrock, mpb, BRpop, Axé, and Pagode;

Some other famous brazillians you might not know, but you should: Silvio Santos, Celso Portiolli, Rodrigo Faro, Angélica, Eliana, Xuxa, Luciano Huck, Pyong Lee, Mauricio de Sousa, Ariano Suassuna, Clarice Lispector, Machado de Assis, Guilmarães Rosa, Fernando Pessoa, Vinicius de Moraes, Toquinho, Mateus Hwang, Tiago Leifert, Tadeu Schmidt, Boninho, Guilherme Briggs, Fernanda Montenegro, Rodrigo Santoro, Wagner Moura, Seu Jorge, etc;

Most brazillians only drink tea for medicinal reasons (like cammomile tea);

Most brazillians love coffee and hate iced coffee;

Most brazillians start drinking coffee at a very young age;

Drinking (alchool) age in Brazil is 18yo, but most brazillians start drinking around 15yo;

Most brazillians love meat and barbecue. Here is a picture of a brazillian brabecue:

Brazil, differently from other American coutries, didn't have potatoes/corn as it's basic food, we had a root called Mandioca. Although it is still very beloved in brazillian cusine, the base for brazillian meals is currently Rice;

In Brazil we usually don't eat a lot during breakfast, but have a big meal (with rice, veetables, meat, and beans) for lunch and dinner. And our dinner is usually around 20h-22h;

We don't use AM or PM;

We use the metric system and Celcius, and we very much deslike the imperial system and what's-his -face is an abhorrent scientific disgrace;

brazillians who suck up to gringos are called "Vira-latas", which can be translated to "mutts" or more directly "eat-trash";

brazillians have mutiple coffee breaks during the day, mostly in the afternoon;

brazillians brush their teeth at least 3 times a day (mostly after every big meal);

brazillians shower at least once a day, some going as far as to shower three times a day during summer;

brazillians do not use snapchat and they think it's obsolete (because it is);

brazillians will pirate anything that isn't made by other brazillians, and I mean ANYTHING. There is no shame in pirating in Brazil and we are very proud of being the country that pirates the most in the world! We will also buy counterfeit products knowing they are counterfeit;

brazillians rivalry with argentinians is REAL. And, although is mostly a football thing, it really translates to everything else (especially if it's online);

brazillians have a hierarchy when it comes down to rooting for stuff, and it goes like this: brazillians, sibling countries, latin americans, other african countries, other third world countries, japan, other asian countries, european countries, anglo-saxon americans, argentina (if it's football), germany, portugal;

[changeling-ash]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia/Phil Watson | Philza, Iván Buhajeruk | Spreen/FitMC Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia, Chayanne (QSMP), Tallulah (QSMP), Cucurucho (QSMP), Iván Buhajeruk | Spreen, FitMC (Video Blogging RPF), Roier (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: OKAY SO EVERYONE but the two that shall not be named is gonna be here, Canon Rewrite, spreen suffering is my drug, A lover letter to Qsmp as whole!, Retelling, Falling In Love, Hurt/Comfort, gonna start funny and enter angst-land, especially since the Angst Queen will be surveying, Pining, Mutual Pining, Winged Phil Watson | Philza, Reaper Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia, Grim Reaper Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Slime Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Romance, Death Family, There will be other relationships but I don't want to clutter the tags with background ships, Other characters too but in the background, Slow Burn, slowish burn, Adding ships as they become majorly present, Mild Blood, Imprisonment, (but thats just the qsmp for you), Animal Death, Child Death, Character Death, people die, if you see us add some tags ahead of time no you didn't, Kissing, First Kiss, a little suggestive?, Blood and Injury, Violence, A little gore, Eldritch, Body Horror, Slightly - Freeform Summary:

What if we could turn back the clock? See the story again? What if it went differently? What if it didn't have to end?

A retelling of the whole QSMP story, originally made up of 68 pages and 256 paragraph length bullet points, now made into a full fic. It centers mostly around the death family with delightful encounters with many other favorite characters (Ash demands as much Fred as possible...).

Removing the restrictions of streamer schedules to accentuate many friendships and dynamics, expanding on abandoned storylines or plot points that didn't work out.

So. Let's tell this story one more time.

MY BABY HAS BEEN POSTED!!

Look at my baby.

[thanotaphobia]

They both startle awake to the sound of screaming.

Missa is upright before he's even conscious, blankets a tangle around his arms, heart beating like he's just run a marathon. The screaming has already died down, but there are echoes of it in the air; Philza, rolling over beside him and pushing himself up on his elbows. Rubbing bleary eyes with one hand, the other occupied by his communicator.

"Chayanne," Missa gasps, "Los huevos-"

"It's Tallulah," Phil cuts him off. His voice is raspy. Already, Missa's heart has started to calm, but when he speaks it jumps a little once more. "She gets nightmares."

He turns the blue screen of the communicator towards Missa, who squints at it. It displays a small black and white security image of the egg's room downstairs, Chayanne and Tallulah's beds visible.

"Chayanne gets to her first, usually," Phil says, and Missa makes out two small heads of hair in Tallulah's bed. His chest aches, and when he looks at Phil, the other man looks exhausted. The bags under his eyes seem deeper, somehow. "It's fine."

"I will go to them," Missa says. He shoves the blankets away- they're gathered to his side of the bed in their sleep, but Phil doesn't seem bothered.

"Nah," Phil murmurs, already pushing himself further up and out of bed. "I'll go."

"I can help," Missa insists. Philza turns to look at him, as though he's tasting the air between them like a snake, sensing the thick desperation and guilt in Missa's voice. "I have to- make up for things."

"You don't have to make up for anything, mate," Phil tells him. For a moment, his fingers twitch, and in the quiet, intimate darkness of their bedroom, Missa almost thinks Phil is going to reach out. But then he looks away, and his hands still. "But you can come, if you want. They won't mind. Hell, it'll help."

He's halfway out of bed before Phil's done. "I will," he says. He's determined to settle back into their lives, really make it up to them, no matter what Phil says. He might as well start here. Before Phil opens the door, Missa catches up to him and impulsively grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Both of them stop. Phil looks back at him.

"You are not alone in this," Missa says, a little strained, a lot terrified. He stumbles over his words, struggling to translate what he wants to say, the complexity of his emotion. He settles on: "Estoy contigo hasta la muerte."

In the dark, Phil's lips press together. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," he says quietly.

"It won't," Missa says, with more confidence then he feels. Something about the night, this night, makes him feel brave. He squeezes Phil's hand.

Phil squeezes back.

"¿Los huevos?" Missa prompts after a moment, and Phil blinks back to action. He drags his gaze away from Missa's face to the keypad by the door, nodding.

"Uh, right-" he says. "The eggs." Phil clears his throat. He does not let go of Missa's hand. Missa is one hundred percent fine with that. "Now, Tallulah's probably going to want another story, so I hope you have some good ones-"

Missa smiles to himself, and for a moment, lets himself believe they'll be okay.

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Spiderbit Day 5 Blood | Vampires

@anonymous-dentist

Im writing for the prompt again because I have no idea how I want to pose them.

Roier was wandering the house again. he finds himself doing that a lot these days. All the kids he could be caring for are either long departed or with other family, his husband is seemingly starved and went out the second the sun went down to get something fresh. It's nearly midnight now. and Roier waits.

Roier hasn't been able to find the energy to hunt. He isn't sure why at this exact second he literally has everything in his life in order again. He's Home, His Husband is Home, Is kids are under His care and not… he's trying to not think about them… Sure Jaiden went and got herself killed and it seems like Maxo is also down for the count but he has other things! His still got Foolish and his sister and even Vegetta is back for the time being!

But no. He can't take care of himself once again. To worried and over what? that he was a little mean to Pepito because he missed Cellbit? That his best friend, mother of his second First child is dead? that his brother treated Cellbit with even a hint of carelessness and if he just acted smarter none of that would have happened?

ugh. he throws himself onto the floor.

Hes so hungry…

He hears footsteps walking into the castle but he can't be bothered to get up or put on a show. He knows who they belong to. No one walks that feathery light with such little care to mean to.

His husband is home

Cellbit finds Roier on the kitchen floor. Roier hears something get placed down before Cellbit kneels by his head. “Guapito?”

Roier groans gently before looking up and.

oh

oh wow….

Cellbit made no effort to clean up after his hunting trip. He's lightly sweaty some of his hair sticking to him from the expedition. But that's not the most important thing about him looks wise. He's in one of Roier’s black poet shirts. He knows its his because of the embroidery. The shirt shows off just the right amount of Cellbit’s chest to be enticing for the only audience Cellbit cares about. and that's still not the most important thing!

CELLBIT IS COVERED IN BLOOD.

And damn does it suit him… it always had. it's covered the shirt although it mostly blends in, it's on his chest in his hair and covering a good portion of his face. He looks perfect. Roier is stunned until he’s brought back to earth by Cellbit’s concerned tone.

“Guapito, do you need to talk?” he asks gently bringing a hand to pet his hair.

Roier sits up faster grabbing the hand to pull Cellbit in closer as he brings his own hand to Cellbit’s face and cups it gently.

Cellbit paces the hand originally meant for Roier’s hair on his waist the other going to cup Roier’s hand on Cellbit’s cheek. Cellbit smiled fondly

They stay like that for a bit until Roier kisses Cellbit’s cheek. he leans into the action. Roier presses another and licks the blood off his lips. It's still mostly fresh… he licks Cellbit’s cheek and Cellbit giggles. Roier continues.

After a lot of the blood is gone Cellbit surprises Roier with a kiss. “I still have fresh meat for you. eat some with me?”

Roier knows they’ll have to talk about it later. him on the floor and slow to get up. but for now his husband Brought him food. He has no desire to wait a second longer to indulge.

I know the vampire thing is kinda subtle but I wrote this in like 30 minutes I can't expect much

[hellwurld]

you're an angel, i'm a dog

“It’s gonna break you,” Tina said, and Bagi wanted to bristle. She’s not fragile. She almost told Tina that, but then Tina sobbed again, and leaned into Bagi’s arms and Bagi's mind blanked. “It’s gonna break you, angel,” Tina had said, and Bagi can’t really remember much after that. Because, oh— oh, okay.  Angel , Bagi thinks, a little obsessively. She’s not opposed to that, not even in the slightest. (Tina’s a demon, and Bagi’s a human. It doesn’t change much, even though it really should.)

bagi and tina being the most normal girls in the world for 3.5 thousand words: a fic

[isa-ghost]

What if Love In Paradise from EPIC the Musical but it's AMFMN Deathduo where Missa is Athena, Phil is Odysseus, and Ender King is Calypso, huh? What then huh? Huh??

[qsmpzine]

💙 CHARITY ANNOUNCEMENT 💙

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[solsays]

they are so precious to me

Here’s the fic this lil doodle is based off of, by @yourfauxentropy on ao3 (go read it it is fucking adorable and they’re a great writer)

[louissatturi]

I find funny how often spiderbit shows up as a side couple in slimeriana fics and vise versa because of the contrast the couples brig to the fic is immaculate like

In spiderbit fics slimeriana showing up is generaly like "ooh here it comes slimeriana, they have a toxic dynamic and troubles but love each other deeply and are working their stuff together"

In the other hand spiderbit showing up in slimeriana is always looks like "LOOK SLIMERIA LOOK AT this happy couple, a happy couple that is hot and sexy and very in love and never fight, never have troubles and are perfect LOOK SLIMERIANA THIS IS YOUR ANGST TIME BECAUSE YOU ARE TOXIC AND WILL NEVER FIND HAPPINESS"

Its always funny

[seriouslycalamitous]

Tubbo swearing he’s gonna do everything in his power to break Hideduo up…

All I’m hearing is that I should write a fic about Tubbo going through wacky hijinks to ruin their date and it just makes things more romantic.

Like setting off sprinklers to interrupt them on a walk together, but now they’re sharing an umbrella and blushing about it.