[Art credit and original post is here, done by @melodyfsoul1]
Watching as the demon turns his gaze upon the terrified avian with feathers the same shade as an aurora borealis Foolish throws himself from his horse's saddle and directs it far away. Jaiden peers his way, her horror painted upon her lovely features in a masterpiece of defeated agony, and her shining onyx eyes widen as the first strike of red lightning snaps across Foolish’s skin. Looking over the edge within his heart, he leaps into the chasm letting his ancient abilities awaken as crimson tattoos flash to the surface of his skin and his long night sky tresses free themselves to blow in an invisible wind.
He takes one last look at Jaiden through the emerald eyes she felt safest in, and breaks the seal around his soul.
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Foolish finds out Bad has been repeatedly killing Jaiden during Purgatory and gives into his rage.
So, as my brother @chaosismynamemf has mentioned, we're working on a Pirate!Wilbur story :D Ergo, I made some art for my favorite little trio!
According to Procreate, this took me a little over 12 hours. I also didn't do any "proper shading", but I like it anyways lol
Like I said, this is a project that my brother and I are working on. We have so much written, but only two chapters out right now, so if you're interested, check it out >>>>
note: this is all q!, of course, so keep that in mind! i also don't watch this cc very frequently, so this is just what i've noticed! :D
oh, q!jaiden, my morally gray beloved. she is such a mess. and i say that with so much love.
i'd assign jaiden to the web. this was...a really hard one, and it may kinda seem like it came out of nowhere? but a) i couldn't really figure out where else to place her, and b) with the way she's tied up in-and-with the federation, it just makes sense. just because you're a part of the web doesn't mean you have to realize it, nor does it mean you have to be in control of it. jaiden is slowly starting to see the threads, realizing the bigger picture she's been in.
plus, if we want to add in whatever bigger past it is that she has with the federation, her entire path could have possibly been designed for her, which would be a huge web thing.
(i also just think the federation is a fucking web institute but yk whatever works)
thank you for asking!! :D hope i was entertaining >:3
Complete Spreadsheet of Jaiden's QSMP VODs and Appearances
With Jaiden's departure from the QSMP, I thought to spread this spreadsheet around for those who want to reminisce her time on the server!
Massive thank you to all who helped! Being a part of the q!Jaiden community was such a wonderful experience and I can't wait to see what Jaiden does next <3
We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity)
✨q!Philza & Team BOLAS
✨25.5k W.C.
✨q!Philza-centric
✨Graphic Descriptions
✨QSMP Purgatory Lore Retell
✨Chapter 2/2 & Completed
🎵Stay Dead by Aviators
Over the week, Phil had grown fond of this gang of misfits. They were screwed over from the start, but in insanity unity can be formed. Especially among those this old crow now found himself within, because even at the bottom of a cavern, light can be seen. A friendly hand among those who wanted to hurt them, grounding one another when they needed to.
He could practically hear Techno's voice in his head, admonishing him for caring for more mere moments in his impossible timeline, but the avian hybrid held onto his humanity in these little snippets of their lives. Watching Cellbit and Foolish talk about what went well with today in regards to the tournament and how great their base worked. Charlie, Baghera and Jaiden were loudly singing some songs from their past, roasting marshmallows and meat over the campfire.
Molten rock bubbled below and an ancient planet hung above, their mood surprisingly high after the chaos that was the beginning of purgatory. The crow fiddled with his braid that hung behind his left ear, covered in beads of different colours relating to friends he could no longer hold. He was going to have to start wearing another braid, this time of six pieces, he resolved to carve them the moment he returned to Quesadilla Island.
This week of hell had turned into a glimpse of insanity for them all, somehow this group around him had bonded so quickly he knew he would reflect on this time in eras to come. In disorder there is peace; there is hope in the gentle touches of a friend caring for another. There is comfort in stitching wounds and sharing stories of agony. There is freedom in admitting your deepest sins with the people who are stuck with you, accepting because they all have similar experiences.
There is home in the fellow eyes of his group, stripped bare to nothing and forced to rebuild over and over again, along the way attaching themselves closer together.
Techno would tease him with a knowing smile, at his core he knew the piglin would have done the exact same thing in Phil's shoes.
jaiden is streaming pokemon rn! (if you still care lol)
LOL no unfortunately. im flattered you came to me like im The Jaiden Fan but i dont..care. ... for her streams. .. . anymore. ... sad! but this did remind to archive it before theyre deleted tho.
Words: 2427
Fandom: QSMP
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations & Roier, Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations, Bobby (QSMP) & Roier (Video Blogging RPF)
Characters: Bobby (QSMP), Jaiden Animations, Roier (Video Blogging RPF)
Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Minor Bobby & Richarlyson (QSMP), Mentioned QSMP Ensemble, Minor Bobby & Pepito (QSMP)
Summary:
Bobby is pretty sure he’s never seen the sun before. He doesn’t remember much, before this strange waiting, being ushered into a soft display case and staring out, looking for someone– someones– he didn’t yet know. But he’s pretty sure he would remember the sun.
It glows big and orange in the sky, like a ripe fruit, and as he toddles after his new parents, two pairs of eyes flick over him with concern. He grows confident, after their cooing– the way his apá had talked to him, right off the bat, made him feel strong, wanted, loved. And his mamá– she talked to him like he was that big ball of orange, like the horizon stretched out before him.