#chayanne seems chill about it

[trashfangirlsworld]

Also while we’re on the topic, let’s not call the people that don’t want/ can’t log on the qsmp bad fathers. Missa is not a bad dad for not logging on for chayanne. Wilbur is not a bad dad for not logging on for tallulah. Calling them neglectful parents when there are irl reasons for them being away is not fair.

[svtskneecaps]

what i'm gathering from egg day 1 vods is that chayanne craves violence, leo yearns for the mines, and flippa wants her parents to stop yelling for thirty seconds

[jams-sims]

So while Philza is waiting for people to show up at collsium. It seems like he hasn't seen anything from Twitter about Chayanne. So I wonder if anything going to happen or if it gonna be pretty chill.

[clamsjams]

possible reasons for the eggs to be kids hanging around with students at a college:

- kids they mentor (tbf thatd probably be more appropriate for highschool but it could maybe work)

- they babysit the kids occasionally and now they just tag along sometimes

- relatives of some sort they just happen to look after, maybe siblings or cousins

- kids of professors that just chill at the college sometimes and they just jokingly 'adopted'

just some ideas I thought of, they're not very good but I figured I'd share because I really like the au idea. If this is unwanted input then I'm very sorry, please just ignore the ask :)

no thank u so much for ur ideas that was actually what i was hoping for when i made that post i was hoping someone might have something that i haven’t thought of yet!

those are pretty good ideas too, i have a couple of eggs with similar stories, they all go to the preschool on campus, so they at least know each other from there, i’m just working on how the players come in

the ones i have a good solid plan for are chayanne, tallulah, richarlyson, and trump

chayannes: his parents are rich and always working, phil is his nanny and he’s with phil a lot, he also got attached to missa, who’s phil’s roommate

talullah: similar situation as chayanne, wilbur gives her music lessons and her parents don’t rlly care about where she is so she hangs out with him even outside of lessons bc she’s lonely and he’s attached

richarlyson: some random relative of cellbits dropped him off at the favela (the house the brazilians live in together) now the brazilians have to take care of him while cellbit tries to track down his parent

trump: maximus’s little brother, their parents are pretty distant so max ended up taking care of trump the most, along with his roommate, dan. lately tho, max has been focusing more on sofia than trump and trumps been feeling neglected. especially since dan disappeared

i have a few ideas for a few other eggs, just nothing as defined

bobby: i was thinking that maybe his parents run the restaurant on campus that roier works at, so bobby hangs out with him. and then jaiden works at a wildlife rescue with birds, and they have after school programs for kids that bobby comes to a lot. and then i guess roier and jaiden become friends through bobby

ramon: fit works at the gym on campus, so maybe ramon does like martial arts lessons with him or something

dapper: i feel like dapper could be bbh’s foster kid, bbh seems like the kind of guy to foster kids who need it, i’m just not sure it makes sense for a guy in college to be allowed to foster kids or why dapper would be in the system in the first place

and then i have like basically no clue for juanaflippa, pomme, leonarda, and tilin

Edit: 2/13/24 privated for archival reasons

he’s not mentioned by name but the whole au was ph//ilev//er based soooo

edit: 7/30/24 didn’t realize u couldn’t private asks and forgot abt this, ill figure it out sometime i guess but who cares rlly

[factorialsotherfandoms]

*flails hands of warning* I am being depressing here!!! Fatalistic even! I'm trying to words why I'm enjoying this less than other murder minecraft! I'm talking about concerns I have! Please don't read if this is going to upset you!!! Or if you wanna fight! I'm just hashing out my thoughts!!! Because I can't go back to watch and enjoy and chill until I've been through with them! Gotta pour salt on the ground before I can fill the bottle up with sugar! This is only me talking shit not me talking about bits I've liked which have absolutely existed and if I was having no fun I'd just turn the ducking streams off and not come back! It's just morning and I hurt anx so I'm grumpy!

tbh my biggest concern with purgatory is the knock on effects after it for ccs who genuinely seem not to be having fun. Like they can just not play more, but IC bridges are still burnt (often with OC friends which is miserable to play long term), and like... I'm not actually sure how long Etoiles even if he drops now could still enjoy stuff if q!phil still has issue with q!etoiles after. And I'm pretty sure at least some of them would back off to let those who did have fun continue trajectories it sent them on, and I would miss them?

And it sucks because I know there is fun to be had here, but it's not to everyone's tastes? And it's the people who aren't or weren't having fun who get the biggest consequences after? Because it's an RP reward for a PvP event?

I guess the biggest part of my problem and why I keep thinking there has to be an around or loophole for the eggs it is because it's an rp reward for a mechanics event? And yes all has some rp and some mechanics, but the eggs are most valued as characters at this point. And the fact it's an rp reward means people not having fun are going to have a much harder time stepping away from it.

I'm also concerned about people (red) logging in as much as they are. Because they do not log in that often normally and it's going to burn some of them out.

Idk I want to have fun and I enjoy bloodbaths, but the stakes feel wonky and it's really hard when the people on at my timezome either aren't having fun, are bitching about it, or have potential massive knock on consequences.

If they lose their eggs to this, Fit and Phil are going to be unwatchable. I already can't manage Tubbo. If Fit is miserable Pac is miserable, if Pac is miserable Mike is miserable. For most of the streams I remember it's just those guys hanging out with their eggs. Which we havent had for a while and honestly I kinda enjoy seeing less of them but for the angst because it opens more options, but imagine how fucking intolerable Fit and Phil are going to be near each other if only one of them's egg/s survive? Because the other one did something? Theyd both understand but theyd both be /awful/. Add in that Etoiles is rifted with Phil and oh look theres everything that regularly happens for the PoV that best matches my schedule gone (I enjoy Tazercraft more, but Phil has my exact schedule, so I tend to follow him because no language barrier and I don't miss bits of development for him)

And I know the stakes are the same for everyone, but they're not? Pomme and Richas are basically safe, which covers other morning hours. And Leo and Dapper are also in massive danger, but I don't watch that late normally, so it's less of a concern for me personally?

It's why I have to tell myself the reward isn't the reward, because if it is, everything gets shifted in directions I am not interested in seeing.

Now I think I wonder if part of the reason Phil is depressing to watch is that he's run the same numbers I have, from the same assumption of you can save 4/7 eggs if you win, and realised he can't save both Chayanne and Tallulah even if he wins. Which yeah he has the overthrow the eye thought he did actually share with someone this session but we keep being told it's pure PvP by like Quackity. Which. Tbh pure PvP leads me towards either there is no cursed team or the cursed team is only defined after the fact because??? The stakes??? In terms of reward one team losing is clearly worse???

I also as an aside think it'd really help if the admins were open with the players about how the mechanics work, and had been open in advance about the exact timescale. No hate to them, they obviously want secrets and surprises, but I'm sure Cellbit would be less annoyed if he'd known 2 weeks not like 4 days so he didnt plan and commit as hard to a specific arc plots for himself, or if its had been suggested to wait until after to start something big, and Etoiles would be happier if he could see how scoring worked and knew how shit was assembled so he could more accurate judge what is fair. Shit like beds not working as respawn points and if armour actually is not giving defence should absolutely have been told in advance, though, and to everyone. Admins are new to PvP running so entirely understandable and theres obviously so much work gone into it and they want this to go well and people to have fun, but its misery.

Also splitting people from their friends was obviously intentional but is absolutely contributing to people feeling miserable. Both the ccs who are and the watchers.

Pulling back to morning hours again where dynamics are a huge part (I assume later streamers too but I know these)... Tazercraft are split (potentially interesting but I really really hope they played this in advance especially given how little Mike can get on atm and that they /stream together/ when time allows), and Phil has nobody who shares his stream times and he regularly spends time with on his team (which when we account for afterwards and knock on effects... ow, because people arent going to long term adjust their schedules over this or at least shouldn't). Fit and Pac are managing to still be cute, but can they sustain it over this divide? Tubbo and Fit were already on shaky grounds and this will make them worse. Mike is barely here because life.

Lose any eggs and have the tension from it split up morning hours and honestly I'd rather Phil just streamed hardcore a while because then at least its solo player isolated not cut yourself from your friends and loved ones over a BS AI making you betray each other for what you thought was the sake of your children.

After the first day where I watched Missa farming stream I've only really watched red and green, but blues spawn fucking sucks and is misery itself.

I am begging for team back up hours sometime, but the more Quackity talks the less I expect it.

But, really, my biggest problem is the streamers I enjoy or at least their characters are fucking miserable, when I try change PoV its still miserable, and as far as I can tell they're going to continue being miserable once the event is over.

[str1wberry7thyme]

Quick TW for character death, blood, descriptions of wounds and heavy emotions! I wanted to write from Ramón's perspective of his nightmare from the other day, so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Ramón was burning.

He could feel his lungs expanding painfully, blood gathered in all the wrong places as he coughed up everything he could. From the stiffness in his limbs and the numbing wound that split his chest in two, Ramón knew exactly what was happening. He was dying. And this would be it. 

Ramón grit his teeth, a burst of frustration, anger and helplessness exploded inside of him. How could he let this happen? He was meant to go help, to save his friends from that stupid fucking code monster that seemed to want nothing more than the children’s blood on its blade. Now here they are, the monster watching the sun rise as Ramón crawled away as best as he could.

Ramón reached for nothing in particular. Perhaps aiming for his discarded sword, an escape, or simply just hoping his father would appear and take his hand in his. As much as the confident egg hated to admit it, right now he wanted to be saved more than anything. It hurt so much. The binary monster had lodged its blade deep inside of Ramón’s back but made no move to retrieve it.

Instead, it seemed content in watching him struggle for his life in silence. Looking down and admiring its work from afar before Ramón felt its heavy presence begin to fade, considering its job done for the day. Ramón rasped and gagged harshly as his body finally lost all strength and he flopped to the ground, the sword inside of him poofing into nothing like it had never existed in the first place.

The dragon boy figured he would have loved to cloud gaze early in the morning in any other circumstance. The rising sun was as beautiful as ever, even from his upside down perspective with overhanging tree branches blocking his view ever so slightly. 

“Ramón, come here!”

Ramón immediately recognized the voice of his uncle Bad and the sound of a door being forced open. It took every ounce of will power he had left to try and turn his head in the correct direction. He felt the strange sensation of his eyes beginning to heat up.

“Ramón, where are you?!” Bad called again, and Ramón Sobbed, but made no noise. He could see him now, the demon only a few feet away from his body, frantically searching for him. Blood gurgled in his throat and spilled from the corners of his mouth as he tried to speak, to scream, to call for help, for anything at all, but he found his words escaping him. His chest had begun to rise and fall rapidly in panic the second he realised he failed everyone and it was too late now. 

“What the fudge-” A strange foreign sound of anxiousness laced Bad’s tone, something Ramón was not used to hearing at all. Despite knowing well that there was nothing that could be done about his pierced organs and broken rib cage at this point, a part of him still prayed that his uncle would notice the ever expanding pool of copper liquid that spilled from behind his tree and comfort him as he went.

Morbidly, Ramón distantly wondered if this is how Juanaflippa or even Tilín felt in their final moments. As black floaters began to swim in his vision, he lost sight of his tio. The grass beneath him had long since turned warm and sticky, and strangely enough, Ramón felt a wave of serenity wash over him. He thought about Fit, his loving dad that looked at him like the angels danced the day that he was born.

He thought about Dapper, his annoying best friend that would take him out on adventures whenever he felt like it. Of Chayanne and the stupid games they would play together, much to the dismay of their parents. Of the day he first met Tallulah when Wilbur came to visit. Of tio Phil and Roier and Bad and, and-

Oh.

It was quiet now. The burning sensation that was eating Ramón from the inside out had finally hit its boiling point, a chilling cold began to fall over him like a blanket of ice. Ramon found it odd, because as he lay there, he felt.. Calm. He had no yesterday, no tomorrow and was all out of today’s, yet he still felt lucky to have existed in this life. Between galaxies, moons and stars, he stepped onto the same land. He woke up to the same sky in the morning as everyone else. 

As he felt himself slip further through the cracks of creation, Ramón decided that he would choose this life every time. In a thousand lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in every corner of reality, he’d find them. He’d choose them. He would search, and search, and search until he was in his fathers arms again. 

On the fifth of April, a child was shown love for the first time.

On the thirteenth of May, a child had a wonderful story to tell his brother and sisters.

[bewwy]

I'll post a fic Wip here

Sumarry: Phil is haunted by a ghost long dead.

It was a warm sunny day, the kids were rough housenig in the flowers, Tallulah throwing a handfull of dirt at Chayanne, and he jumping on her as revenge.

It was a good day.

The wind ruffling the leaves, and mixing with the laughter of his kids, Phil closed his eyes to enjoy the sun.

But doing so, brought back the memories of the previous morning. It wouldn't leave his mind, the purple crystals shinning in the darkness of the main room, guiding him trough his home. In to the aquarium waters.

It sends a shiver trough his spine, and Philza shakes himself off, rising from the ground and walking to his children, black spots dancing across his vision and the chill holding steady against the sun.

The kids notice him aproach, and Phil tries to smile away the unconfortable feeling, their squeels of laughter and joy acting as a sword, cuting away the memories.

"You little shits enjoying yourselfs?" Both

covered head to toe with mud smile proudly. "I'll need to make you new clothes! Cuse those rags are gonna be sprouting weeds at this point."

"Stop with the drama papa" Tallulah rolls her eyes after the sign.

"We reuse resycle and Rihanna in this house" Signed Chayanne

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Phil weezes out a laugh. "Alright, bath time you too! Go home and get washed, I'll meet you there with some new clothes."

The kids pick themselves up, with Tallulah trowing herself in to his pants, leaving a stain shapped tallulah in it.

"Tallulah! Oh my god. Now I'll need a new pair as well! Uhg.." Philza complains lightly. "Come on both of you! Get going!"

And the kids do, Tallulah warps first, and Chayanne gives a wide grin as he teleports away trough the purple particles.

Fuck...

Fuck him.

It's actually pathetic, the simple color of the particles, brings back all the bad fellings with it. Really, it's quite impressive.

Philza closes his eyes again, trying to take a deep breth and center himself, he sees his kids, just a warp away, and hears laughter. It's not - it's not his kids laughter though.

It's mocking, amused even, as if finding the actions of a stranger perplexing, but comedic. It's so close too, it sounds like it's inside of his ears, and yet so far away, muffled by a indiscribable distance.

He opens his eyes. It's coming closer.

Phil looks across the field and sees nothing, only the overturned dirt and scattered flowers, some unfortuned crushed petals in the ground by his feet, it's pink, but the edges are burnt due to the direct sunlight.

As he looks at the crushed flowers, purple particles appears at the cornner of his eye.

How long has Phil been standing there? Is it Chayanne? Wondering why he hasn't come back yet? But he did say he was gonna do something first, didn't he?

He turns around.

There is no one there, but the laughter seems closer, less muffled.

He needs to go, Phil will let them borrow one of his shirts, but he needs his kids back. Now.

He grabs his warp stone, holds tightly in his hand, and thinks of home. Phil & Missa. Phil & Missa. Phil & Missa. Phil & Missa.

Why isn't he porting?